<?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-34121502</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:38.319+08:00</updated><category term='my dear friend'/><category term='busy busy'/><category term='attachment'/><category term='cny is coming =D'/><category term='damn freaking tired.'/><category term='happy birthday to my bro'/><category term='phones'/><category term='random-ness'/><category term='time is all i need'/><category term='time.time.time'/><category term='-a-n-g-r-y-'/><category term='i love my mommy'/><category term='happy 18th bday.'/><category term='to my sis: happy belated birthday.'/><category term='self-motivation'/><category term='once 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term='a day without laughter is a day wasted. constant reminder.'/><category term='wohoo.'/><category term='=)'/><category term='recap and wishlist'/><category term='haha. funny.'/><category term='irritated'/><category term='just randomly'/><category term='the meaning of life?'/><category term='我的心情是呼没那么沉重了。'/><category term='gonner'/><category term='when things change for the better something bad must happened before that.'/><category term='thanks folks'/><category term='FARK YOU'/><category term='where has the feeling of success gone to?'/><category term='when can i smile happily again?'/><category term='my shoes=))'/><category term='sick'/><category term='你放弃了吗?'/><title type='text'>The tale you will keep by your side when you are lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-9025973283307719312</id><published>2008-10-30T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:34:57.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>not working today</title><content type='html'>it took me a long time before i was logged into my own homepage.&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot the password, you see...&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem for not blogging too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be thinking how come am blogging at 2.48pm on a non-public holiday, where i'm supposed to be slogging my heart and brain juice out at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it must be i'm feeling bored at work?&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazing away at my desk?&lt;br /&gt;or......&lt;br /&gt;i skipped work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, all of the above are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a good and hardworking intern =x&lt;br /&gt;why would i laze my time away or skipped work. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tooked mc today.&lt;br /&gt;am down with sore throat, flu and slight asthma.&lt;br /&gt;terrible terrible and terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously speaking...&lt;br /&gt;i think i fall in love with the job there or at least the 2 teams i am in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice colleagues and bosses&lt;br /&gt;with them feeding me with cakes, crackers, drinks almost every hour. (i'm super fat now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent learning environment&lt;br /&gt;i never know there's so many types of interest rate products available and are used for different purposes.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be learning FX and Equity in months to come, since i will be moving from teams to teams within my department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have my reservations about going over to equity.&lt;br /&gt;given the present economy, all are rushing to hedge their position, thus the Equity team are having super high volumes now.&lt;br /&gt;i've keep mixing up call and put options back in school alr. so how am i going to understand theirs, given their level of complexity. but i'll try though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to conqure FX! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;from what i've observe so far, there's no office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro is having o lvl now.&lt;br /&gt;but why do i see him feeling so relax?&lt;br /&gt;i don't remb feeling so nonchalant when i study for o's.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, still hope he score well in his o's.&lt;br /&gt;All the best bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, daddy's back from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wonder what gift he bought for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling sleepy alr, must be the medicine taking effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-9025973283307719312?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/9025973283307719312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/9025973283307719312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-working-today.html' title='not working today'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-791899279738151057</id><published>2008-09-30T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:38:56.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy 18th bday.'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to my sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/SOMmpnYRvZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a-1rGz2Gvpo/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252084086831431058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/SOMmpnYRvZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a-1rGz2Gvpo/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th brithday to my sis!&lt;br /&gt;wish everything goes smoothly for you in whatever you do (:&lt;br /&gt;so how does it feels to be 18? Great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry that i forgot your present.&lt;br /&gt;been really busy with the internship.&lt;br /&gt;with all the "financial crisis" that happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like finally we can go enroll for driving this sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-791899279738151057?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/791899279738151057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/791899279738151057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/09/dedicated-to-my-sis.html' title='Dedicated to my sis'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/SOMmpnYRvZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a-1rGz2Gvpo/s72-c/IMG_3145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-6824665522331995975</id><published>2008-09-14T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:20:28.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slpslp'/><title type='text'>randomly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/SM0mtDjLdrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Fu_D5BQH26k/s1600-h/DSC02423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245891696445322930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/SM0mtDjLdrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Fu_D5BQH26k/s320/DSC02423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the photos that i like the most :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time do pass very quickly before anyone took notice of it.&lt;br /&gt;it just seems like yesterday that i had completed my o's.&lt;br /&gt;it also just seems like yesterday that i were a freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually 2 and a 1/2 year had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waha! i can't wait for graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the first week of internship, i have my reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people at your working place can really make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly no more answeing of calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just when i like it there, the department that i am under is doing a re-shuffeling starting from tmr onwards.&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues are all re-grouped under different avp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i followed the same avp for the first 7 weeks (left 4 more weeks to go), rotated (for the next 7 weeks) under another avp and the last 7 weeks to another team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bascially, i'm like learning everything and anything from everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a good experience of back office and good for my periodic and final report.&lt;br /&gt;at least there's something to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian...&lt;br /&gt;after the re-shuffle, my colleague cannot accompany me home alr.&lt;br /&gt;no one to talk to during the long mrt journey home =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks. results will be releasing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;shit. i have the feeling that i will do badly. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i always hate monday.&lt;br /&gt;you know... monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i don't know what's the purpose of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;just updating for the sake of updating i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tmr morning will be another fierce mrt ride; yet again. yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6824665522331995975?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6824665522331995975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6824665522331995975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomly.html' title='randomly'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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lunch area getting more and more expensive for each attachment? bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meishan!&lt;br /&gt;why you not working apac hours! =( sobsob.&lt;br /&gt;if not you can accompany me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously speaking, i'm abit afraid this time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried that my supervisor won't like me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried that my supervisor is meanie.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last attachment was different. everyone's together. at least we can look out for each other.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what daryl says; new environment. new learning place. good experience. just do your part and that shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, feel like typing in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于，考完试了。（我还是敖过了这一个礼拜。）&lt;br /&gt;终于，放假了。&lt;br /&gt;终于，在未来的6个月也不用再考试了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好担心也好害怕investment paper 会fail. （我很不想迟一年毕业哦。）&lt;br /&gt;好担心这一次会考不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果真是这样，终觉得好对不起爸妈哦。&lt;br /&gt;浪费了他们的钱。&lt;br /&gt;辜负了他们对我的期望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前一阵子还每天三根半夜才到家，不到林晨5-6点还真不会回到家。&lt;br /&gt;想想，真得很不像话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它真的好奇妙。&lt;br /&gt;越想忘了它，但偏偏说什么也忘不掉， 忘不了。&lt;br /&gt;妈妈说，居然忘不了就不要忘。&lt;br /&gt;因为它将会成为你就好的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;让它陪你一起成长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我觉得时间会慢慢地冲淡一却。&lt;br /&gt;我会忘记。我想他也吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，我不否定它真的好棒。&lt;br /&gt;就好像做了个好梦。&lt;br /&gt;让人失去原有的原则。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来得太突然&lt;br /&gt;说来就来，让人一点准备也没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去的比闪电还快&lt;br /&gt;一声不响就走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若不是这样，也许就不会哪么难过。&lt;br /&gt;我一直以为我们是有话不说的好朋友。（是有话不说还是无话不说？忘了）&lt;br /&gt;但令方好像不是那么想，才会演变成今天这种局面。&lt;br /&gt;就终成为了一位擦肩而过的陌生人罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，我还是会把你当成朋友看待。&lt;br /&gt;我会感谢上帝让我遇见你，也会感谢你给予这段短占的快乐。&lt;br /&gt;我想这是我想逃也逃不掉，打死都必定要遇到你，让我成长。&lt;br /&gt;让我看清人丑陋的一面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再见了，这位擦肩而过的陌生人。=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5777118869957482107?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5777118869957482107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5777118869957482107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='真的放下了'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4448570572892204666</id><published>2008-07-26T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:03:56.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks folks'/><title type='text'>thousands and millions of thanks</title><content type='html'>i have decided that i will never ever waste my time on blogging when i'm unhappy or angry =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mark a start, i have millions and billions of thank you to say to 4 people and a group in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PENNY QUEK ZI NING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thank you for being my best buddy for like almost 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;i know that you must have been pretty much immune to my temper and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate the time we spent together and you being there for me when i'm at my lowest or sharing my joys with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! and the nightmare that i give you when i was with han wei. wahaha! i bet you felt so like =.="(dah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, thank you for always reminding me that i am still an achiever and not an under-achiever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we are alike in someway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe we do unknowingly influence each other in some ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i felt that i'm beginning to lose myself since after secondary school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i being to not understand myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but it was you who make me realised who i really am each and every time i fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's like each time when i fall, you pushed me even further, so that i fall even harder and then with your helping hand, give me the strength to balance myself better and stand even stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;indeed, it’s easy to make new friends. but hard to find friends that are able to relate so closely to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming....&lt;br /&gt;and you know i'll always freak out during this period.&lt;br /&gt;it’s like i have the before exams personality; i'll become really quiet, moody, sian and shut myself from the outside world (which is currently what i'm feeling now)&lt;br /&gt;and after exams personality; i'll be super-hyper and noisy. waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, thank you for listening to me keep saying that i'm the most blissful person in the world&lt;br /&gt;(you know what i'm talking about right? haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you now so ever confidently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, it's not going to happen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEN YI TENG!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;though i don't know you well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but somehow i felt that we have known each other like years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i really mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really appreciate it when you are there to listen and console me when i had a quarrel with kenny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;come to think about it, i don't know what i'm angry about too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to come to the bottom of it, it's all but just a small matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i guess in years to come i find it just a joke and have a good laugh over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh ya! really appreciates with you being willing to share your troubles with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hope you do feel better after having sorted it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last but not least, we still have not go shopping together yet! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOO ZHEN YU MARCUS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're like the first person i know in my life that has the same surname as me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr foo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess our surname is just too special =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe a thousand years back we really were one family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and probably that's the reasons why i could relate to you so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're just like my little brother that's why i always like to disturb you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but of course, i mean no harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways, thanks for your advice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jia you for the competition tmr! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONN CHIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you remind me so much like my elder brother; someone whom i'm comfortable with and like to be around but i can only see him like once every year now. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of your actions,&lt;br /&gt;both of your facial expressions,&lt;br /&gt;the way both of you talks,&lt;br /&gt;the late nights,&lt;br /&gt;the crazy driving,&lt;br /&gt;the way both of you plays mahjong,&lt;br /&gt;the soccer madness, resembles so much like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i can't help but to mistook you as him; an elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;waha! which is why i can and am always like a spoiled kid when with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only difference is that my elder brother always left me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;thank for showing me where all the good foods are hidden.&lt;br /&gt;thanks sending me home everytime. i know petrol is expensive now!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reminding me that its time for me to learn to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping me in some of my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for always being so sian.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm tired and my mind's always seems to be pre-occupied with exams nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm tired, i will have headache and my head will start spinning, then i can't think when i talk.&lt;br /&gt;so in case i'll start talking rubbish, i'll keep my mouth shut =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do appreciate the time when we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;laugh out hearts out like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;acting the mentos commercials.&lt;br /&gt;having fun.&lt;br /&gt;no exams. no stress. only holidays and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;i guess only when i with you guys am i able to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;the true me.&lt;br /&gt;no need to watch my attitude. to check my temper.&lt;br /&gt;just being comfortably me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do feel contented and in love with my life now =)&lt;br /&gt;maybe not for the exams part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4448570572892204666?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4448570572892204666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4448570572892204666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/07/thousands-and-millions-of-thanks.html' title='thousands and millions of thanks'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-8882340976242872937</id><published>2008-07-10T04:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:09:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-8882340976242872937?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8882340976242872937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8882340976242872937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously-im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2425031788300459106</id><published>2008-05-15T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:58:42.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusted'/><title type='text'>disgusted</title><content type='html'>so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am merely asking on what to do to clarify my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;is there something wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, you did msg me ytd at 1am plus.