<?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-7970348</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:26.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NoMusicNoLife</title><subtitle type='html'>(",) i am me, the invicible 'yen'.. the one and only.. life goes on even when it sucks at times.. but i'm not gonna let my fears defeat me because i'm the invincible 'yen'.. don't assume me to be what you thought i am.. i am me.. accept me for who i am.. don't expect me to still treat y0u like my friend when you treat me like a f00l.. i am n0t g0d.. i can't make every0ne l0ve me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970348.post-112533254586841758</id><published>2005-08-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:22:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-unlucky incidents-</title><content type='html'>oh my god.. after my "blur-ness" now is my "suay-ness".. was going for my lunch break yesterday.. holy shit.. this guy holding the curry sauce bump into me.. the curry sauce landed on my shirt and skirt lah.. god bless me.. though i love curry sauce, it isn't the best way to taste it.. lucky for me, my shirt is black.. and skirt only kanna abit lah.. i was so pissed for the rest of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was late for work today.. so i took a cab.. damn it.. this taxi diver talked non-stop about driving on the road, the "DOs &amp;amp; DON'Ts".. argh! i am so frustrated.. lucky it was just 10 minutes of endurance for me.. so, wish me good luck for the many days to come that nothing unlucky things going to happen again.. heehee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112533254586841758?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112533254586841758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112533254586841758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/unlucky-incidents.html' title='-unlucky incidents-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112481354825490656</id><published>2005-08-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:46:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup, i was working these days.. from bishan sony gallery to bugis sony gallery to imm sony gallery.. well, would be going to bishan SG for the next 3 weekends.. life is interesting though tiring.. especially the part when i seems to be lacking of sleep.. but heyhey! managed to sell a mp3 player everyday sia.. the 20GB one, you people out there should check it out man.. seriously, forget about ipod.. get this instead of ipod.. NW-HD5, in store now.. i am so tempted to get it.. but i shall get my video camera first.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joke of the day: tracy message me and told me that she was in the printing shop.. her other class, classmate doesn't have mounting board.. so she ask him, "will you love me forever if i give u 2 boards?" her classmate was stunned lah.. for us, we had already get used to it.. give her classmate more time, i am sure he will get used to it.. i can imagine her classmate shocked face.. when she messaged me, i was like smiling to my handphone lah, people thought i am siao or something.. crazy me! she alway makes me laugh when she message me.. and today she started i am a fish lover.. and she's a s*** lover.. well, this is a secret between us.. heh heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112481354825490656?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112481354825490656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112481354825490656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/joke-of-day.html' title='joke of the day'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112442391360951838</id><published>2005-08-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:58:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blurness</title><content type='html'>ok, people.. some funny things caused by my "blurness" again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sleeping when my class rep, Fai, called me. It was 12.56am i think. Being a sleeping beauty or should i say sleeping pig, you all know lah. i answer but don't know why, i didn't answer. But i did heard him called my name la, he was like, "hello,minyen! minyen? hello??"! and for god sake, he called me 3 times man.. i thought i was dreaming lor.. i am so amazed by myself. so, people, just shout when i didn't answer you, cause i would be thinking that i am dreaming or something. i was laughing like crazy when i saw him the next day in school. Cause i suddenly remember that he might be the one who had called. haahaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, the next one is not actually my blurness la, it's actually quite eerie ya know.. as usual, skip morning lecture.. i wanted to go lor, but it was raining.. so.. i need my beauty sleep.. (",) well, turning up in school before class start! first time man.. ok, so i was in the class and i saw this mickey mouse bag.. heehee.. and until class ended, no one came to get it.. i did not pay much attention to it and went for the next lesson.. we were sitting in group: shin yin, jac, me.. then, jac went to the libraray, shin yin and me went to eat.. when we came back, i saw the mickey mouse bag on my seat! holy shit.. we were so stunned.. speechless.. we ignored it and continued with our work.. i placed my books on the bag and continued talking to shin yin.. it was right in front of us.. and suddenly, we realised that the bag is gone.. i did not even see anyone took it away.. eeerie right!! well.. it might be i did not realise.. but you cannot blame me.. what month is it now.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to school happily as i finished my video days ago and my research folio was done. Morning lesson was supposed to be a talk at desgin block. i arrived around 915. i sat down and began "stoning". then, my classmate, Fi, came in and then did i realise that i forgot to bring my DV tape!!! holy shit.. what a sotong i am.. the stupidity in me.. then came break, i told my lecturer, Kai Syng, that i need to go home and get my DV tape cause i forgot to bring it.. she was like "Really?" freaking hell.. why would i lie.. so, i rushed back to get and my mama started nagging, "siao.. go school and come back to get things.. forget handphone and now forget to bring dv tape.. lalalalala" Poor me la.. That is it for the past 3 days.. hopefully, no more happening thingy la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112442391360951838?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112442391360951838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112442391360951838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-blurness.html' title='my blurness'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112420534269340576</id><published>2005-08-16T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:15:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mobile and my video</title><content type='html'>ok, i lost my phone recently in the school library!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i am careless..&lt;br /&gt;i am sad enough alright.. all the contacts in it..&lt;br /&gt;my haven uploaded photos that i took with tracy..&lt;br /&gt;and my darling's message is all gone..&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall not ponder over it.. and get a new phone..&lt;br /&gt;...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;so, i finished the major video liao.. finally..&lt;br /&gt;it is over.. redo it 2 times lor..&lt;br /&gt;so it is the best i can do lah..&lt;br /&gt;dont say i never put in effort or what..&lt;br /&gt;but really lah.. i got put my heart and soul in it lor..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. hopefully can pass second year lah..&lt;br /&gt;school argh.. sianzation..&lt;br /&gt;cause dont know what the hell is going on..&lt;br /&gt;then so many writings and research to do..&lt;br /&gt;moreover, no one to crap with me..&lt;br /&gt;what to expect in a class of eleven,&lt;br /&gt;when only four are girls?!&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.. lucky the class guys entertaining..&lt;br /&gt;if not i can die lor..&lt;br /&gt;when i say entertaining, i meant entertaining ok!&lt;br /&gt;i think they went wrong course sia..&lt;br /&gt;should go theatre at performing arts.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;just like what you all say to me everytime..&lt;br /&gt;but.. dont play play hor.. now argh..&lt;br /&gt;i super quiet in class one lah.. and "dao"...&lt;br /&gt;must warm up first.. then after that i 72 bian..&lt;br /&gt;haahaa! that is all.. tml no class.. so.. slack at home..&lt;br /&gt;next week holidays.. jio me out people..&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.. bored to death.. HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112420534269340576?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112420534269340576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112420534269340576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-mobile-and-my-video.html' title='my mobile and my video'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112377914307117238</id><published>2005-08-11T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:52:23.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Image%28306%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Image%28306%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the truth that i want to hear from you?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112377914307117238?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112377914307117238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112377914307117238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-is-truth-that-i-want-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112377856482516970</id><published>2005-08-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:42:44.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-thesis-</title><content type='html'>well, people...&lt;br /&gt;everyone's asking me "how's life"..&lt;br /&gt;i ain't dying.. yet..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alive, kicking..&lt;br /&gt;so, don't worry, alright..&lt;br /&gt;my life is quite messed up now..&lt;br /&gt;with the fact that i am still in contradiction..&lt;br /&gt;however.. life still goes on..&lt;br /&gt;for my thesis writing..&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna research on how the youth culture is being influenced by Music Videos..&lt;br /&gt;so if you have any idea or information that you think would help me out..&lt;br /&gt;just e-mail me lah..&lt;br /&gt;especially to stephanie man..&lt;br /&gt;she has been alot of help to me when it comes to theory these days..&lt;br /&gt;life without her would be so much harder..&lt;br /&gt;thanks, steph!&lt;br /&gt;Oops, not forgetting that tommorrow is Alicia's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday, cia!&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, i am not going to take driving with you..&lt;br /&gt;i am just too lazy to learn..&lt;br /&gt;it is a chore to me lah..&lt;br /&gt;i am more of a passenger than a driver..&lt;br /&gt;sorry about it..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope you like what i got you..&lt;br /&gt;let's have fun tommorrow together, yeah?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112377856482516970?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112377856482516970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112377856482516970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/thesis.html' title='-thesis-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112358599546401568</id><published>2005-08-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T04:13:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Bus%20lo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Bus%20lo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be alone...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112358599546401568?