&lt;br /&gt;but i was sleeping from 5pm till 10am the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;its not like i don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;but how?&lt;br /&gt;okay, so its my fault to sleep from 5pm till morning.&lt;br /&gt;so doing work at 1am, wee hours is nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wrong!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i miss out the night before, i thought maybe i can do it today.&lt;br /&gt;yup, i did my part.&lt;br /&gt;i ask both of you, but none replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it should be done together since we are supposed to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end u never even bother to give a reply and went offline.&lt;br /&gt;so what's the different between the guys not wanting to discuss things with us and the time someone sabotage you by not telling you what to do? fp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so i appeared offline after i've done my part.&lt;br /&gt;bathe and come back to shut down my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;but you re-appeared online.&lt;br /&gt;so am i supposed to think that you had purposely ignored me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later am i supposed to hear that you guys do till late at night?&lt;br /&gt;so that i feel so guilty on only doing a little (and i'm not even sure if i done it correctly) when i tried to ask you guys what to do and &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BOTHERED&lt;/strong&gt; to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you are thinking "we did so much and over here you are blogging shit, making youself sounded as if we're at fault but actually it's you who are at fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry if you dislike the way i phrase it or it makes you guys feel unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;but i think that's not at all overboard.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed, unhappy but not angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2425031788300459106?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2425031788300459106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2425031788300459106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/05/disgusted.html' title='disgusted'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2826426607809897726</id><published>2008-04-12T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:11:28.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>no more attachment!</title><content type='html'>let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my whole attachment, i have mc for 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;so sad right.&lt;br /&gt;i rather work than to have asthma relapse.&lt;br /&gt;been so long since the last one.&lt;br /&gt;guess i have to go regularize my swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most sad thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a report to write and finished up the fortnightly report that i have not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school reopening on monday.&lt;br /&gt;am really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;after this whole attachment my mind is set.&lt;br /&gt;i confirm guarantee will go university, be it in sg or overseas uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was one tedious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hrs of OT, lucky we got paid, 2 pairs of movie tickets, in total of 4 additional hrs of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but i still think these 2 pair of movie tickets is not enough to compensate the additional 4 hrs work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end work at 7pm instead of 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;do follow-up till almost 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i just remb i miss out 1 cm's follow-up! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit! have to tell anna abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else the nxt cpo have to clean my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of work! i actually miss vivien's laughter.&lt;br /&gt;she's such a jovial person and her laughter is so contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm... at least will be meeting up with the CFTs later =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan! don't be sad. u can always ask andrea for the no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wahaha! u know what i'm talking abt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupeng! don't be sad too. u can always take up part-time to see your edison. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;norman! don't be sad three. u can always look up for clover anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me...&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i want to be a temp over there.&lt;br /&gt;yes definitly, its gd money. ppl there are nice but the job scope just sux to the core.&lt;br /&gt;esp after ytd... 2 nasty LAST calls just before 7pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2826426607809897726?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2826426607809897726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2826426607809897726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-attachment.html' title='no more attachment!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2177872695989600656</id><published>2008-04-05T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:08:07.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-a-n-g-r-y-'/><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>yes, i am here to scold ppl again.&lt;br /&gt;don't come asking me why my blog is always scolding ppl when the answer is so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM UNHAPPY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't like then don't read la.&lt;br /&gt;you can always click at the red box at the top right hand corner to exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else what for will i want to dirty and stain my blog with unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;you think i'm so free everyday? just to find fault in somebody then kick up a fuss &amp;amp; be angry?&lt;br /&gt;i am not so FREEEEEEEEEEE PLEASEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts my health to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still am so damn bu shuang today.&lt;br /&gt;everything just went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i scolded one customer, not literally scolding, just that i use that bu shuang tone and cut her sentences mid-way. i hope she dies in hong kong now. or she meets an airplane crash on her way to sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i am not someone whom you can come mess up my whole beautiful day and leave just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forget that you are that duplicitous sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask for help and i expect some help because you said okay.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't wish to help me just tell me no.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not someone who cannot take a NO as an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me who am i talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm talking abt you then that's you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are not going to be happy when you saw this.&lt;br /&gt;i am nowhere happier than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2177872695989600656?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2177872695989600656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2177872695989600656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1412462856824914867</id><published>2008-03-31T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:13:49.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on leave'/><title type='text'>on leave</title><content type='html'>i skip work today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not excatly skip work.&lt;br /&gt;i was sick, but not excatly sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is diarrhoea counted as sick?&lt;br /&gt;aiya, to me is la.&lt;br /&gt;try going in and out of e toliet every few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;can die, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling weak all over.&lt;br /&gt;head was spinning like hell.&lt;br /&gt;feel like vomiting and can almost faint on e spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway all e more e better.&lt;br /&gt;went to consult a doc.&lt;br /&gt;gotten mc for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't have to report for work.&lt;br /&gt;mon, call volume are too high.&lt;br /&gt;so we literally keep answering calls after calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate answering phone calls now.&lt;br /&gt;arrghhh! who e hell invented telephone???!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-1412462856824914867?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1412462856824914867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1412462856824914867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-leave.html' title='on leave'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-6465987063732205502</id><published>2008-03-23T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:18:00.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment'/><title type='text'>hello people</title><content type='html'>hello to all out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that i had not blog in don't know how many donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;all the same have not been online in don't know how many centuries alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee that it will be a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;i do appreciate you people taking the time to finish reading =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penny going aust today.&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage! have great fun over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given this time, i guess she's alr on board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with her ytd at sushi tei.&lt;br /&gt;talk alot abt her attachment, my attachment and how picky our mouth become when it comes to food after one whole tiring work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it pretty much boils down to which perspective you are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from workload point of view, there's pros and cons:&lt;br /&gt;first, i have lots of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;i have to kill so many cards calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate answering phone calls and wearing headset now.&lt;br /&gt;i hate answering calls from women.&lt;br /&gt;esp those women in their mid 30's onwards.&lt;br /&gt;probably due to their menopause.&lt;br /&gt;they are nasty and unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i beginning to find that all voices sounds the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer differentiate whose voice belong to whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however on the other hand, i have got to admit that i do learn alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i now know the reasons why people can become bankrupt due to credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, they have busted their credit limit.&lt;br /&gt;and even more obviously, they don't know the trap of credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've encountered with this call.&lt;br /&gt;he told me his sad story.i do empathies with him.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.my heart really goes out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do anything to help him.&lt;br /&gt;i am not empowered to manage his a/c.&lt;br /&gt;i don't govern MAS you know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one who set down all banking regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only thing i could do is to feel sorry for him and remind myself not do sign up for any credit cards in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;advise to all... please do know all the credit cards functions and their traps before applying credit cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm sure you guys would hate going through all the phone procedures of other banks' call centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when problem arises,&lt;br /&gt;then kicking up a big fuss to those poor CPOs over there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying 'i wasn't told this and that at time of application'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where in the 1st place you could have open your mouth and ask to clarify doubts.&lt;br /&gt;instead of being a typical cheapo going gaga over attractive gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i do love the environment at citiphone.&lt;br /&gt;all the staffs there are so friendly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;majority of them are ngee ann students.&lt;br /&gt;even our supervisor cum trainer is from np herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get along really well with those new hirers who attended the training with us.&lt;br /&gt;majority of the new hirers are also from np. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's isn't like any office politics there.&lt;br /&gt;so i think it’s pretty much a good working environment.&lt;br /&gt;pay is gd. environment is also gd. what more could one ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe only the expectation is abit too high which mount up to pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but however, i concluded that i am seriously in love with the people over there.though i only know a few of the experienced staffs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks have gone.&lt;br /&gt;these 4 hectic and tedious weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;got pissed by some irritating customers.&lt;br /&gt;angry over some personal issues.&lt;br /&gt;have to pretend to be nice and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing abt being a CPO is that all CPOs have serious split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we scold, we curse, we act nice, we act helpful, we sound all nice on e phone and after that devil return, possess our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the other hand i have also concluded that i won't want to go back for 6 mths attachment over there.had enough of all sort of unreasonable customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! yupeng (gillian)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you will hate me for this.&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw edison on thurs when i went to pick up my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, too bad you are not there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he recognize me!&lt;br /&gt;i thought he will just pretend not to see me and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;this shows that he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you shld consider. WAHAHAHA!  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo time...&lt;br /&gt;my 1st 2 weeks of attachment photo diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4Q2XpYNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cOMEpHhbv84/s1600-h/DSC03960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819914715914450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4Q2XpYNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cOMEpHhbv84/s320/DSC03960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a thick file to be complete in 1 week time.&lt;br /&gt;we have another black file, just as thick to complete on the 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42WXpYZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CgZCbLuvtRA/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820558961009042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42WXpYZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CgZCbLuvtRA/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the training class. we were having one of the many breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lmXpYVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YRzloOZlDsA/s1600-h/DSC00849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820271198200146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lmXpYVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YRzloOZlDsA/s320/DSC00849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from our training room, we see the feris wheels everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it circulates like a tortise. probably 1cm per second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lGXpYSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bktM_t5px7A/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820262608265506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lGXpYSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bktM_t5px7A/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what's mel doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4RWXpYRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bkm_IweEdVg/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819923305849106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4RWXpYRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bkm_IweEdVg/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;landscape from below. look like thousands little toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3iWXpYMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RKW_YWwEIDY/s1600-h/DSC03964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819115851997378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3iWXpYMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RKW_YWwEIDY/s320/DSC03964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the cue that we were given.&lt;br /&gt;by presenting this, we can collect our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42GXpYXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Bhk1D3vHPI0/s1600-h/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820554666041714" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42GXpYXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Bhk1D3vHPI0/s320/DSC00901.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the baby pool.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, all of us slacking, listening to ethel and eugene cold jokes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42WXpYYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HUHFh8Ecl4A/s1600-h/DSC00879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820558961009026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42WXpYYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HUHFh8Ecl4A/s320/DSC00879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like couple immerse in a conversation huh.&lt;br /&gt;yupeng: "oh that's great, so that's where we are going tonight?" =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4l2XpYWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SF0cQ3s_ZLk/s1600-h/DSC00853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820275493167458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4l2XpYWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SF0cQ3s_ZLk/s320/DSC00853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meishan: "thank you, i'm very pretty i know." =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X42GXpYXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Bhk1D3vHPI0/s1600-h/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3hmXpYKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ma8odaYo0ig/s1600-h/DSC03969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819102967095458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3hmXpYKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ma8odaYo0ig/s320/DSC03969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our food during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3hGXpYJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JiiKplKITjA/s1600-h/DSC03970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819094377160850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3hGXpYJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JiiKplKITjA/s320/DSC03970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norman aka ace aka taylor and meishan aka chantelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lWXpYTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_uNFhzJa95U/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820266903232818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lWXpYTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_uNFhzJa95U/s320/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work. we are happy when clock hits 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lWXpYUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jRNlxfEnXzc/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180820266903232834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4lWXpYUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jRNlxfEnXzc/s320/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work. we are too happy to even voice out our happniess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4Q2XpYOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CnhNFxvkThs/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819914715914466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4Q2XpYOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CnhNFxvkThs/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work at suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4RGXpYPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qh5yVcNq2fc/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819919010881778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4RGXpYPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qh5yVcNq2fc/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3g2XpYII/AAAAAAAAAUA/CN0xFVI3N5c/s1600-h/DSC03971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180819090082193538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X3g2XpYII/AAAAAAAAAUA/CN0xFVI3N5c/s320/DSC03971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucnh hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right folks, that's all for now. my mom calling me for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;shall spare your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6465987063732205502?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6465987063732205502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6465987063732205502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-people.html' title='hello people'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R-X4Q2XpYNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cOMEpHhbv84/s72-c/DSC03960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-6962095363740466439</id><published>2008-02-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:11:02.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny is coming =D'/><title type='text'>2 more days to cny</title><content type='html'>hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is chinese new year eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually during this time of the year i will help my mom clean up the house.&lt;br /&gt;then await for new year to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can wear new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;see all my aunts and uncles, cousins, nephews and neices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;why must exams fall after new year?&lt;br /&gt;i remb last year, i was still gloating away at TP students having to do their exams after new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be the retribution for laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;big THANKS to those who had wished me for my birthday =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6962095363740466439?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6962095363740466439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6962095363740466439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-more-days-to-cny.html' title='2 more days to cny'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-6521719046872478587</id><published>2008-01-31T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:46:00.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday to my bro'/><title type='text'>can't think of a title now</title><content type='html'>i saw this photo on bel's blog and had a bad scare.&lt;br /&gt;this photo nearly scares me till i can faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look carefully! what can you see?&lt;br /&gt;that is, beside the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R6H3e69__8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QKCXFZeEWlY/s1600-h/cjvhkb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161678758540738498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R6H3e69__8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QKCXFZeEWlY/s320/cjvhkb_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see it? there's a face beside me. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its not what u think it is.&lt;br /&gt;it's actually bel's face.&lt;br /&gt;the photo was edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to my bro.&lt;br /&gt;16 years old alr, having o lvl this year. must work hard!&lt;br /&gt;and can you stop using the computer till late at night and playing so many computer games?! its bad for your eyes and health!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! one more thing. stop hog-ging on to the phone!&lt;br /&gt;and i know your secret. u better beg me not to leak your secret out to our parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6521719046872478587?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6521719046872478587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6521719046872478587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-think-of-title-now.html' title='can&apos;t think of a title now'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R6H3e69__8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QKCXFZeEWlY/s72-c/cjvhkb_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-7500109436435735385</id><published>2008-01-28T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:16:11.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>random-ness</title><content type='html'>yesterday, a relapse of sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;only the start of 2008 and i'm down with sore throat thrice.&lt;br /&gt;so i am expecting good luck to be coming after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random but...&lt;br /&gt;new year is just round the corner, in less than 2 weeks, and i have only bought 1 set of clothes for new year.&lt;br /&gt;just not in the new year mood this year.&lt;br /&gt;imagine having exams straight after new year.&lt;br /&gt;it's a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that made me happy though.&lt;br /&gt;i am not beating the drum for the coming competition.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm up to it.&lt;br /&gt;the lack of practice just makes me feel so unsecured and not at all confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never understand last minute work/practice.&lt;br /&gt;same as i never like people messing my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time=money.&lt;br /&gt;i don't waste money, so i don't waste my time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, maybe sometimes i do idle my time away =X ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to lead and neither do i like others to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;i like doing things according to my wishes, no restriction. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 25th Feb all the way to 12th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to citibank at millenia tower.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea where on earth this place is and neither had i heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;and its so shitty i have got to work on sat too.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will suffocate just by entering into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't like having attachment at citibank, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay maybe a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know? okay, you don't know what i mean and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to explain myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered about the philosophy of life?&lt;br /&gt;wonder about why the personality of each human differ?&lt;br /&gt;and why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why some people are:&lt;br /&gt;-such a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;-a bitch calling others bitch?&lt;br /&gt;-a betrayer?&lt;br /&gt;-a betrayer calling others betrayer?&lt;br /&gt;-a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;-a hypocrite calling others hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so kind by nature?&lt;br /&gt;-so gentle?&lt;br /&gt;-so well-mannered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who is very pretty or good looking, but have a ugly inners (heart).&lt;br /&gt;why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who is pretty or good looking, but have a golden heart.&lt;br /&gt;and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think God made each and everyone of us special.&lt;br /&gt;He made the good guys and the bad guys to give a balance to the world.&lt;br /&gt;i do think He is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i sound so christian-ish. that what my primary school had taught me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't blame me who is indulge in christian values for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;i remb we used to have morning chapel everyday, sing songs, prayers, memorising verses etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;and even had, once a week, 2 periods called christian value.&lt;br /&gt;i always love these 2 periods cause its akin to story-telling.&lt;br /&gt;so i will always listen to it attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's your philosophy of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but random-ness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-7500109436435735385?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7500109436435735385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7500109436435735385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-ness.html' title='random-ness'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2107789925107452874</id><published>2008-01-21T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:09:57.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time.time.time'/><title type='text'>wow.lions. wow.more time please.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i mean sat, went chu shi with joy, zenna and yiteng at chinatown, for the lighting showcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double wow! 380 plus lions.&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i seen so many lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R5ysRK9__7I/AAAAAAAAATw/RgNwFQIaXVY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188684061900722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R5ysRK9__7I/AAAAAAAAATw/RgNwFQIaXVY/s320/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it’s a sea of lions.&lt;br /&gt;am kinda amused and somewhat unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like finally! i have seen, for the very first time in my 18th years of life, the fireworks; live. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;yea, abit slow right.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! before that i saw it from the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i've seen it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also the first time i was being search by a policewoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i'm a naughty kid that gets into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;just that everyone have to be search to see if any suspicious items are brought into the area, before entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! so many first times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-open house is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-performance are done and over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-excuse letters am done with it, so are the cca points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-exams are coming up. have not yet study. (waha! i can foresee that i won't do well already.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-competition is coming soon too. (arghhh! headache! troublesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rushing coach for the storyline. (stupid mf keep rushing me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got so many things that are not yet done and there's so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time. need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.need more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if i will be granted more time when i copy and paste so many 'need more time'. =s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2107789925107452874?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2107789925107452874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2107789925107452874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/wowlions-wowmore-time-please.html' title='wow.lions. wow.more time please.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R5ysRK9__7I/AAAAAAAAATw/RgNwFQIaXVY/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-63467290813701150</id><published>2008-01-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:33:00.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap and wishlist'/><title type='text'>recap and wishlist</title><content type='html'>seems like i have been too busy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! i am not sure am busy with what.&lt;br /&gt;but just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been negligeted for some time that i doubt anyone will bother to drop by and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertherless, i'll do a re-cap of 2007 and a list of wishlist for 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is one bullet-train ride.&lt;br /&gt;vroom-vroom... and it's 2008. fast. indeed, time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is pretty much a boring year for me, but i like it this way. simple yet amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't like a hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;i like it in a planned organised way.&lt;br /&gt;i've got more time to do my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in some ways, i am force to think more maturely, to be looking at a wider picture, to be more independent instead of being over reliant on my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that towards the end of 2007, many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;good and bad, you named it.&lt;br /&gt;good for it is christmas; season of giving, received many presents.&lt;br /&gt;bad for something that shall be kept with me forever. but i swear i will acquire it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! penny! thanks for your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;byebye 2007 and welcome 2008 with open hearts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wishlist for 2008, i thought about it for awhile and found out that i am actually not greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)get my driving license by the end of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;really what. 1 wishes only and this is what my parents had promised me.&lt;br /&gt;i am considered a very good daughter, better than those who has asked their parents for this and that for their birthday right? that's shameless and it spoiled the surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 2008 hasn't been going very smoothly for me, for i am sick and during a period of time my internet was down. down on the very day before the submission of blaw project. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good things is that...&lt;br /&gt;recently, i feel that the bond with my family, especially my dad, is even stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;really, the blood really run deep within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get to know that i am the princess in my daddy's heart.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the apple in his eyes. so are my sis and bro.&lt;br /&gt;cause he told me so.&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful that i had such a marvelous daddy. i love you dad! i love my mom too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you can say that i am spoiled. but in a good way. at least i am still reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;you can considered it as a fortune being told or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;for it says that i have to watch out for 'xiao ren'.&lt;br /&gt;and i know who this 'xiao ren' is.&lt;br /&gt;right penny? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-63467290813701150?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/63467290813701150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/63467290813701150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/recap-and-wishlist.html' title='recap and wishlist'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1764521934893630607</id><published>2007-12-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:04:13.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you sux'/><title type='text'>A BIG THANK YOU TO YOU! SON OF *****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't feel like talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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SON OF *****'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-7907302697670487670</id><published>2007-12-17T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:58:53.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dear friend'/><title type='text'>for penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R2bDx41qUkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NhYXRGpRaLM/s1600-h/untitled`.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145014886155833922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R2bDx41qUkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NhYXRGpRaLM/s320/untitled%60.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;finally you are 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R2bBI41qUiI/AAAAAAAAATA/qdBpZACY9kI/s1600-h/untitledhh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145011982757941794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R2bBI41qUiI/AAAAAAAAATA/qdBpZACY9kI/s320/untitledhh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a cake for you!&lt;br /&gt;faster faster! blow the candles! they are melting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;i shall grant you three wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1)......&lt;br /&gt;2)......&lt;br /&gt;3)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make your wishes and will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how are you going to spend your brithday?&lt;br /&gt;don't dread it, just because your birthday falls on attachment day.&lt;br /&gt;look on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;birthday happens once a year, therefore its special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at the age of 18, you can do alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;but please don't do the wrong things okay.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wish you the best for everything you do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: don't forget my birthday. mine is coming soon! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ops! i forgot to post it. no wonder i can't see this entry on my blog =&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-7907302697670487670?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7907302697670487670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7907302697670487670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-penny.html' title='for penny'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/R2bDx41qUkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NhYXRGpRaLM/s72-c/untitled%60.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-2218047634933928324</id><published>2007-11-08T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:36:51.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy messy messy.'/><title type='text'>the 100th post</title><content type='html'>おはよう！