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112358599546401568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112358599546401568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-want-to-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112358585357527927</id><published>2005-08-09T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T04:10:53.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e lastest me</title><content type='html'>... you were right that i don't know you well enough...&lt;br /&gt;in fact, you were so freaking right&lt;br /&gt;... i don't even know myself, let say you...&lt;br /&gt;i am confuse and contract by you&lt;br /&gt;... (i am always not what i am)=(i am always what i am not) ..&lt;br /&gt;.it's true about what you had said&lt;br /&gt;... i get affected by my emotions and it got me stuck ...&lt;br /&gt;you were right to confront me&lt;br /&gt;... i was just being undecisive ....&lt;br /&gt;you were right to portray me the way you had&lt;br /&gt;... i am afraid to face the truth, i am dishonest ...&lt;br /&gt;you were right to believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;... i am wrong to lose the belief in myself ...&lt;br /&gt;you asked me what is truth&lt;br /&gt;... i told you truth is scary and hard to get ..&lt;br /&gt;.you asked me how well i know about the truth&lt;br /&gt;... i only knew that truth hurts ....&lt;br /&gt;you were right that i am no longer the invincible "yen"&lt;br /&gt;... i could only say that people change ...&lt;br /&gt;you asked where was the me in the past&lt;br /&gt;... the day i lose you, i lose myself ....&lt;br /&gt;you suggest that i overcome my emotions&lt;br /&gt;... but i am just too emotional to overcome it ...&lt;br /&gt;you were right and that we have to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;... i can only say "give me time to" and i shall do it ...&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer like i had used to be&lt;br /&gt;... maybe it was part of growing up ....&lt;br /&gt;now do i realise that&lt;br /&gt;... music is my everything ....&lt;br /&gt;should i just give up everything for music?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112358585357527927?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112358585357527927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112358585357527927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-lastest-me.html' title='e lastest me'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112356406781593774</id><published>2005-08-08T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:07:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/self%20portrait-%202D%20collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/self%20portrait-%202D%20collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoo hoo~!! my latest photo collage of me and piggy... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112356406781593774?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112356406781593774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112356406781593774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/yoo-hoo-my-latest-photo-collage-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112350967681593284</id><published>2005-08-06T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:01:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sick</title><content type='html'>thanks to all my friends for the care and concern for the past few days that i had been ill... i'm feeling a whole lot better now and in the recovering process... it was such a miserable time for me... i could say night not time... couldn't sleep, vomiting through the silent night... and my poor mama, accompanying me throughout... i felt so miserable man! but... after the doctor, i felt so much better! lying on the bed for two days sure makes me better... too much rest and my body is aching like hell... shit... so much schoolwork to catch up with... but lucky got 5 days holiday cause monday got no class... yeah! oh... check out &lt;a href="http://www.theartshouse.com.sg/"&gt;www.theartshouse.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;... they have film screenings going on there fo the month of august... and it's only 5bucks for student... check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112350967681593284?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112350967681593284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112350967681593284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-sick.html' title='i am sick'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112290472672957190</id><published>2005-08-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:58:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Road1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Road1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my latest one... my sunglass nice?!! heehee&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112290472672957190?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112290472672957190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112290472672957190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-latest-one.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112271936642499419</id><published>2005-07-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:29:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life &amp; death</title><content type='html'>I attended my cousin-in-law’s funeral today. Life is really unpredictable and fragile. You might be well and alive now, but who knows, what happens in the future?!! People, please take care of your health. The heart wrenching part is that they had only been married for 2 years. I was there trying to hold back my tears. She was crying her lungs out, I stood there speechless. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there. Imagine she is going to be alone now. Sometimes, I really wonder what life is about. It is actually short, yet we always never manage to do what we really want and be who we really are. Only when we realize it, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when we lose something or someone, do we learn to treasure it. In the process of loving someone, we would get hurt. When I was on the bus home, the rubber band on my hair broke, there is no replacement or anything I could use to tie my hair, therefore, I just let it be. Likewise, if someone hurts you in the process of love, it might break your heart, but learn to let go because like the rubber band, there is nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to learn about life when we are living it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112271936642499419?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271936642499419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271936642499419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-death.html' title='life &amp; death'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112271930579504700</id><published>2005-07-22T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:28:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-i am what i am not-</title><content type='html'>I am always not who I am, and I am always what I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one asks me, I know…&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks me, I know not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, could people stop asking me?! When you ask, I do not know how to answer. I am really sick of all the questioning. Can’t be the way I am, I want to be simple! Why must I learn to think the other way? Why must there be a reason or explanation? Why do they always ask "why"? It is really getting tough on me. I hope that I could grow wings and fly away from this complicated society. Maybe it is because I am not honest with myself, afraid to confront the truth that would hurt me. But, isn’t this the way I have been living my life all these while? I want it to remain the way it is. Sigh… I know it is not possible. I guess I just have to get used to it, I have to change. But, how could I do so in such a short time?! I wish I could but I can’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112271930579504700?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271930579504700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271930579504700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-what-i-am-not.html' title='-i am what i am not-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112271923444668122</id><published>2005-07-19T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:27:14.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my BBQ</title><content type='html'>Yeah, barbeque was on Saturday at West Coast Park, pit one. A lot of us didn’t know how to get there. It’s our first time there for most of us. So, it is pretty much of a "how to get there" problem. And our area has got lots of ants. Other than that, it is pretty enjoyable. And I don’t know why, there are fireworks too. Ha! It is such coincidence. Well, I guess it is rehearsal for the National Day Parade. Not a lot turn up, I saw people who I never see for a long time though. Ha! So shocked to see some of them! Yes, after that was supper at Newton. Thanks to Serene’s dad for the free stingray and lemon chicken! Check it out, people! The food is nice and has reasonable price. "86, Hai Kee Seafood" is the address. When you are at Newton, check out this stall. Thereafter, I went to Alicia’s house to slack till morning then went home to sleep. I slept till one in the noon, went out with Alicia and Choon poh! Hoo~!! Long time never see this brother of mine sia. Then we did something you guys would never think of! We went to take neo prints. Ha! I know it is silly but it is fun la. The last time I took neo print of last year on my birthday. Now that I am growing out of it, I seldom take it. I was the neo print queen alright, but that was ages ago. It was history la. But miss those good old days. Slacking in school, hang out in the band room, go shopping with piggy. Those were the happiest days that I had. Compare to the present life, it so much interesting! I do not even get to go shopping with piggy even once per week. She argh! Ever since she is in SP, like no life sia, everyday stay in school till super late. Poor me! What to do?! Be like a lonely freak and work myself to death la. That’s it! I would be working till midnight this coming week. So, I would not be updating often. So, if you miss me or anything, just ring me at my mobile, and you will hear my sexy voice! Ha! I kana sore throat again lor, sianzation! Ok… see you guys around! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112271923444668122?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271923444668122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271923444668122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-bbq.html' title='my BBQ'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112271912665631353</id><published>2005-07-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:25:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>School is ok la, quite slack though. I just hate the questioning ourselves part when the lecturers keep asking you questions starting with the word "why". I don’t want to question myself and can I choose not to question myself?! I know that there is always a reason behind something but I do not want to know. Even if I do, I do not want to tell. During class, one of my classmates shows an anime about a character that she like in the anime, she like the character because she has a side that no one else can see. Everyone has it though. Just like the character, I do not want people to see my other side. I feel that questioning me is like reflecting on myself. That will bring me to more contradiction in life and choices that I made. And ultimately, it will make me ponder upon if this is the life that I want to live in and if what I am doing is what I really want. I just want to get life over with, living the way I want it to be. I do not feel the need of explaining. And the environment does not allow me to remain the way I am. Holy shit! I guess I have to stay on with this explanation and why thing for a period of two long years. I hate it when they ask what we want to achieve after this or whatever shit. I do not even know and they keep asking. It is really frustrating you know?!! And another classmate of mine was talking about how she would portray her mother. I can really see that she is really close to her mother and what a happy family she has. She mentioned once that her father even went to jay Chou’s concert with her sister and herself. Her father was the one who went to buy the tickets, alright! But one thing for sure, the lesson makes me understand my classmates and their thoughts better. And the purpose of me, running away, is to stop people from understanding me, when I do not even understand myself. I stare in the blank and think of the impossible. That is me. I want to grow wings and fly away! Away from all these awful mess that makes me feel so miserable. I want to get away from all the people and live in my own world with nothing but my thoughts. That would be enough to last me through a lifetime. But that is impossible right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112271912665631353?