おげんきですか。&lt;br /&gt;(ohayou! ogenkidesuka?)&lt;br /&gt;わたしわげんきです。&lt;br /&gt;(watashiwa genkidesu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is happy today.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know what i want in life now.&lt;br /&gt;although i took a little longer to really understand what i really want, better than those who had not realise it for their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;thus, all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk towards my dream. i'll know i'll succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayea! finally i hit the 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;took me quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, learning Japanese makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;the only think that keeps me happy now.&lt;br /&gt;so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at the all the old photos.&lt;br /&gt;much memory were brought back.&lt;br /&gt;i know i mention before in the previous entry, but i still want to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss secondary school days. (ALOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6Y2GnV7I/AAAAAAAAASA/hxN5uox3jrA/s1600-h/4e2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367861531301810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6Y2GnV7I/AAAAAAAAASA/hxN5uox3jrA/s320/4e2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- 4e2 class photo. erm, i think we all look better now =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6ZGGnV8I/AAAAAAAAASI/vU-H0cQLwA4/s1600-h/4e2+(chinese+class).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367865826269122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6ZGGnV8I/AAAAAAAAASI/vU-H0cQLwA4/s320/4e2+(chinese+class).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all our happy faces?&lt;br /&gt;i remb this was taken during graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzLBoWGnV9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lr6863C1d3s/s1600-h/4e21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130375824400668626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzLBoWGnV9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lr6863C1d3s/s320/4e21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzLBoWGnV9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/lr6863C1d3s/s1600-h/4e21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i notice something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhijuan and hermione is always beside me for every photos that were taken during graduation day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6YWGnV6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WaDt6GSEbp4/s1600-h/2005_12310050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367852941367202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6YWGnV6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WaDt6GSEbp4/s320/2005_12310050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, prom night!&lt;br /&gt;hermione is still beside me =X&lt;br /&gt;i remb alot of ppl used to say hermione and i look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we were once such a happy, innocent, simple-minded kids.&lt;br /&gt;no motive for being friends, so true to one another.&lt;br /&gt;happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during school days;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joy and i would gossip about everything.&lt;br /&gt;-play with that 照妖镜 with joy, zhi hao and joseph.&lt;br /&gt;-laugh at zhijuan's and kenneth's bickering.&lt;br /&gt;-make fun of reuben. (hope i spelled his name correctly)&lt;br /&gt;-guess what colour rubber band will zhijuan used today.&lt;br /&gt;-'fight' with jody with almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;-ask rodney to stop littering his "wanton" on my table.&lt;br /&gt;-ask yixun all sort of math questions.&lt;br /&gt;-being scolded by ms widya and ms wong.&lt;br /&gt;-listening to mr alan wong's curses.&lt;br /&gt;-making mdm pee hopping mad.&lt;br /&gt;-having teachers worrying for our o's.&lt;br /&gt;-fretting when exams are near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these momeries just make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems as fun as secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;poly life aren't as great as i imagine.&lt;br /&gt;cause things changes.&lt;br /&gt;people are more conscious. they look out for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong to be selfish. but something wrong to be overly selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that remains so ever true.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that don't change for centuries are 'changes'.&lt;br /&gt;changes live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah, i can't live in the past anymore.&lt;br /&gt;memories remind me that i once set my footprints there.&lt;br /&gt;with those memories, its enough to keep me move forward.&lt;br /&gt;so from now on, i will work my way towards the future.&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk towards my goals.&lt;br /&gt;i won't turn around to take a look anymore neither will i slow down.&lt;br /&gt;those who can't catch up will be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;that's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suddenly feel like going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;away from all torubles.&lt;br /&gt;away from people like her.&lt;br /&gt;this is so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's 2 person;A and B.&lt;br /&gt;A and B are so called good friends.&lt;br /&gt;A let B know everthing, all good stuffs A will share with B.&lt;br /&gt;but according to B's testimonial; "A been doing something evilish behind B.&lt;br /&gt;somehow B becomes aware."&lt;br /&gt;B tells C. but should C really believe B? is it what B had claim it to be? is B telling the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a plot of A and B, since they are so scheming?&lt;br /&gt;if i am C, i would not trust both A and B.&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my cool. listen and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'll never will trust anyone anmore, maybe to some it will be an exception."&lt;br /&gt;ignornace is sometimes a bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2218047634933928324?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2218047634933928324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2218047634933928324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/100th-post.html' title='the 100th post'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RzK6Y2GnV7I/AAAAAAAAASA/hxN5uox3jrA/s72-c/4e2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-4340259211919475169</id><published>2007-11-05T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:07:01.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='我的心情是呼没那么沉重了。'/><title type='text'>华语</title><content type='html'>不知道这么搞的&lt;br /&gt;突然好想用华语来写这篇文章&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许心情不是很好吧&lt;br /&gt;也可能是那一丝的怀念吧&lt;br /&gt;究竟是什么我也說不上来&lt;br /&gt;终觉得好累 没心情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想了很多......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的未来 我应该要怎么走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我舐呼好像对banking and finincial services 没什么兴趣&lt;br /&gt;也许是累了&lt;br /&gt;人心茫茫 明争暗斗 小人 就是这些人吧使我突然觉得好累好累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是回头想想&lt;br /&gt;都已经过了大概两年了 想后悔也来不及了&lt;br /&gt;况且为了小人而赶到累 真的很不值得&lt;br /&gt;我不想浪费我的时间 我爸妈的金钱&lt;br /&gt;跟不该想这些有的没的&lt;br /&gt;我会努力的 无论我是多么的没兴趣 我都不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;因為我不想对不起自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在的我再也不是以前的那位淇婷了&lt;br /&gt;人往往都在环境的逼惑下而不知不觉地变了&lt;br /&gt;我也一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《 有時候知道太多 好像不見得是件好事&lt;br /&gt;總是有人藏不住那個心機&lt;br /&gt;我只是萬萬沒想到 我这么快就领会到人心茫茫 人不可貌相 这两句成语&lt;br /&gt;才不會傻到去這麼輕易的相信一個人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是計較的事情讓我跌破眼鏡&lt;br /&gt;心裡一萬個無奈也無法釋懐&lt;br /&gt;我開始相信人性本惡&lt;br /&gt;真是可自笑&lt;br /&gt;原本我深信人性本善&lt;br /&gt;但我看到盡是那些處心積慮的人 讓我心裡害怕&lt;br /&gt;價值觀扭曲的是你們 現實讓你們每可人面目可憎象由心生 》&lt;br /&gt;真可悲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the brackets are what i have read from 炎亞綸's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;these sentences reflect of what i wanted to express so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i copy and paste part of it here, but much of it is being edited by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so if u want to read what's going on on his blog, u should go over to his blog and take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and, if u manage to read till here, thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i know not many would be interested in reading chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4340259211919475169?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4340259211919475169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4340259211919475169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='华语'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4474952654964492306</id><published>2007-10-31T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:08:24.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts are so mixed up.'/><title type='text'>just so randomly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;waha! i almost lost my patience on logging in to blogger!&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger!&lt;br /&gt;don't allow me to log in!&lt;br /&gt;keep showing me code error?!&lt;br /&gt;wasted so much of my time!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been neglecting my blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i intended to blog a long entry today. but lost the mood of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;try logging in almost 10 times and you know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;is unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hasn't been enjoying my days lately.&lt;br /&gt;either i have to endure those sudden stomach pain or ** **********(****-** *******).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess * yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 weeks since school started.&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks seems like 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike school. i miss seconday school badly. (contradicting&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate liars.&lt;br /&gt;i hate fakers.&lt;br /&gt;i hate pretenders.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who are so scheming.&lt;br /&gt;i hate backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;i hate betrayers.&lt;br /&gt;same as you who hated these person too.&lt;br /&gt;but little did you know you are being one yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wanted to name you out.&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point. quarrel is a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;10 years down the road, i don't want to look back and laugh at how SILLY i was when i was 18.&lt;br /&gt;just like how SILLY i think your actions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your perfect-ness comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;people see through you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe all this is fated.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i can't be bothered is i all i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;HA! school had barely started and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;  humans are complicated species we never will understand.&lt;br /&gt;that's why orginsational beheaviour  etc. exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the agony of taking every hit face on. how long can you last standing?&lt;br /&gt;imagine the agony of pretending everything is fine when it's not. how long will it last?&lt;br /&gt;imagine the agony of being so unhappy, so upset, so pissed-off but still you decided to sallow it down. how long more to endure?&lt;br /&gt;imagine the agony of being so indulgent all the time when actually you don't want to be. when will this stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so frustrating&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone will get what i am blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;maybe penny understand part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. penny, just don't say out okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4474952654964492306?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4474952654964492306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4474952654964492306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-so-randomly.html' title='just so randomly'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1998937849845514574</id><published>2007-10-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:15:10.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to my sis: happy belated birthday.'/><title type='text'>update update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7boG8SwljPI/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117132311405363426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7boG8SwljPI/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;here, i wish my sis a happy belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling kind of bad for not celebrating your birthday with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;partly was also because i miss eating good food =X hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm such a fatty girl. arghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year my sis's birthday cake was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gNI/AAAAAAAAARI/yUlF3cYyXac/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117132311405363410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gNI/AAAAAAAAARI/yUlF3cYyXac/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like cupcake like that, only it taste nicer. but the bad thing is there are no candles.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, these are the leftover cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate 3 of these when i reached home. and the next morning ate 1 and at noon i ate another 3.&lt;br /&gt;left one for my sis. since she's the birthday girl =X&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i'm so bad. but is really nice lo and i was at home the whole day, watching tv while eating. so bu zhi bu que i eat 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;boo to school re-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been wasting my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;currently, my holiday's daily routine is wake up eat watch tv sleep training.&lt;br /&gt;sounds real broing right, and i'm wasting my time away and turing into a fatty.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i really need to treasure time. time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacking away at home is sian.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school days are even more sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered that my money have legs. they seems to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;and and and! i haven return the 50 bucks i borrowed from my bro!&lt;br /&gt;this shows how broke i am. arghh!!&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go on a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to save some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~save money for rainy days~&lt;br /&gt;this is call wei yu chou mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i have no idea where and on what stuff have i spent my money on.&lt;br /&gt;reminder: "i cannot anyhow spend anymore money on unnecessary stuff." *10000000000 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117132302815428802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0t7n9gMI/AAAAAAAAARA/5dXTxX6EZlc/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so full so bloated after eating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gPI/AAAAAAAAARY/6VbquvgY7x8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117132311405363442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gPI/AAAAAAAAARY/6VbquvgY7x8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remb i spent almost $10 on playing house of dead. 4 girls screaming their head away. luckily there aren't many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just nice, my mummy came home.&lt;br /&gt;time to eat supper =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;already said, this holiday am being such a piggy. its no wonder i become a fatty girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weighing machine doesn't tell lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-1998937849845514574?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1998937849845514574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1998937849845514574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-update.html' title='update update'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RwO0ubn9gOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7boG8SwljPI/s72-c/DSC00873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-4911266894270115774</id><published>2007-09-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:06:10.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bless all'/><title type='text'>glued to the tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RvpU4rn9gKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JQLdI7DvZvg/s1600-h/CornerwithLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114493659592360098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RvpU4rn9gKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JQLdI7DvZvg/s320/CornerwithLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RvpU4bn9gJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1bRRf-qgU5A/s1600-h/Whywhylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114493655297392786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RvpU4bn9gJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1bRRf-qgU5A/s320/Whywhylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been watching shows after shows.&lt;br /&gt;i've completed watching corner with love and why why love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, am watching 樱野3加1 and romantic princess.&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樱野3加1, romantic princess haven even finished airing in taiwan. worst still, vcds haven come out too. is sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching so many 偶像剧 i've came to realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st happy ending is a must.&lt;br /&gt;2nd there must be an existence of a bad character.&lt;br /&gt;3rd the guy is super rich but the girl is super poor or vice vers.&lt;br /&gt;4th the story plot is always about romance.&lt;br /&gt;5th some 偶像剧 have lousy storyline but at the very least the main plot is there; romance.&lt;br /&gt;6th some 偶像剧 have no storyline. no storyline=lousy show. but many still like watching it. cause their romance is sweet, so its enough to cover the 'no storyline' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, am talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;these reasons are so obvious. even a 3 years old kid can tell.&lt;br /&gt;so so so, these are not the reasons that i've came to realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say what i've realised if not these is going to be a super long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you came into my dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;frighten/ afraid/ scared, was what i've felt the first thing i woke up from this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;joy in the incense's ash was all he/she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;does it equates that all these years you've been happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;your parents miss you alot. so does your brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually we all miss you. but the heartache we felt just can't compare to that of  your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we aren't dare to mention your name since you passed away. even if we does, we don't dare to mention it in front of your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as time pass by, we all know it well in our heart, but shall not dare not and cannot speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its been 6 years. but the pain and the bitterness in all of us, especially your parents seems like only yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4911266894270115774?