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271912665631353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271912665631353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112271905239992699</id><published>2005-07-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:24:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a happy day. You people want to know why? Let me tell you. Well, my barbeque suppose to be on Saturday right? Yes, and Ching Feng is not coming because he is going to HIS FRIEND barbeque and NOT MINE! However, I shall be a forgiving friend since he came to school to accompany me eat lunch. And not forgetting the fact that he took only 10 minutes of journey from his house to LaSalle while I took an hour and more. But god is fair. I take only 15 minutes to go to his school (NUS) when he takes an hour or so. Ok! Back to the topic alright, people. So, we were chatting at the hawker centre opposite school when Stephanie came to join us. Shortly after, Ching Feng went home. Being a very nice friend, I waited for the bus with him la. The motive of him coming to school is to pass me my birthday present. Here is the exciting part! Guess what he bought me?!! That is a movie book!! You can guess what movie it is already right?!! Initial D!! Thanks so much, boy! I really appreciate it man. He can read my mind la. People study psychology one what. Ha! Sincere la, the birthday card like write composition like that la, I really appreciate it all man. Thanks a lot. Ok, update you guys soon. See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112271905239992699?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271905239992699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112271905239992699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112088707311504351</id><published>2005-07-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:31:13.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/dbs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/dbs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the DBS photo lor... heehee... miss you guys... keep in touch alright... lalalala~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112088707311504351?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112088707311504351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112088707311504351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-dbs-photo-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112074891811451254</id><published>2005-07-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:08:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-shop and study-</title><content type='html'>aloha.. yen is on a shopping spree today! Yes, we went suntec city, raffles city, bugis junction and town. Check out raffles city! There’s this shop on level 3 that sells small wooden miniature that is damn cool. You can collect it though. There’s one that is orchestra one and I have decided to collect it. It is expensive though. 40 bucks for one. But anyway, bought 3 shirts today that is on sale. I am so happy! I wanna share my joy with tracy though! (tracy, you promised that we would go shopping in one months’ time)I have the evidence that you said it! School started, it was not that bad though. I do not know my classmate well yet. Give me time to know them then update you. Classes are relaxing compared to others. Have one lecturer who is yan dao la, compare to the lecturers around in school. Haha! Better than tracy’s lecturer! You all get it right?! Ha! It was only two days, tracy and I start missing each other. Ha! All the gossiping and checking out cute guys… but it is ok. I always visit you and have lunch with you. Our taste in guys same one lor… always looking at the same one and giving the same opinion! That is what we call “great mind think alike”! oh… and my barbeque is on 16july, Saturday. Do not accuse me of being heartless cause I post on bulletin. Invite everyone already! Special thanks to Alicia who is helping me out in organizing it. My cousin just came back from Europe and she bought me nice candle holder. She is forever so nice to me. Always buying me presents when she travels. I love it! Ha! Night, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112074891811451254?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112074891811451254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112074891811451254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/shop-and-study.html' title='-shop and study-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112074877746705837</id><published>2005-07-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:06:17.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-DBS last day-</title><content type='html'>Sigh… last week of DBS promotion already. It’s such a pity man. Time flies. We could joke anything under the sun. All the time we spent was mostly slacking and crapping together. I really enjoyed these six weeks because I knew a lot of crazy people like me. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;“though the job is tiring, you people make it awesome. Though the job is boring, you people make it interesting. All the time we spent together when we are resting, eating, working and ‘sleeping’ has made my working life very memorable. I had also gained a lot of knowledge from all the craps la. And most importantly, thanks for enduring me. I am not that bad right. Just a bit noisy, lame, crappy, crazy and the list go on and on… But I really appreciate everything man, hope to meet up real soon. And don’t miss me. Ha! But anytime you are feeling down and you need someone to cheer you up, I am always there for you. Call or sms me! Alright? Keep in touch huh…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112074877746705837?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112074877746705837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112074877746705837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/dbs-last-day.html' title='-DBS last day-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112040698513651239</id><published>2005-07-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:09:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/xuan%20xuan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/xuan%20xuan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very cute niece, xuan xuan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112040698513651239?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112040698513651239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112040698513651239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-very-cute-niece-xuan-xuan.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-112040723374496635</id><published>2005-07-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:13:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-my niece-</title><content type='html'>I am so happy. Finally get to visit my second niece at my uncle’s place. The last time I saw her was during Chinese New Year! She’s so adorable and looks so much like my cousin. She has eyes so big like a doll. And her favorite show is “hi! 5” ha! That’s my niece, got to upload her photo for you guys to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I happened to watch this show which report about children abandoning their parents and there is this old man whose case is damn sad. He has four kids; two daughters and two sons. He had got some illness and stayed in the hospital for some time. The wife and children visited him while he was in the hospital. However, when he was discharged and upon reaching home, he realized that his wife has left with the children. All these years, he leaves with an allowance of 200 given by his children every month, which is definitely not enough for him to survive. Looking at the food that he ate, I really felt sad for him. No matter what, they should not have abandoned their father. Our parents spent so much to raise us, and yet we abandon them. Put ourselves in their shoes and think. I do not know what the people nowadays think. All they think about is money.  Is money everything in the world?!&lt;br /&gt;But look on the bright side of life; this is only 10 percent of the people la, though it is bad enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-112040723374496635?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112040723374496635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/112040723374496635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-niece.html' title='-my niece-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111993965283938498</id><published>2005-06-28T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:20:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-initial d'-</title><content type='html'>Initial d’ was wonderful…&lt;br /&gt;It inspires me deeply and enlightened me greatly…&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to wake up from dream of the impossible…&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve it, if we understand what our ultimate goal is…&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole night thinking…&lt;br /&gt;What I want to be and what is it that I really want in life…&lt;br /&gt;In a competition, the opponent is none other than yourself…&lt;br /&gt;Only do you try to defeat yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You will then improve each day and become god…&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Chapman says in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;“God does not existGod is actually human&lt;br /&gt;Just that they can do things that others cannot do&lt;br /&gt;That is why they became god”&lt;br /&gt;I want to challenge myself,&lt;br /&gt;And see where my limit is,&lt;br /&gt;And make myself grow,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing myself getting better…&lt;br /&gt;Using different tactics and methods,&lt;br /&gt;To improve my skills…&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t putting in enough effort…&lt;br /&gt;And was having the wrong mindset…&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am on the right track,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to continue my route…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be compared to the satisfaction that music gives me…&lt;br /&gt;Everyone belongs to somewhere in the world…&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a world where there is music…&lt;br /&gt;Although my mama objects in the beginning…&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad that she has slowly accept my decision,&lt;br /&gt;And the silent support that she had given me in the past years…&lt;br /&gt;The mutual respect to my passion has greatly brought her to trust me in whatever I do…&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remind myself who I am…&lt;br /&gt;I nearly lose myself yesterday but destiny does not allow it to happen…&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I did not make the wrong decision…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111993965283938498?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111993965283938498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111993965283938498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='-initial d&apos;-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111993982109753614</id><published>2005-06-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:23:41.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Yen.Alicia.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Yen.Alicia.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture that we took at lido while waiting for the superstars! omg~!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111993982109753614?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111993982109753614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111993982109753614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/picture-that-we-took-at-lido-while.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111962867573606286</id><published>2005-06-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:57:55.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-materialistic-</title><content type='html'>I am living my life the wrong way, people. I was woken up by somebody today and the somebody is the same guy who led me to the wrong way. My principle of life is “to persevere my passion for music and live life to the fullest.” This person gave me the ideas and nearly caused me to fall into the trap that almost everyone in the society did. However, when I see the arrogance in him, I see me. The old me that I wanted to be respected. Though he’s older, I could say that I understand the word ‘respect’ more than he does. Respect is not something that you can buy or because you are slightly superior, you will get it. You must learn to earn it. How? By giving respect to others, likewise, they will give you back the same amount of respect or even more. Luckily, thanks to him that I managed to be saved from my moment of folly. He makes me realize what I want and what I need. It is completely two different matters. I will always keep it in mind. I entered this materialistic society with a clearly vision of what I want to be. Success is not just the amount that you earned. You might earn but your morals sucks, or you lead a depressing lifestyle or worse, with only money on your mind. I would not want to be like this. I want to be the individual who will persevere to the end like everyone had known me to be. &lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope to find someone to really understand me, my life, my passion, my love &lt;br /&gt;for MUSIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111962867573606286?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111962867573606286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111962867573606286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/materialistic.html' title='-materialistic-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111936820942179805</id><published>2005-06-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:36:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-jay chou-</title><content type='html'>Ok, people!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hide my excitement…&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the initial d’ red carpet at lido…&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god…&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to faint… ha!&lt;br /&gt;First, Edison walked past me…&lt;br /&gt;Then, Shawn…&lt;br /&gt;And then, JAY CHOU!&lt;br /&gt;Just right in front of me, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;Jay chou is so damn cute…&lt;br /&gt;Edison and shawn is good-looking lah…&lt;br /&gt;But their height is so disappointing though…&lt;br /&gt;Ok…&lt;br /&gt;Catch initial d’ soon and update you people…&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have sweet dreams tonight…&lt;br /&gt;And I know Alicia will too…&lt;br /&gt;Cause jay shook hand with her…&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111936820942179805?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111936820942179805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111936820942179805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/jay-chou.html' title='-jay chou-'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111924601392478871</id><published>2005-06-19T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:40:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/hapi%20bday%2Cpig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/hapi%20bday%2Cpig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest piggy, happy 17th birthday! i love you... life's not gonna be what it is today without you... sistere forever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111924601392478871?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111924601392478871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111924601392478871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/dearest-piggy-happy-17th-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111868042850366842</id><published>2005-06-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:33:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*fairytale"</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten how long was it,&lt;br /&gt;Since I last met you,&lt;br /&gt;Telling you my favorite story,&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for a very long time,&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to feel paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;Did I make any mistakes again?&lt;br /&gt;i went and tell you with the tears in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That fairytales are all lies,&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible for anyone to be my prince charming,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i do not understand,&lt;br /&gt;After the moment when you said you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;The stars in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;are beginning to shine and shimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im willing to be,&lt;br /&gt;the angel you love,&lt;br /&gt;In the fairytales,&lt;br /&gt;Open my arms wide,&lt;br /&gt;And let it become wings,&lt;br /&gt;to protect you,&lt;br /&gt;You have to believe,&lt;br /&gt;Believe that we will be like the fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;With happiness and joy as the ending.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is our beautiful ending."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111868042850366842?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111868042850366842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111868042850366842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/fairytale.html' title='*fairytale&quot;'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111859225914295539</id><published>2005-06-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T09:04:19.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*grandpa 100th birthday*</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandfather’s 100th birthday. I had woke up early this morning, went to get the birthday cake with my cousin. Then, turning up at grandfather’s house for an hour before leaving for work. Then, went back to grandfather’s house after work and found them playing majong lah. Had dinner and ice cream… Then, we looked at the video that we took for the whole day. Goodness, I realize that a lot of people turn up and catering was called to satisify our guest’s stomach. And the question of “where am I” popped up for a few times. See… I’m so popular among the elderly huh! Lol… Yes, and I am to edit the video again so as to leave the boring parts out… hehe! Happy 100th birthday grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111859225914295539?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111859225914295539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111859225914295539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/grandpa-100th-birthday.html' title='*grandpa 100th birthday*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111859246023130872</id><published>2005-06-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T09:07:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/yen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/yen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Hooo... that's me... it's time to change my black black specs and black black hair soon... new image on my birthday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111859246023130872?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111859246023130872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111859246023130872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/oooo-hooo.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111850330888528874</id><published>2005-06-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T08:21:48.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yen is*</title><content type='html'>yen is a real crapper&lt;br /&gt;yen is a "lameless prawn"&lt;br /&gt;yen is an incredible freak&lt;br /&gt;yen is a laughter-supplier&lt;br /&gt;yen is an entertainer&lt;br /&gt;yen is a beloved fan of PIGGY&lt;br /&gt;yen is a stubborn kid&lt;br /&gt;yen is a information counter&lt;br /&gt;yen is skilful when it comes to sleeping&lt;br /&gt;yen is a bitch with nice black hair&lt;br /&gt;yen is a witch with black black specs&lt;br /&gt;yen is an individual with a superb attitude&lt;br /&gt;yen is a trumpeter with so-so skills&lt;br /&gt;yen is a mighty dreamer&lt;br /&gt;yen is a talker when it's time to slack&lt;br /&gt;yen is a forgiving but not forgetful girl&lt;br /&gt;yen is a super sensitive female&lt;br /&gt;yen is a cry-baby when e movie is sAD&lt;br /&gt;yen is a nice person to her friends&lt;br /&gt;yen is a evil person to ppl who bullies her friends&lt;br /&gt;yen is a "dao kia" to strangers&lt;br /&gt;yen is a "lian-ish" to people who don't know her well&lt;br /&gt;(yen is overall a unlikable ass-hole)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111850330888528874?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111850330888528874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111850330888528874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/yen-is.html' title='*yen is*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111820193545312090</id><published>2005-06-07T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:38:55.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*i'm nice*</title><content type='html'>It takes me two days to get over it. Don’t worry, I’m back to normal. Yes, remember to charge your mobile, because it is going to start ringing like it has been before… why… cause my L-Plate found new target, so she’s leaving me… I’m left all alone… ha! Ok, she going to kill me if she reads this… ha! And I know she would… she always does… now I am going to start complaining on this cold and bloody boring day…&lt;br /&gt;Karin, stop calling me and asking me out to meet your “BOYFRIENDS”. I am not interested alright. I know how to get my own targets. I am one good player.&lt;br /&gt;Benny, stop nagging me to tell me to get someone that lasts… because I can’t find one that can endure me la… I am too noisy… only you the abnormal one can still crap and sing with me lor…&lt;br /&gt;Darling pei, I know u love me and I love u… I’m glad that you found the target that you want and hopefully, it lasts (at least, it would be longer than mine la)… don’t worry about me, because I would try to get a few to get rid of my time…&lt;br /&gt;Lin, I know it’s been a long time since I met up with you, because I was too involved with life and I’ve neglected you. I am really sorry about it. But I would from today onwards. Trust me. And for god-sake, I am not lesbian la, stop worrying about me.