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4911266894270115774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4911266894270115774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/glued-to-tv.html' title='glued to the tv'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RvpU4rn9gKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JQLdI7DvZvg/s72-c/CornerwithLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-3597792071808915578</id><published>2007-09-11T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:15:40.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m blessed =))'/><title type='text'>tarot card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/chinese/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Wheel of Fortune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of&lt;br /&gt;intoxication with success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-3597792071808915578?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3597792071808915578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3597792071808915578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/tarot-card.html' title='tarot card'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1562369778334884475</id><published>2007-08-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:18:19.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just so randomly'/><title type='text'>junk post</title><content type='html'>i know its days after exams but still i want to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i screwed up badly for ief.&lt;br /&gt;but... will worry about it the day the results are released.&lt;br /&gt;more importantly now is to play hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now am on the verge of recovering from sore throat, though my throat still kinda sore.&lt;br /&gt;and! completely recovered from fever! so happy!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i've contracted dengue fever.&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkma9BNNGijYAlqFXNyoA/SIG=149asprht/EXP=1188320829/**http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&amp;vc=countrySG&amp;amp;fp_ip=SG&amp;p=dengue+fever+symptoms&amp;amp;rs=0&amp;amp;fr2=rs-top"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling so moody and terrible, like all happiness gone out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent my days reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just started on harry potter and the deadly hallows and never once had that book left my hands unless of course during bathe time and bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;totally immersed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not typing under a moment of anger nor is there any intense feeling inflicted on me.&lt;br /&gt;i am absolutely clear about what i am typing and meaning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the crack of our friendship will remain and i strongly believe i will never let that crack fade, unlike scars that will slowly fade as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;selfish, ignorant, childish close-minded as many will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care less.&lt;br /&gt;once my mind is set, nothing and i mean really nothing will be able to change it.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever doubt what i can do when my mind is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, the pretence will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at my own stupidity wonder why i ever believed in you, why i ever told you things, why i ever share any secrets with you, why i never see through you earlier and why i even convinced myself that you aren't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway all these WHYs aren't important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;importance is now i learnt not to share anything with you, learnt to draw a line between you and me, learnt not to be too truthful around you and learnt to keep my attitude towards you unchanged but at the same time changing to become more hostile, otherwise all else unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these will be a better measure than having you betarying the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mock at the fine line between friendship and enemy overnight.&lt;br /&gt;time can really prove or put to test one's friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some photos that i have been wanting to put up but keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMMenQz-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KQDfYNMl844/s1600-h/P1010442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103436522816011042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMMenQz-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KQDfYNMl844/s320/P1010442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the incompleted project's overrall summary on the title 'New Markets and Financial Instruments. we forgot to take the completed one due to the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered putting in hours doing all the way up till 4am plus and re-correcting the lines since it's really ugly and i find it unpresentable in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the correction of those revolting lines took me almost 3 hours whereby i think i would have gone to bed earlier without those horrible unpresentable lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this overrall summary aren't as essential (but still necessary) as the report. oh ya, thanks to ben and norman who had helped.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i shall complaint less. since the hardwork is paid off by the grades we were awarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHHQz-zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qAbRCdA1MAI/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103440517135596338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHHQz-zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qAbRCdA1MAI/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103440521430563650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHXQz-0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ztizunuvuSE/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHnQz-3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f2wmArpSaas/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103440525725530994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHnQz-3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f2wmArpSaas/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those where the stress revision days. messy table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHnQz-2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-RxBW47F51Y/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103440525725530978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMQHnQz-2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-RxBW47F51Y/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer look at what am studying. fmgt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-1562369778334884475?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1562369778334884475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1562369778334884475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/08/junk-post.html' title='junk post'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RtMMenQz-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KQDfYNMl844/s72-c/P1010442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-8914675666334295901</id><published>2007-08-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:16:48.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when can i smile happily again?'/><title type='text'>study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i just can't seem to finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;am afraid that i can't finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;am so stress that i can almost drop tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i have let my parents down.&lt;br /&gt;the more they dote on me, the more guilty i felt.&lt;br /&gt;when they bring me to eat fine cuisine, i feel the guilty-ness in me.&lt;br /&gt;when they allow me to do things that i thought they won't, i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't deserve such good things, when i feel that i have let my parents down, when I didn't study hard enough, when i feel that i can't meet my parents' expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so what if i have been awarded the bursary?&lt;br /&gt;it still can't change the fact that i still have lots to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m stunt.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know you can have such an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to me, i feel that nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to me, i feel that whatever happens, no matter how difficult the situation is, i can face it.&lt;br /&gt;like even if the sky is to topple from above, you will be there to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;when you asking me small little questions, “are you alright?” “you okay?” “ni ke yi ma?” am happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know it's just so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;i know its not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all i want and wish to do now is to study and think of nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****. destroyer msg me. =.="&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just leave me alone?!&lt;br /&gt;sudden msg will scare me.&lt;br /&gt;am having enough problems without you bothering me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-8914675666334295901?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8914675666334295901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8914675666334295901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/08/study.html' title='study!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1267409153052349100</id><published>2007-07-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:23:04.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when things change for the better something bad must happened before that.'/><title type='text'>her friend</title><content type='html'>put yourself in someone's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;all she can say is you are so self-centered. you are so scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like others to whisper or talk behind your back, then don't do that to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it will simply means retribution is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not a retribution on yourself, but on your next generation or next next generation, which you will never live till that age to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may choose not to believe, but retribution does happen.&lt;br /&gt;to some it comes early, to some it comes late. it all depends.&lt;br /&gt;there a chinese saying "ren zai zhou, tian zai can".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never know if that person whom you talk about behind her back will find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she does find out and choose not to confront you, it simply implies that she doesn't even bother about that friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because she's just sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;simply because she's had seen you through.&lt;br /&gt;simply because she's sick of you pretending to be nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;simply because she felt nauseous when you are still able to face her and talk to her like nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she heard, you had not only talked about her once to 1 friend. but instead many times to many friends. and yet each time when you told 1 friend, it ends with 'not that i want friends to hate her. so i never say out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! she laughs! cause you simply just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't feel at least sad. but instead pity for you, cause it just shows that you aren't kind as what your appearance had shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not going to open up to you anymore, not going to tell you things about her, cause she felt you are only trying to mingle with her for e sake of wanting to know, to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not going to care, not going to believe words that are coming from your mouth cause she no longer consider you as her friend. cause she has enough evidence from your actions to prove to her that you are a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say whatever you want behind her back from now on.&lt;br /&gt;cause she will no longer be affected.&lt;br /&gt;the lies you claim that she had said are more or less e same lies you had told the others.&lt;br /&gt;yes, she said 'claim' instead cause she had never once lied to you, except white lies, cause under that circumstance she feels embarrass. put yourself in her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lies you told are probably more. she knows. she keeps quiet.&lt;br /&gt;she knows you are doing revision, but on e pretext keep pretending to tell her/them you had been playing/dating/on phone till late at night. she knows. she keeps quiet. cause at that time she consider you as her friend, to leave you some 'face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you are the one who started first by spreading words behind her back, which she calls that backstab, she soon will be talking behind your back. a taste of your own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows very well that blogging about you is not a very nice thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;but she still does so anyway. &lt;br /&gt;cause she thinks, what's the point in keeping mum about things when on the other hand you have been spreading her bad. cause she thinks, she does have this right since you had started it first. since you leave her no face, why should she still leave face for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop giving her those shits that blogging about friends aren't good. cause you guys aren't that good either, aren't that perfect either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell her what's good? what's bad? &lt;br /&gt;what your definition of good and bad? &lt;br /&gt;all she knows is people definition of good and bad varies. &lt;br /&gt;for her, under such circumstances, she knows blogging about you aren't considered bad. cause once again you did that(talking behind her back) first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not going to feel sorry for what she had done. not going to reply your questions courteously. her sudden change in attitude toward you is what you will soon realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon you'll notice that you had step on her toes, you had arouse her anger, her willingness to break off any ties she had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not going to confront you on anything, but you owes her an apology. she will be waiting for that apology. but whether she will consider you as her friend again, it all depends on your future actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever used your brain to think, recap what she has done for you. maybe not in big situations, but some ones like maybe for example exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you are the one she's talking about, it just implies that you are guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, goodbye to you (one who backstab her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. &lt;br /&gt;thanks to him. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for his understanding. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for his agreement with me. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me laugh my heart out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-1267409153052349100?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1267409153052349100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1267409153052349100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/her-friend.html' title='her friend'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-3654546146113955494</id><published>2007-07-17T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:46:59.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy busy'/><title type='text'>today--&gt; blur day</title><content type='html'>cause i nearly lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 1st time and its a bad scare.&lt;br /&gt;especially when all my homework are all saved in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;monday: training 6pm-8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;rest day =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;training 6pm to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will ends at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;training 6pm to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;rest day =))&lt;br /&gt;[some personal time please]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;12pm, maybe going with juan to take shoes.&lt;br /&gt;go temple.&lt;br /&gt;see compy.&lt;br /&gt;training.&lt;br /&gt;***home sweet home***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: compy day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better put down what i have to do, in case i forget.&lt;br /&gt;i really scared that i will forget what i need to do for Saturday and oversleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-3654546146113955494?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3654546146113955494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3654546146113955494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-blur-day.html' title='today--&gt; blur day'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4692242140632916699</id><published>2007-07-15T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:08:03.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing happened'/><title type='text'>friday, 13th</title><content type='html'>harry potter movie is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;like there's not much content , just a few people with wands and spells.&lt;br /&gt;the book is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm about the movie, the more pleasant thing is meeting up old friends.&lt;br /&gt;finally got to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;the last time we meet up was like so so long ago, during steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we won't give a miss to taking photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RpkB9sgF4LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OY2IYHMIZ8I/s1600-h/DSC01599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099413521096882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RpkB9sgF4LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OY2IYHMIZ8I/s320/DSC01599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to take a portrait photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xcgF4II/AAAAAAAAAPI/OqpG70yDpmI/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094805021188226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xcgF4II/AAAAAAAAAPI/OqpG70yDpmI/s320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! linda is laughing away, at what i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xcgF4HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LT0NWOkk-i8/s1600-h/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094805021188210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xcgF4HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LT0NWOkk-i8/s320/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xsgF4JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OsIaIsVi8hU/s1600-h/DSC00057+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094809316155538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rpj9xsgF4JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OsIaIsVi8hU/s320/DSC00057+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, linda curb her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;we are all smilies in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the chat and all the hospital talks from sam and penny sharing their attachment experience =))&lt;br /&gt;i hope my attachment will be this fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check out s500i.&lt;br /&gt;the phone is nice, heard from sam that without any plan it cost only $400 plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;$400 plus is consider cheap for a new release phone lo.&lt;br /&gt;the only problem is that it didn't have photo light and no 3G. (no wonder $400 plus only :x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4692242140632916699?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4692242140632916699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4692242140632916699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-13th.html' title='friday, 13th'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RpkB9sgF4LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OY2IYHMIZ8I/s72-c/DSC01599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-5670153603666301058</id><published>2007-07-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:25:35.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time is all i need'/><title type='text'>me; again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems so long ago that i've been feeling happy that i thought i'm suffering from depression.&lt;br /&gt;so so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard monday have got additional training.&lt;br /&gt;training becomes monday, wednesday and thursday.&lt;br /&gt;3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;have to study for ecd exam, which is just this thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle all the work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like quitting the course.&lt;br /&gt;but then the thought of starting from the scratch scares me.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of what else am i going to study if i quit scares me too. cause i don't have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now while eating dinner, i break down.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's happening to me too.&lt;br /&gt;my mom got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel a whole lot better after crying in my mommy's comfort.&lt;br /&gt;its a long time since my mommy give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5670153603666301058?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5670153603666301058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5670153603666301058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-again.html' title='me; again'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4968417141811841089</id><published>2007-07-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:29:22.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in school'/><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>am having serious mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment, am happy.&lt;br /&gt;the next moment, am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;and next second, am irritated.&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later, i just don't feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird right.&lt;br /&gt;just not in the best of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better don't step on my toes these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i'll bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, today was the datedue for submitting ief project.&lt;br /&gt;don't have to touch ief project anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent $10 for this project, including the printing/ the file/ and the envolope.&lt;br /&gt;the printing shop at canteen 2 eat our money!&lt;br /&gt;imagine paying $1 per sheet just by printing it in colour. @$$%#@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope we score well for this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at our project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49HKdQrcI/AAAAAAAAANo/lQBVCMwn2uA/s1600-h/DSC01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084068222623329730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49HKdQrcI/AAAAAAAAANo/lQBVCMwn2uA/s320/DSC01101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hardwork; report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro487qdQrbI/AAAAAAAAANg/nG3O7kU1xjA/s1600-h/DSC01099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084068025054834098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro487qdQrbI/AAAAAAAAANg/nG3O7kU1xjA/s320/DSC01099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flower that dropped out from its vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro482adQraI/AAAAAAAAANY/RfXX2M97PN0/s1600-h/DSC01098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084067934860520866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro482adQraI/AAAAAAAAANY/RfXX2M97PN0/s320/DSC01098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49uKdQreI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qiYFW0VEzZg/s1600-h/DSC02089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084068892638227938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49uKdQreI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qiYFW0VEzZg/s320/DSC02089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised it acutally didn't look that bad from the top view.&lt;br /&gt;but from below, the water is yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gadQrjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YL9HxTWhc3g/s1600-h/DSC02729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069755926654514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gadQrjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YL9HxTWhc3g/s320/DSC02729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked so big-sized in this photo. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gqdQrkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ShkGDJVTKas/s1600-h/DSC02730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069760221621826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gqdQrkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ShkGDJVTKas/s320/DSC02730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during ecd tutorial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-vadQrmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aHhzvoN2akc/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084070013624692322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-vadQrmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aHhzvoN2akc/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan and i being so serious. forgot what we were busy looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro48vKdQrZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2McOfgfFCd0/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084067810306469266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro48vKdQrZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2McOfgfFCd0/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "looked at her, sleeping during lesson time." 'shake head'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-f6dQrhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zK_duawblUQ/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49TadQrdI/AAAAAAAAANw/Xw17W1AVNPM/s1600-h/DSC01107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084068433076727250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49TadQrdI/AAAAAAAAANw/Xw17W1AVNPM/s320/DSC01107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ops, she's awake now.&lt;br /&gt;look at her eyes, scary. she diao me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gKdQriI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4-of3TsGnjI/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ecd tutorial toilet break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gqdQrlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kLwhJiGJsVE/s1600-h/DSC03710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069760221621842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-gqdQrlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kLwhJiGJsVE/s320/DSC03710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel "i know i look very pretty. but no need to take photo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-D6dQrgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pIQ-bS0PPSc/s1600-h/DSC03714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069266300382722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro4-D6dQrgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pIQ-bS0PPSc/s320/DSC03714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro493adQrfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UBq9sR81N-4/s1600-h/DSC03713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069051552017906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro493adQrfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UBq9sR81N-4/s320/DSC03713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro48nqdQrYI/AAAAAAAAANI/q0sj8nRZXqo/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084067681457450370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro48nqdQrYI/AAAAAAAAANI/q0sj8nRZXqo/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan is blowing kisses to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;shan! u don't want wuzun already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4968417141811841089?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4968417141811841089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4968417141811841089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Ro49HKdQrcI/AAAAAAAAANo/lQBVCMwn2uA/s72-c/DSC01101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-5545363363411118609</id><published>2007-07-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:09:03.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me.'/><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>i laugh at how fake people can be.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at how ironic life can be.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at how izzit possible that i am able to feel so much feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am angry (over what, that i'm not sure).&lt;br /&gt;am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;am impatient.&lt;br /&gt;am stress.&lt;br /&gt;am sad.&lt;br /&gt;and i laugh at over why I had landed myself in such a state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is on fire. yes, that's right, once again i'm sick thus maybe that's why i am feeling so cranky right now.&lt;br /&gt;i have got endless projects to rush, datelines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i can die now.&lt;br /&gt;but it all comes down to, i'm afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wish to die so young and leaving tons of things i wish to do left un-accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to go for compy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i told someone this "can i don't go for compy?"&lt;br /&gt;and this someone replied (with a blacken face) "no, you already know we not enough people already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i amused myself for not talking back.&lt;br /&gt;but then again who is that someone to say that i have to go for compy.&lt;br /&gt;that someone is not my daddy nor my mummy nor my elders that i held much respect to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really can't commit myself to the training days and time.&lt;br /&gt;i am busy with schoolwork and upcoming exams.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have much energy left to do other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5545363363411118609?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5545363363411118609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5545363363411118609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-3997918947248812989</id><published>2007-06-24T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:49:48.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>tml is back to school day.&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe 'SIAN!'&lt;br /&gt;i haven really enjoyed my holidays lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i really feel like changing phone.&lt;br /&gt;but then, the angel side of me =x is telling me not to. i just changed phone not long ago/ waste of money/ need so nice phone for what, can message can call is fine already bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, shall see as the time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see some phones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5e0j6wA9I/AAAAAAAAALk/ATeedWKgK94/s1600-h/w660i_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J5s-LMJpbKU/s1600-h/w660i_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610762074260530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J5s-LMJpbKU/s320/w660i_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w660i. the front seems okay.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5e0T6wA8I/AAAAAAAAALc/rTzRVHwzFGo/s1600-h/w660i_3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nKj6wBEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EYaZk7PIDjI/s1600-h/w660i_3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610860858508354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nKj6wBEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EYaZk7PIDjI/s320/w660i_3_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back view. nice right! totally love the design behind. but no photo light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5erT6wA3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/uxDd591g4_4/s1600-h/s500i_6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEj6wA_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CgeZZmrQmyc/s1600-h/s500i_6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610757779293170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEj6wA_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CgeZZmrQmyc/s320/s500i_6_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s500i. also hen nice! spring yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5erT6wA2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/fWeas3CtPAA/s1600-h/s500i_5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEj6wBAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fYjujRYn9lg/s1600-h/s500i_5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610757779293186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEj6wBAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fYjujRYn9lg/s320/s500i_5_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black colour also not bad leh. quite style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5erj6wA5I/AAAAAAAAALE/LPm5Ewlbm6A/s1600-h/w580+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5erj6wA6I/AAAAAAAAALM/uZERPCKdJJ4/s1600-h/w580i+lackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vbok1a5sOrs/s1600-h/w580+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610762074260498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vbok1a5sOrs/s320/w580+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NZcUW2PJfuk/s1600-h/w580i+lackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610762074260514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NZcUW2PJfuk/s320/w580i+lackb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w580i. urban grey also not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the last phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5e0j6wA-I/AAAAAAAAALs/aQVZcJNDgPw/s1600-h/z250i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nKj6wBFI/AAAAAAAAANA/3PSb5uvYkss/s1600-h/z250i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610860858508370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nKj6wBFI/AAAAAAAAANA/3PSb5uvYkss/s320/z250i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z250i.&lt;br /&gt;it has the icon display which indicate new message, incoming call, missed call and silent mode, that will light up if you want it or will be hidden when you dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;i think its so cool la. i really like that front design.&lt;br /&gt;but then.. its camera is lousy and has no memory stick =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am to change phone, i think i will consider s500i if not w580i.&lt;br /&gt;but all these phones not out yet, only s500i is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-3997918947248812989?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3997918947248812989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3997918947248812989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/06/tml-is-back-to-school-day.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rn5nEz6wBDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J5s-LMJpbKU/s72-c/w660i_1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-4345627175513790947</id><published>2007-06-19T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:14:28.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha. funny.'/><title type='text'>duan wu jie</title><content type='html'>my daddy has to work even on father's day.&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't celebrate father's day this year. =(&lt;br /&gt;but daddy got to eat homemade dumplings. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, that sunday..&lt;br /&gt;as always, like a traditional event that has been on-going yearly, we made dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rndr8T6wAvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3V_KExJn924/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rndzqz6wAwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E580yA2OB18/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077654284211847938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rndzqz6wAwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E580yA2OB18/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty teaching my cousin how to make dumpling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i did try making one dumpling.&lt;br /&gt;of course la, i didn't manage to get the triangular shape. so i give up after a few tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dinner was dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;eat till i want to vomit already =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, something that makes me laugh my head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;my friend's bf hands her a piece of tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;my friend: "erm, for?"&lt;br /&gt;her bf: "to wipe your mouth. your lip is oily, must be just now you ate something oily then never clean properly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend was like =.=" thinking; wtf! it was not oily stain la. it was lip gloss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after hearing that, i burst out laughing like nobody business. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;it's funny la. imagine how awkward the situation was at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;okok. better stop laughing in case i get any retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the storyline is....&lt;br /&gt;to guys: please make sure that its oily stain cause by food and not lip gloss before offering any tissue.&lt;br /&gt;to girls: maybe just maybe apply lesser lip gloss? or switch to using lipstick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4345627175513790947?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4345627175513790947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4345627175513790947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-daddy-has-to-work-even-on-fathers.html' title='duan wu jie'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rndzqz6wAwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E580yA2OB18/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-5023816808369683831</id><published>2007-06-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:30:35.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the meaning of life?'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>2 week break doesn't even seems like holidaying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going back school the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;stuck with IEF project. it seems like we are forever stuck with IEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussing the topic on Central Asia.&lt;br /&gt;bel and i were analysing what we have read and it makes me feel that we have got the making to be economists. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP is busy with the on-going graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;and i was busy thinking when can i graduate from NP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, in 1 and a half year time.