&lt;br /&gt;ah boy thanks for being there whenever I need you. You are forever so sweet. But I would like to nag you again; it has been months since the last girlfriend. You should get yourself a girlfriend soon though I know I am irresistible, ha! Everyone is puking, after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it. I am done. But I am not getting targets anymore la. Please don’t introduce anymore. I am tired. Ha! Unbelievable, isn’t it?! I know, maybe it is for now la. But don’t forget, go out or whatever so, must ‘jio’ me leh. I am very nice, so don’t say I am not. Because I know all along piggy, my dear, you say that I very bad, cheat people feelings. Ok. I promise I would be very nice now. Because I have taste the badness, now I know what I did is really bad. (“,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111820193545312090?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111820193545312090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111820193545312090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-nice.html' title='*i&apos;m nice*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111803719901852422</id><published>2005-06-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:53:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*boring day*</title><content type='html'>I am so bored… so I have decided to write an entry… hmmm… what should I write about? Well… let me think… ok… about Singaporeans not knowing how to appreciate arts…&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw this circus thing which is part of the arts festival thing now going for 42 bucks per person. I was really interested in it but no one wants to go with me. You know that I wouldn’t go alone, and I am left with no choice. They always say that it is expensive and all, they are just not appreciative towards these kinds of stuff. Upon 10 people, how many would turn up for concerts. I bet most of them never turn up for any. Even if they did, it wasn’t out of their own-willed. How would the artists survive like this? I feel so sad for them. Ok. It might be expensive compared to movie tickets la, but it is worth the money man… people, you guys need to think about this and reflect on it, alright. I would be waiting and waiting, till one fine day, you people go to one with me…&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it, I guess…&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve met someone that’s my match in the game… quite a player too… it’s becoming interesting… wish me luck…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111803719901852422?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111803719901852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111803719901852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-day.html' title='*boring day*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111803740501785273</id><published>2005-06-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:56:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Image%28006%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Image%28006%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked from school to suntec... cool right... on the long long bridge... our honeymoon lor... hehehe! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111803740501785273?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111803740501785273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111803740501785273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-walked-from-school-to-suntec.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111798541682986186</id><published>2005-06-04T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:30:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*DBS group*</title><content type='html'>Guess what we did when I had gathering with my DBS group members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually Alyssa's birthday. So, we had some kind of belated celebration for her after work.&lt;br /&gt;People who turn up for it were of course, Alyssa herself lah, me, ee pei, jun lin, simon (chen xiao dong), Steve (g-plate), shao wei (5566).&lt;br /&gt;Ryan (the one with a pretty girlfriend) didn't turn up because we could not contact him.&lt;br /&gt;So 7 of us went to Ajisen, deciding to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;However, when we sat down for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;we did something that it god-damn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;We walked out without ordering.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the first time I ever did that, that goes with them as well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... we ended up in ramien tei instead...&lt;br /&gt;That's not it...&lt;br /&gt;when we went to cinneleisure to search for a place to chill out...&lt;br /&gt;we decided on the ice-cream pal our on level 2...&lt;br /&gt;but when we sat down at the sofa seats...&lt;br /&gt;it's so uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;and we left AGAIN for the second time...&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;And ended up in 'Cartel' at Basement 1.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a waitress there that is Elva-look alike...&lt;br /&gt;check it out, guys...&lt;br /&gt;she's gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite mesmerized with her...&lt;br /&gt;for the first 45 minutes when I am there...&lt;br /&gt;and the whole night was spent sitting there talking crap, playing stupid games...&lt;br /&gt;stupid but entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;and it kept us going through the night though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111798541682986186?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111798541682986186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111798541682986186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/dbs-group.html' title='*DBS group*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111781883378288910</id><published>2005-06-04T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:13:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*asshole*</title><content type='html'>here they go&lt;br /&gt;two by two&lt;br /&gt;here i go&lt;br /&gt;one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are&lt;br /&gt;side by side&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they sit&lt;br /&gt;heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;here i sit&lt;br /&gt;soul to soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they stand&lt;br /&gt;side by side&lt;br /&gt;here i stand&lt;br /&gt;back to back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they went&lt;br /&gt;happily&lt;br /&gt;here i go&lt;br /&gt;hurriedly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111781883378288910?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111781883378288910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111781883378288910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/asshole.html' title='*asshole*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111781803288456769</id><published>2005-06-02T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:00:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*everytime*</title><content type='html'>-present tense-&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see u,&lt;br /&gt;i look everywhere but at u.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i miss u,&lt;br /&gt;i tell my heart to forget u.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i think of u,&lt;br /&gt;i tell my mind to think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-past tense-&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i hug u,&lt;br /&gt;i feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i kiss u,&lt;br /&gt;i have sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-future tense-&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i walk by the same place,&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself that i won't be there ever again!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see something that reminds me of you,&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the mistake that i made.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see you/him,&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i am the greatest fool on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111781803288456769?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111781803288456769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111781803288456769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/everytime.html' title='*everytime*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111767951103784983</id><published>2005-06-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:31:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*my mama*</title><content type='html'>My mum and I didn't talk for the past weeks until 3 days ago... Yesterday, we turned up at SGH together as my dad was there to do a scan... We left together after visiting my dad...&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum that I’m going to town… and she showed me the way to the bus-stop… And then, I waved “goodbye” to her, realizing that I had never waved ‘goodbye’ to her for a very long time… the only time when I waved ‘goodbye’ to her was when I was a little kid… at that moment, I felt so sad, so guilty of leaving her to back home alone… At the bus-stop, I saw my petite mum cross the road and walked away alone… All of a sudden, she seems so small, fragile and weak to me… Unlike the mama that nagged me for hours and the magnificent wife that she has always been to my papa… Sometimes, it takes only a second to make a mistake but a lifetime to make up for the mistake…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was thinking, what if I’m gone…. What if I met with an accident and died?! Would anyone miss me? Would anyone shed tears for me? Would mama and papa life still go on? Or would anyone even be relieved and glad that I am gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone… would I miss the times when I would bicker with my mama… and nagged at my papa… and complained to my cousin about the high costs of printing for my school assignments… going to Alicia’s shop to have fun… talking on the phone with ee pei… meet shuping and have a session of “heart-to-heart” talking… visit my 99-year-old grandpa… going to school to slack… my precious xeno… miss working my life out… would I miss all of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111767951103784983?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111767951103784983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111767951103784983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-mama.html' title='*my mama*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111744319046739418</id><published>2005-05-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:53:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*i'm e info counter*</title><content type='html'>yet another day passed..&lt;br /&gt;what "minyen" actually meant to my friends..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"argh! minyen ar.. erm.."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to look for her when u do not what bus to take from one place to another&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to call her when you needed help in singtel related stuff&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to ask her on products that u want to get especially nokia phones, and e venue of various nokia care centres&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to contact her and ask whether she can get discount for a particular item'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to enquire where i could get what&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to find out is there e shop that i want in a particular shopping centre(town la)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to clear my doubts on trumpet related questions&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to ask for a job&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to fill up my boring days&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to "delete" my unhappiness and "enter" happiness&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to ask for crazy ideas for birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;msg her funny or stupid messages&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;getting any phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;this is what they have been asking me lately.. now then i know.. minyen meant "info counter" to them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111744319046739418?