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, just 1 and a half year left to get over with and get a diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paper qualification is all it takes to secure a minimal survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after graduation, a crossroad to choose. work? or university?&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, university appears too distant from me.&lt;br /&gt;work on the other hand seems too harsh for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;the adult world is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;esp in the business world; too cruel, too much hypocritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was born rich, really super rich.&lt;br /&gt;then all these problems will appear to be peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;my medical bill always cause a bomb when i am sick and i feel the guilt when my parents pay for my medical fees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5023816808369683831?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5023816808369683831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5023816808369683831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-6983837827521331436</id><published>2007-06-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:33:12.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonner'/><title type='text'>ief, gonner paper</title><content type='html'>am using my sis's lappy. and i dunno how to use window vista business.&lt;br /&gt;so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, the last day of exams.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i had so no confidence in any paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, AAA i realised i did a very stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday had ief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ief was even more worse than i had imagine. totally wasted my time on studying.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the test paper and almost fainted. so difficult!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i throw away 20 marks on general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;asked me abt the G-7 nations and their currencies =.= i know nothing about G-7 nations la.&lt;br /&gt;asked me about the long-term for APEC EAS OCEC or whatever. i also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;and i also lost marks on the last long question answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i calculated, i will fail this paper.&lt;br /&gt;even the true/false questions are general knowledge questions.&lt;br /&gt;damn! really have to read the newspapers from now on. if not final exam i will die a very horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ask for alot. i just hope for a pass in this module.&lt;br /&gt;luckily got re-test. hope re-test can at least score a pass.&lt;br /&gt;have to ace for project work now. if not my future really is can go be road sweeper alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~off to study for paper.&lt;br /&gt;after tomorrow i will at least be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6983837827521331436?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6983837827521331436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6983837827521331436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/06/ief-gonner-paper.html' title='ief, gonner paper'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4065263917862529328</id><published>2007-05-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:35:17.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study study and more study'/><title type='text'>early for lesson.</title><content type='html'>i must blog this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my first year, this is the first time ever, that i am the first person to reach the classroom;&lt;br /&gt;meaning only the tutor and i alone in the classroom. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;common test coming. ief fms aaa and fmgt have not yet study finished lo.&lt;br /&gt;still got e mood to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really is.......... no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people don't pick up my phone calls after calling 2-3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it even more when that person picks up my call and with my constant "hello hello", that person did not speak up.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feels like am talking to the air and makes me look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i HATE the MOST is when that person picks up my call, though with my constant "hello", i heard what that person said to her whoever "no, u help me answer. i don't want to answer. i scared later...." at least that's what it sounds like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you know i am calling to ask for your shirt/pants size and about thursday chu shi?&lt;br /&gt;you don't even have my house number. kns leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask for it. so i won't bother calling you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, i maybe jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;but am i really? i don't think so leh.&lt;br /&gt;i may not know who you are. but i roughly got an idea on who you are and your attitude towards...&lt;br /&gt;so ya. blacklisted. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to avoid being online for 2 weeks. MIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4065263917862529328?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4065263917862529328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4065263917862529328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/early-for-lesson.html' title='early for lesson.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-7909223058913788235</id><published>2007-05-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:00:55.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where has the feeling of success gone to?'/><title type='text'>game of life 2</title><content type='html'>i forgot to bring my phone to school today.&lt;br /&gt;i left it at my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;lucky its my dad's car, not taxi. if not my phone gone case alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played game of life today again!&lt;br /&gt;i have loads of money when i retire.&lt;br /&gt;if only this money is real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests are coming. stress!&lt;br /&gt;i know nothing of what i have been studying so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is so hardworking!&lt;br /&gt;everyday when i reached home, she is at the desk studying.&lt;br /&gt;so hardworking! makes me motivated to study that hard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class is so competitive la!&lt;br /&gt;more competitive than the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel that i'm not clever. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-7909223058913788235?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7909223058913788235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7909223058913788235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-of-life-2.html' title='game of life 2'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-5022236693524577288</id><published>2007-05-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:24:24.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just randomly'/><title type='text'>game of life</title><content type='html'>i don't know if we will get karma for not attending lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i do feel the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the game of life seems much more nicer. ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDdDPyUYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qAeAS6FXo6k/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067397803344548226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDdDPyUYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qAeAS6FXo6k/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDcDPyUUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AU5PieLzC0E/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067397786164678978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDcDPyUUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AU5PieLzC0E/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDcjPyUWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ufocIM8VAoU/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067397794754613602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDcjPyUWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ufocIM8VAoU/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel had this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMEszPyUcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sAs4fK8D9E8/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399173439115714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMEszPyUcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sAs4fK8D9E8/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan had this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDczPyUXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RcDlu0thrVo/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067397799049580914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDczPyUXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RcDlu0thrVo/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my pay day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMEsDPyUaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_FrCXpEigp4/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399160554213794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMEsDPyUaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_FrCXpEigp4/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel career and pay day. in the end i ended up with her pay, cause she traded with me.&lt;br /&gt;from $80000 to $50000. sadded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRWYDPyUkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/prs8pjarh2Y/s1600-h/DSC00819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067770451887018562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRWYDPyUkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/prs8pjarh2Y/s320/DSC00819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan's car; her car is over flooding with kids. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRWYjPyUlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NVPcBbNixZE/s1600-h/DSC00820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067770460476953170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRWYjPyUlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NVPcBbNixZE/s320/DSC00820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car. the first one to retire =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRWajPyUoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TQoO-EpQa4s/s1600-h/DSC00824.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYBDPyUpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lUFcb2ip4oQ/s1600-h/DSC00827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772255773282962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYBDPyUpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lUFcb2ip4oQ/s320/DSC00827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's car =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYBzPyUqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2xnMRfUGBK4/s1600-h/DSC00826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772268658184866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYBzPyUqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2xnMRfUGBK4/s320/DSC00826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone so happy with the loads of 'money'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYCDPyUrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4MhsCmZxHKk/s1600-h/DSC00828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772272953152178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYCDPyUrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4MhsCmZxHKk/s320/DSC00828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jac and mel... so happy with the money too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish the money is real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some random photos we took during IEF's toilet break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYCzPyUsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xU97XJjdRkw/s1600-h/DSC02420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772285838054082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYCzPyUsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xU97XJjdRkw/s320/DSC02420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYDTPyUtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/29W-Bo_3NI8/s1600-h/DSC02424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772294427988690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYDTPyUtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/29W-Bo_3NI8/s320/DSC02424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRYCzPyUsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xU97XJjdRkw/s1600-h/DSC02420.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067774364602225378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlRZ7zPyUuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AAT_lxHNmb8/s320/DSC02423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5022236693524577288?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5022236693524577288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5022236693524577288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-of-life.html' title='game of life'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RlMDdDPyUYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qAeAS6FXo6k/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-349985049858060191</id><published>2007-05-20T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T03:20:27.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day without laughter is a day wasted. constant reminder.'/><title type='text'>simplicity is nice</title><content type='html'>i changed the blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;with penny's help.&lt;br /&gt;something simple.&lt;br /&gt;sick of all the navigations. so ma fun. everytime have to click here and there. even till now, sometimes i still cannot find my own blog navigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were busy with researching, eating, reading.&lt;br /&gt;the most funny thing was bel's money was eaten by the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;then she took a ruler hoping to get back her 40 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the result was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9HfzPyURI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DdSOYNDTq5I/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066346717473034514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9HfzPyURI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DdSOYNDTq5I/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of coins drop out. the vending machine must have cheated alot of people money.&lt;br /&gt;small venture big returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we had learn in FMGT is indeed true.&lt;br /&gt;high risk high return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent all the money on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9HmzPyUSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o5odRMIJzU0/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066346837732118818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9HmzPyUSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o5odRMIJzU0/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like partying then doing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i know where to get my money when i ran out of it.&lt;br /&gt;vending machine you wait for me okay?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's end with this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9H0TPyUTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n-pCGUMhDjg/s1600-h/DSC02311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066347069660352818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9H0TPyUTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n-pCGUMhDjg/s320/DSC02311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of TF05 girls. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-349985049858060191?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/349985049858060191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/349985049858060191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/simplicity-is-nice.html' title='simplicity is nice'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rk9HfzPyURI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DdSOYNDTq5I/s72-c/DSC00657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-2081986429966709519</id><published>2007-05-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:00:04.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my mommy'/><title type='text'>project week</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;i just raise my voice at my mommy just now.&lt;br /&gt;i know she accidentally off the rounter. she didn't do it on PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;why can't i contain my sudden spark of anger?&lt;br /&gt;will treat my mommy nicer from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously lacking of sleep this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;projects are all due this week.&lt;br /&gt;so are choing-ing all the project.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to common test.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ears hurt now. and is very sensitive to sounds.&lt;br /&gt;beacause the drum was too loud.&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why i always beat soft soft. i want to protect my ear from getting hurt. i don't want to become partial deaf when i'm old.&lt;br /&gt;i shall wear ear plugs for every training from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my previous post, come and confront me if you know i'm talking about you. or rather if you had read it.&lt;br /&gt;don't have to show black/sian face to me. or maybe i'm being too sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2081986429966709519?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2081986429966709519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2081986429966709519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/project-week.html' title='project week'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-7850004307588443518</id><published>2007-05-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:43:43.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i tried.'/><title type='text'>let me grumble for the last time over lion dance matters.</title><content type='html'>i realised i got 3 blue-black ever since i return home from training.&lt;br /&gt;2 on my both hand. one on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;@$#%$@!!! is pain one la.&lt;br /&gt;the drum stick hit my hand while i was teaching the juniors. while the drum suddenly stop in front of me and i bang into it. so that explain how i got the blue black on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;they better remember what i taught them on wed or they get it from me the next training. ahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since they are so unfair, then i shall be the fair one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take these examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like this is juan's first time playing MIA.&lt;br /&gt;what's the big deal? since year 1 she has been like that, so why didn't you said that to her when we were all year 1's?&lt;br /&gt;let me answer for you; "because back in those days, you had limited number of people. you can't afford to chase anyone out."&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you tell those words to the year 1's that have inconsistence attendance?&lt;br /&gt;let me answer for you too: "because you are afraid they just quit on you and you be back to square one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who had the eyes can tell that you are being very bias.