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111744319046739418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111744319046739418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-e-info-counter.html' title='*i&apos;m e info counter*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111744093686428537</id><published>2005-05-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:15:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/Dbs%2813%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/Dbs%2813%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. my dbs group... hehehe~ having fun working leh~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111744093686428537?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111744093686428537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111744093686428537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111729481987936521</id><published>2005-05-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T08:40:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*irritating people*</title><content type='html'>I don’t know whether it’s ee pei or my unluckiness but we attracted 2 irritating people in a day. We were working at orchard, then we went to orchard library café to wait for my cousin and her agent to arrive, then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy appear right in front of our table and slammed on the table and sat down, at the same time exclaiming that, “I think you all are interesting..” We replied, “sorry, but we’re waiting for someone.” The guy shrugged. Thinking that he’s my cousin agent, we asked him if he’s colin, however, he answered with a freaking attitude stating that, “what’s makes you think I’m colin?” Of course, he just starts to get on my nerves and my fire is coming on, and I was getting really pissed. So I replied with my super irritating attitude, “then what’s your name la, if not colin!” He replied with his name which I forgot what it is because I wasn’t even listening. So, I ignored him, continue reading the magazine. And then he started some stupid mind game with us and of course, only ee pei entertained him. And he just goes on and on… Then, he was telling us that wearing a ring at the index finger in Greece suggests that the lady is somehow bisexual. Then on and on, he went on with his stupid story. Upon my cousin’s arrival, I asked him to go as my friend is here. Yet he continues sitting there and just shrugged his shoulder. Apparently, I just want to get rid of him la. And I was saying that I am not interested and he was saying he isn’t interested as well. And I replied with my stern expression, “then you can just leave and don’t sit here”. He shrugged. And I said again, “my friend is here. Can you just leave!” and then he finally walked off. This kind of people ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then we continue with the savings plan discussion. It’s always good to save early cause of our super high spending rate. And especially with my dream of having 5 kids~ ha! I’m just kidding la. But it’s quite worth it, rather than we used it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were at commonwealth train station, and this guy appeared out of nowhere, asking about some church thingy. And I was really pissed man, and finally managed to drive him away with my super attitude that really drive people crazy. That’s it. I’ve enough of it today! I am going to sleep. To death with the freaks today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111729481987936521?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111729481987936521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111729481987936521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/irritating-people.html' title='*irritating people*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111698845053318868</id><published>2005-05-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:08:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sweat all your troubles out*</title><content type='html'>Hey you! There I come. Guess what, people? I went to jog in the night and it felt so good. Sometimes, when there is nothing we could do about the problems and frustrations, I guess to sweat it out is the best solution around. No doubt it is pretty tiring but apparently, you will be amazed that it is pretty effective. No worries, I am listening to all of your decisions, but something is holding me back. I think it is going to take some time before I decide on it and hopefully, I make the correct choice, alright?! I would inform you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it comes to another issue. One of my buddy’s father just passed away. And he was a really good friend of mine. Yet I knew nothing about it until when I sms him one day and he replied me and told me. I guess it was really upsetting him as it is his closest kin around. And he didn’t felt like talking. And I know it does not help if you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you: I know you just need to be alone and all. But always remember that if you need someone to talk and just sit there with you, there’s a friend here who will always be there for you. I know it takes time to heal but I hope that you would cheer up! Take care! Hope to hear from you soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how fragile and unpredictable life is? That is why we must always live life to the fullest as we do not know what would happen the next moment. Living in regrets is so miserable. I don’t want a miserable life. Alright, I am going to bathe. Wanted to go hiking this morning, but too bad, it rained. Argh! It’s alright. Next time round,i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111698845053318868?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111698845053318868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111698845053318868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweat-all-your-troubles-out.html' title='*sweat all your troubles out*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111694850197350443</id><published>2005-05-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:34:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*poem*</title><content type='html'>Minyen, my beloved friend&lt;br /&gt;Who brings me laughter no less&lt;br /&gt;Whom I will treasure till the end&lt;br /&gt;And whose music skills always impress&lt;br /&gt;A girl special in her own way&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be around night or day&lt;br /&gt;She's a bundle of laughter and joy&lt;br /&gt;A girl who is irresistable to any boy&lt;br /&gt;A good friend in time of need&lt;br /&gt;A person who listens when circumstances call for it&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's independent and free&lt;br /&gt;A person carefree for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has passion and drive&lt;br /&gt;To see till the end that her dreams will survive&lt;br /&gt;Now I must end here&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put into words all I need to say&lt;br /&gt;That Minyen is one special peer&lt;br /&gt;Whom in my heart has come to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-this is a poem by Tracy to me!-&lt;br /&gt;=thanks tracy! love u so muchie.. and yup... holidays now and i miss u lots... thanks the poem that u wrote in just 10minutes.. goodness.. u are so good at it man!=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111694850197350443?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111694850197350443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111694850197350443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/poem.html' title='*poem*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111690428790833836</id><published>2005-05-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:11:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*friends for life*</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what friends really means to us, the reason is simple: To provide companion to us and enhances our lonely life. I might have a lot of friends but not all of them would come to my mind when I needed someone to talk to. When I look through my mobile’s phonebook, I realized that there isn’t anyone that I can really talk to about some problems. Initially, I always get bothered by it. As time goes by, apparently, I started to get over it. Because I realized that there are things which we have to keep to ourselves. And there are decisions to be made by ourselves. I guess we need to keep our ears open for opinions and ideas, but we make our decisions by ourselves by considering the opinions and ideas, not being influenced by the opinions and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to enjoy and have fun with during our free time. However, it is not right to be over dependent on friends. It’s always good to be independent and to know what you really want in life. There’s this friend of mine, who would choose everything and make any decision based on his friends. Another friend of mine would always said that he has got no friends. I guess it is the different thinking in every individual which defines what friends really meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say “thank you very much” to all of friends who had been there when I needed them. To all those “buddies” who had brought fun &amp; laughter to me all the time. To all the people who had worked with me who had endured all my complaints and lameness. To all my classmates who had to endure the everything about me, especially the stupidity in me. Ha! I welcome your comments to improve myself, though every single one of you know what it’s already, I welcome new ideas. (Laughs out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To the special someone: I know there is some problem with you and that you are not ready to let me know yet. Just want to let you know that I’d be there for you when you need to talk. And that it’s time for you to learn to be independent. And it’s really your attitude that hurts us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111690428790833836?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111690428790833836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111690428790833836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends-for-life.html' title='*friends for life*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111656402427697478</id><published>2005-05-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:40:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/yen%28057%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/yen%28057%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dying... on the edge of breaking down... with no one there to save me... it hurts me to see you like this... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111656402427697478?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111656402427697478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111656402427697478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111630354741279654</id><published>2005-05-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:19:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helping yourself&lt;br /&gt;As you begin to understand more about how stress affects you as an individual, you will come up with your own ideas for helping to ease the tensions.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some suggestions for you to handle the stress:&lt;br /&gt;1. Try physical activity&lt;br /&gt;(Physical exercise like running, walking will relive that “uptight” feeling in you)&lt;br /&gt;2. Share your stress&lt;br /&gt;(It helps to talk to someone about your concerns and worries. Knowing when to ask for help may avoid more serious problems later)&lt;br /&gt;3. Know your limits&lt;br /&gt;(Learn to accept)&lt;br /&gt;4. Make time for fun&lt;br /&gt;5. It’s ok to cry&lt;br /&gt;6. Avoid self-medication&lt;br /&gt;7. Must you always be right?&lt;br /&gt;(A little give and take on both sides will reduce the strain and make you both feel more comfortable)&lt;br /&gt;The Art of Relaxation&lt;br /&gt;The best strategy for avoiding stress is to learn how to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, many people try to relax at the same pace that they lead the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Find activities that give you pleasure and that are good for your mental and physical well being. Forget about always winning. Focus on relaxation, enjoyment and health.&lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself. And Life will be good to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111630354741279654?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111630354741279654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111630354741279654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/helping-yourself-as-you-begin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111621683399420268</id><published>2005-05-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:13:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reacting to stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is defined as a “non-specific response of the body to any demand”. It has been noticed that whenever a perceived threat takes place, the body responds in a natural and predictable pattern called the “fight-flight” response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning?! The heart, respiratory rates and blood pressure increases; muscles tense in readiness, blood rushes to the brain to increase oxygen for rapid thought, and to the muscles for rapid action.Outward signs of these may include perspiration, a tight stomach, and a flushed feeling. After the startling event, your body begins to stabilize and to repair the damage caused by the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight-flight response is natural and was most adaptive to our predecessors living in the jungle where their very survival depended on their ability to fight or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it’s not possible to recognize it, prevent some of it, and minimize its impact when it cannot be avoided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111621683399420268?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111621683399420268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111621683399420268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/reacting-to-stress-stress-is-defined.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111621630946850983</id><published>2005-05-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:05:09.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did you know that stress can be good for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be surprising, but it’s true. Just as you cannot move your arm without tensing and stretching your muscles, life would be dull and uneventful without stress. It adds flavor, challenge and opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much stress, however, can seriously affect your physical and mental well being. The major challenge in the stress-filled society today is to make your stress work for you, instead of against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is with us all the time. Assignments deadline, increasing cost of living, transport and pressures from school, family are part of our modern culture filled with changes and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress affects every aspect of our lives: how we sleep, how alert and energetic we feel, how we digest our food, how we relate to others, even our mental attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When stress becomes prolonged or particularly frustrating, it can become harmful- causing ‘distresses and even physical illness such as high blood pressure, ulcers and heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, very few of us have learned what causes stress, how to recognize the signs of stress, or what can us to reduce their negative effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111621630946850983?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111621630946850983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111621630946850983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-you-know-that-stress-can-be-good.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111613018045484734</id><published>2005-05-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:09:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*learning process neglected*</title><content type='html'>“Every thing is a process. We go through the process and learn how to relate the process to the process of other things we do. We learn how to identify patterns. We learn math’s, math’s is use to understand science, science is the understanding of nature’s behavioral patterns.”People are only interested in the end results and never pay attention to the process. You do problem sums; you are only concern about the right answer. What about the concept and the understanding of how you arrive at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools and teachers are only interested in the medals that you’ve got at the SYF central judging. They are never concern about what are the problems the band faces, how the members is getting along, the barriers between one another, the problems faced by the instructor…and so on. They forced member and instructor to work like shit for that stupid piece of medal. They blame the instructor when the band couldn’t achieve the medal that they want. They never try to find out the problems and solve it. They take freelance instructor as service-providing contractors with no recognition to their contributions. They feel that they have the right to hire and fire, therefore, firing instructors whenever they cannot deliver anymore. Well, I doubt these schools would never survive when it comes to developing unity and good characters in their members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111613018045484734?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111613018045484734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111613018045484734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/learning-process-neglected.html' title='*learning process neglected*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111604171009880978</id><published>2005-05-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:35:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/20.%20coca%20cola.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/20.%20coca%20cola.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coca cola~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111604171009880978?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111604171009880978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111604171009880978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/coca-cola.html' title=''/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111604036339203025</id><published>2005-05-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:12:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*the art of scolding*</title><content type='html'>In band, I scream at my members. Quite interesting if you are good at it, just kidding la… But after a while, you kind of know when to stop, depending on the situation. The threshold of kids these days is pathetic! They are too pampered!&lt;br /&gt;There is this interesting phenomenon that I read from a book: No matter how you whack little children, so long as you do it with good intentions, they can tell and they don’t take it to heart. The next minute, they will play with you again.&lt;br /&gt;This does not apply to older kids.The technique here is to scold with good intentions, good explanations and to do it with love.&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Mr. Lam said, isn’t it?!People who knows Mr. Lam know that his teaching involve a lot of whacking. I think if anyone can survive his whacking, you can survive anywhere on earth. And I seriously think that it’s very true. For me, when I’m in band, I am very serious. But after band, I’m crazy like hell.&lt;br /&gt;My challenge is to ensure that they understand what I am scolding them for but they do not understand. Instead, they only remember the contents of the negative remarks and conclude that I’m fierce and unreasonable, a big devil.&lt;br /&gt;I guess due to their pride or insecurity, they remember me being nasty to them without finding out why I get agitated with them in the first place. The same goes to them not understanding why Mr. Lam always gets agitated during band practices. But I have to agree that excessive whacking is bad and the threshold for whacking differs from student to student. Though I thought after years, people should understand his demands and work to keep the harmony. But I was wrong. Some people are just plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head.To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the society will become more difficult to work in and live in, as people of the next generation will have very bad attitude that they will not be able to withstand hardships and are totally inconsiderate towards one another to fight for their selfish desire. They will be ignorant of their individual duties within a community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111604036339203025?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111604036339203025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111604036339203025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-of-scolding.html' title='*the art of scolding*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111595381881655050</id><published>2005-05-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:10:18.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*greetings make life happier*</title><content type='html'>I never understood this but have slowly come to accept the fact that we cannot please everybody. I just need to keep trying my best to do well. Incidentally, I realized that we need to have more courage and bravery to do well. Just fending the accusations and gossip can rive you mad. People criticize and jab you from behind, make things impossible for you out of malignant intentions and watch you suffer. I still think they do not know me and I need to do more to help them know me.&lt;br /&gt;From the fundamentals of music, I learnt about the basics of living. Then as I grew, I learnt the finer aspect of Arts and life. When we talk about Fine Arts, we usually refer to Arts that require a bit of prior knowledge to appreciate. Many people who are not into them always condemn them. They feel that it’s expensive and unfriendly. How? We too need to study about life in order to understand it. Fine Life! Ha!Look around your environment and feel how cold people are. If you can feel it, please join in to promote greeting. People in general are too preoccupied with things to do, and end up that they are not aware of things and people around them. There are people who are shy and some are just plain snobbish and stuck up! We cannot do anything to them but we can try to cut down the number by not behaving like them.&lt;br /&gt;Life is colorful and we have to love it to the fullest. If you don’t go out and try, you never know what is good and what is bad. A little fall now and then becomes fun. You win some, you lose some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111595381881655050?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111595381881655050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111595381881655050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/greetings-make-life-happier.html' title='*greetings make life happier*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111586239181878371</id><published>2005-05-11T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:46:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Live graciously*</title><content type='html'>The reason of Band is a community thing- people coming together to play instruments for enjoyment and entertaining their contemporaries. It has evolved into an art form where great works have been written for bands.&lt;br /&gt;As music lovers, we can’t be biased about the music. We have to study the style and cultural background music. Band people can achieve religious understanding and be unbiased sooner than the rest of the world. In fact, the teaching of artistic expressions is to create a more appreciative person, a person who can be more aware of his environment. We call him a cultured person and he lives graciously.&lt;br /&gt;Think! Won’t you want to be a more gracious person? Well, you have to start practicing now.&lt;br /&gt;I read this from the book:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that there is this big tree. A group of people gathers around it. Their ages are from 3 to 80 years old.&lt;br /&gt;The small kid says: “I enjoy playing under the tree and watching the birds on it.”The teenager says: “I will cut the tree down when I am stronger.”The adult gets his axe ready to cut the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The retiree says: “Why cut the tree when we can enjoy the shade?”Then the Ah Kong says, “Why bother? I will not live any longer to see what will happen to the tree.”We’ve to understand the purpose of the tree. Through education, we know that the tree is perfect for it belongs to nature. It provides shade for everyone, even a place for the dogs to pee… Understand its function, appreciate its beauty… Be the TREE!&lt;br /&gt;If you are the tree, you will be able to hear the group of people with different ideas about you. You just have to be neutral and continue to serve and function as you were intended to. Just accept nature, we can learn from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111586239181878371?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111586239181878371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111586239181878371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/live-graciously.html' title='*Live graciously*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111580250888054445</id><published>2005-05-11T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:08:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*my blog*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog is an account of thought and experiences that I have gone through for the last eight years of life, mostly in band. I have so many friends in my life that came and went- people who are very dear to me and helped me understand the wonderful things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Through band, the people there, especially the teachers had enriched my life all these years and I’ve learnt from them. I saw this on a book, “if you want to be good, stay good. If you want to be bad, you go all the way.” I will respect you for your stand.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the band for seven whole years, since the day when Mrs. Rajah brought me into NTPS band. I wasn’t a very good trumpeter and needed more improvement, that’s why I’m still learning now.&lt;br /&gt;There are many band instructors who I have knew through band, but special thanks to the following: Mr. Wong for entrusting me with tasks to help him out, for his help in many aspects of my life in band and his concerns of my playing skills. Mr. Lam for his truthfulness. &lt;br /&gt;I had good and bad experiences all these years and I’m thankful that they happened to me to help me grow. Especially NTPS band, it really developed the sense of belonging in me. Up till now, I’m still going back to help out. Sad to say that it’s difficult for me to identify myself in Quest band, as there is no sense of belonging. I was just attached to all my band mates and conductor. I don’t suppose I spend so much time on any academic activity before. Therefore, the band influences me a lot hence resulting in what I am now and I’m thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Music is also an art form that is derived from the appreciation of our lives. Learning from the good and bad, nice and ugly things around us that makes us has a better understanding of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111580250888054445?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111580250888054445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111580250888054445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-blog.html' title='*my blog*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111572654958762249</id><published>2005-05-10T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T05:02:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*zoo, zoo and more zoo!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hohoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?! i went to the mandai zoo today lah~&lt;br /&gt;with tracy,stephanie,yu wei,bihan, faiza&lt;br /&gt;and my niece from china(but she's older than me).&lt;br /&gt;yup.. so here we go..&lt;br /&gt;to the zoo, zoo, zoo..&lt;br /&gt;yeah~!! woOooO hOoooOOo~~&lt;br /&gt;wow! i was there since i was in primary school..&lt;br /&gt;feels so different from last time..&lt;br /&gt;it seems cleaner, i guess.. and fresher.. (",)&lt;br /&gt;last time, i was holding a water bottle with lots of snacks.. this time, i was there with food in a huge bag, my digicam and tripod.. cool huh..&lt;br /&gt;we saw animals like monkeys, elephants, lions, tigers, snakes, penguins, kangaroos, komodo dragons, crocodiles, leopard, hippo, polar bear, camels and so many more..&lt;br /&gt;when we went into this enclosure near the snake category, goodness.. bi han screaming scare everyone out of their wits lah.. there's was nothing there lor.. and she got freaked out by her own illusions (god, she's going to kill me if she's reading this).. but it was fun lah.. i seems to be braver today.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and when we were at the elephant area, there's this 2 animals that looks like monkeys jumping around and they really freaked the girls out, especially bi han.. hahaha.. tracy and i were cool about it.. yea.. i even touched it man.. so furby.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;though it rained, we still did enjoyed ourselves lah.. it would have been better if it didn't rained.. but yea.. no regrets.. great fun.. and lots of photo.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i am really tired now..&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog soon when i have interesting stuff..&lt;br /&gt;take care and i love u guys~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111572654958762249?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111572654958762249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111572654958762249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minyen.blogspot.com/2005/05/zoo-zoo-and-more-zoo.html' title='*zoo, zoo and more zoo!*'/><author><name>y3n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786884188569445523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7970348.post-111572481186083385</id><published>2005-05-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T04:33:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/320/30.%20zoo%20trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5174/200/30.%20zoo%20trip.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day at the mandai zoo... with tracy, steph, yu wei, bi han, faiza and chen ping...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>happy mothers' day..&lt;br /&gt;my mum argh.. gave her earrings but forgot that she can only wear real gold.. wasted man.. cos the semi-precious stone is nice.. but.. too bad.. since it's mothers' day, let's talk about my mum.. my mum is a short lady with fair skin.. short hair and she wears specs.. hmm.. she doesn't wear black specs like me lah.. lol.. she nags at me all the time because i am very lazy.. you can guess it isn't it?! and she isn't good with her words, just like me.. therefore, this always causes misunderstandings and conflicts between us.. being a rebellious and stubborn kid like my dad.. my mum scolds me alot.. she always get mad at me for the slightest stuff.. yea.. u can roughly guess how strained our relationship is.. but.. when she's nice.. she's really nice.. however, we do not really talked often.. seriously, she's a good wife.. i guess she really loves my dad.. even though my dad has all the bad habits like smoking, drinking, even betting in the past, she stayed by his side.. though she always squabbles with my dad, but i can feel the love that she has for him.. and i actually could say that she loves him more than me.. i am not being jealous here.. yah.. she might not be a good mother, but she's a good wife.. well, for my dad, he loves me more than my mum.. he's a good dad but not a good husband though.. it's sad, isn't it? my mum always say,"find a husband who loves you more than you loves him. only then you would happy and blissfully married." but no matter what, now that my thinking has matured.. i would do my best to control my temper and compromise with my mum.. i would do what i can to be a good daughter,,  hope that it isn't too late.. wish me luck.. people out there.. strained relationship?! gotta fix it before it's too late.. no one knows what will happen tommorrow.. don't regret when it's too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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about....-</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about how many people call you&lt;br /&gt;and it's not about who you've dated,&lt;br /&gt;are dating or haven't dated at all.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about who you've kissed,&lt;br /&gt;what sport you play,&lt;br /&gt;or which guy or girl likes you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about your shoes or your hair&lt;br /&gt;or the colour of your skin or&lt;br /&gt;where you live or go to school.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes,&lt;br /&gt;or colleges that accept you or not.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about if you have lots of friends,&lt;br /&gt;or if you are alone,&lt;br /&gt;and it's not about how accepted&lt;br /&gt;or unaccepted you are,&lt;br /&gt;Life just isn't about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt&lt;br /&gt;.It's about how you feel about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's about trust, happiness and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;It's about sticking up for your friends&lt;br /&gt;and replacing inner hate with love.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about avoiding jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;overcoming ignorance&lt;br /&gt;and building confidence.&lt;br /&gt;It's about what you say and what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's about seeing people for who they are&lt;br /&gt;and not what they have.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life&lt;br /&gt;to touch someone else's in a way&lt;br /&gt;that could never have been acheived otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;These choices are what life's about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7970348-111547663161383043?l=minyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111547663161383043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7970348/posts/default/111547663161383043'/><link rel='alternate' 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