&lt;br /&gt;take rodney for instance, he didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;yes, he didn't wear the right attire. he did try to explain. you rejected it down right.&lt;br /&gt;not hearing his explanation. instead, busy handing out punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you guys goes, time and time again, so righteous say that we are not being bias. we treat everyone equally. stop these shit talks and big acts. stop giving out words that you aren't what you made yourself out to be. stop pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if penny and i had not given the feedback, would you and your tail still be using the excuse that you guys are practicing for competition, to skip the usual tedious work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. till now nothing has been done. no practice yet and you still want to go?&lt;br /&gt;more likely to get mock by others. either you do/ decide it fast or just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in during the committee meeting, it was stated that you guys reserve the right to punish us when we were not serious. but please do not abuse this right. or soon you will feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered very clearly, you guys said 'why has it still be us talking, trying to make friendly conversation to the juniors.'&lt;br /&gt;want to hear my answer?&lt;br /&gt;because no one point a knife at you all at all. you did it willingly. did you give us a chance to make conversation?&lt;br /&gt;or rather have you really got the picture right?&lt;br /&gt;have you consider the fact that maybe we did, but you were too busy talking?&lt;br /&gt;now you guys jump back at us, turning over the rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested to play some games after practice to get the members closer together.&lt;br /&gt;i know its a stupid game. but it is necessary. really necessary. it should have been played during the 1st training.&lt;br /&gt;i asked other cca groups, their members are all well mixed.&lt;br /&gt;unlike us, a group here and there.&lt;br /&gt;its week 4 already, gone and over with 8 trainings. the situation still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys run away like you had seen ghost.&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to brief them, so i did.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i do the explanation of the game myself, without the help of you and your good friend.&lt;br /&gt;you and your good friend just stand there and talk between yourself.&lt;br /&gt;never mind, i got help from leon and penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm doing all the nasty job, running errands.&lt;br /&gt;you guys do the nice relax job.&lt;br /&gt;not that i mind, if your had shown a better attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making an effort, though i'm tired of clearing up your mess.&lt;br /&gt;do you know that the juniors had asked me where the coach is when we doesn't have one yet?&lt;br /&gt;how much energy do i have to convince myself its alright to say a small lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do your still bother to step down in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i go in accordance to your request.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm doing it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to stand up and talk back.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to ask your to stop overpowering me. cause your had step down.&lt;br /&gt;i had been kind enough to let your exercise your authority. but guess you don't know where your limit lies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. but i had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to kick bird off. we go in accordance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what have i seen in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm real tired when i think about all these.&lt;br /&gt;it's all wrong from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today shall be the last time am ranting on and on.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i promise. i'll just do my part.&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside i feel sorry for your.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let end my entry with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，此事古难全 。 但愿人长久，千里蝉娟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ups and downs, unions and separations, just like the moon is not always full; these are phenomena since the ancient times, embrace life with all its joy and sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-7850004307588443518?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7850004307588443518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7850004307588443518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-me-grumble-for-last-time-over-lion.html' title='let me grumble for the last time over lion dance matters.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-7374618529709887786</id><published>2007-05-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:02:54.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-motivation'/><title type='text'>i need some motivation.</title><content type='html'>blogger seems to dislike me huh.&lt;br /&gt;keep eating my entries these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had fighted a battle. i survived.&lt;br /&gt;tml i will too be facing a battlefield. i will survived too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tml; wed, 1pm onwards, i will be less un-stress &lt;-- is there such a word?&lt;br /&gt;and i will wear a big big smile on my face. unless....... otherwise. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i take diploma plus?&lt;br /&gt;haha! too late to decide. think they also cross out my name for the tuesday class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. off to study for tml test.&lt;br /&gt;2 chapters! jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-7374618529709887786?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7374618529709887786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/7374618529709887786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-some-motivation.html' title='i need some motivation.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-5382442055893963450</id><published>2007-05-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:51:51.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired.'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>what the toot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what's wrong with blogger recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reading newspaper for a purpose~ meaning when someone wants to test you about what happened to the world recently. economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stress lo. quiz test test quiz.&lt;br /&gt;having tutor bombing with endless questions.&lt;br /&gt;year 2 really very sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching channel u; how the pyramid was built.&lt;br /&gt;they said they somehow discover how pyramid was built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought. really?&lt;br /&gt;then why not try building one then you find out whether that's the way to built it?&lt;br /&gt;the earth is full of interesting issues waiting for us, the self-proclaim smarts one(humans), to discover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. crap. don't know what i'm blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go bath and slp soon. not enough slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5382442055893963450?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5382442055893963450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5382442055893963450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_08.html' title='???'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-6017792043640787754</id><published>2007-05-03T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:57:56.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st post of may'/><title type='text'>a random post</title><content type='html'>logging in and out from blogger a few times since the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog but couldn't seem to find the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have classes today.&lt;br /&gt;yea, 'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;and i still went for training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;is super sian, aching all over now.&lt;br /&gt;today there's training. wonder if i should go. even if i do go, i shall not run the track. yesterday was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl, seriously i don't like her. just the look of her is enough of me to kick her out.&lt;br /&gt;much less to say, now as i type, a surge of anger hit me all over.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike her to the core.&lt;br /&gt;the word 'hate' is too strong a word, and i will not use it. if i am to narrate the whole story, it will take 10 years to finish reading. just simply saying, who ask her to give me attitude, when there i am trying to teach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm being stereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;stop telling me not to stereotype people.&lt;br /&gt;everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;who's the saint?&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you had never even once stereotype people. i want to know you then. at least you could teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think god is being very fair to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time i couldn't help thinking about the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think its fair anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think that everything is not like as before.&lt;br /&gt;things change too fast.&lt;br /&gt;so fast, i couldn't find the time to adapt myself to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, i'm tired. real tired.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i'm still putting on that strong front; that "everything will be just fine, give it some more time" front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said my personality is like the exact print of my dad. quick-tempered. and it will get me to no where. i agreed. i tried my very best to change. i did. i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, people tend to forget the first feeling of trying out things or when they develop an interest in it.so i'm there to be the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm not being bias.&lt;br /&gt;i really think its unfair.&lt;br /&gt;again, i can't help thinking that what i feel/think is no longer important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;a name to its shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit.&lt;br /&gt;'quit' sounds irresponsible. but what else can i do when i'm tired of everything. i know i've made a wrong decision. i should have insisted. if only i did, then maybe things would have turn out differently. though tension will still exist (only to the 3 of them) but at least the harshness will be gone. And now I feel apologetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too much just by requesting everything to be fair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-6017792043640787754?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6017792043640787754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/6017792043640787754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-post.html' title='a random post'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-5209636206197320720</id><published>2007-04-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:30:42.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wohoo.'/><title type='text'>ubin</title><content type='html'>apart from the pain at my back-side, i had a fun time at ubin.&lt;br /&gt;never know ubin was such a fun and adventurous place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think that sometimes being away from the fast pace life that we led is not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going ubin was to celebrate hongfang and joy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;one year older already. like that present that we got for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we cycled for 2 and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycle till my backside pain and i think by tml, when i wake up, i will see muscles developing at my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1vC1ufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9PLl1BQShfE/s1600-h/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318448745167346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1vC1ufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9PLl1BQShfE/s320/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to ubin. see... so many of us. all hair messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiuiUvC1udI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9V2P04YLVuY/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1uqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/elXHAwQOGFw/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056319002795948706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1uqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/elXHAwQOGFw/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our destination for the day. 2 couples in front. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Riugy_C1uWI/AAAAAAAAADU/O9Vp75STICc/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1ujI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YZf_eCG-CaY/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318453040134706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1ujI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YZf_eCG-CaY/s320/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hot and sweaty and tired and resting our butts, so we thought of having a rest and bought drinks from this temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiugRvC1uTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kf958tiRZIw/s1600-h/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1uhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ot6EjUd_Jvw/s1600-h/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318453040134674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1uhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ot6EjUd_Jvw/s320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sam. sam don't know how to ride bicycle =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she knows how to ride by herself in the end =)) congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiugRvC1uSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ySbcCKxsng4/s1600-h/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1vC1ugI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lDehYSeCqFc/s1600-h/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318448745167362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1vC1ugI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lDehYSeCqFc/s320/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while they were still resting, sam and i was trying to balance the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't easy okay. took a long time and i was sweating all over. but we manage in the end =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiugR_C1uUI/AAAAAAAAADE/rwj4cecoWp8/s1600-h/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1uiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dlrnNYPDVk/s1600-h/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318453040134690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1_C1uiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dlrnNYPDVk/s320/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all preparing to take off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the guys, we became bo liao and took photos of ourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunG_C1ukI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C59ayKIWRaU/s1600-h/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318745097910850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunG_C1ukI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C59ayKIWRaU/s320/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1upI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z0ykhhg558o/s1600-h/DSC00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056319002795948690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1upI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z0ykhhg558o/s320/DSC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1uoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VvhzI89oDo4/s1600-h/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318749392878210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1uoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VvhzI89oDo4/s320/DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiugzPC1uZI/AAAAAAAAADs/g2mTyTZ6dO0/s1600-h/DSC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1umI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gEuQJ1c5xN4/s1600-h/DSC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318749392878178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1umI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gEuQJ1c5xN4/s320/DSC00076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1unI/AAAAAAAAAFc/E-ILYmC3zbs/s1600-h/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056318749392878194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunHPC1unI/AAAAAAAAAFc/E-ILYmC3zbs/s320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong fang and linda took off with the 2 sitter bicycle. they claim they have the mo qi. so without difficulty, they rode off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have got to admit they do have the mo qi.&lt;br /&gt;me and joy and rod and juan also have.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiuiUvC1ueI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IiNBycph-zc/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1urI/AAAAAAAAAF8/trdDXXJOQB0/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056319002795948722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RiunV_C1urI/AAAAAAAAAF8/trdDXXJOQB0/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the place where we rest and had another round of drinks; coconut this time, before we went back to the port. cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;the place so like malaysia can. many houseflies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were almost lost from finding our way back, but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;all sort of funny things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun, sweaty, adventurous and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5209636206197320720?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5209636206197320720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5209636206197320720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/ubin.html' title='ubin'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/Rium1vC1ufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9PLl1BQShfE/s72-c/DSC00067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-5115038196769672889</id><published>2007-04-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:53:24.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soon =)) i know it will be.'/><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>2 words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when will things turn out fine again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5115038196769672889?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5115038196769672889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5115038196769672889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-5178421811818525662</id><published>2007-04-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:38:46.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FARK YOU'/><title type='text'>screw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million and a zillion of screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so sick to the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling feverish, having sore throat and flu.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to eat anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i just feeling like sleeping but here i am blogging, i thought i'm going to explode from anger if i don't find somewhere to fa xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i can't get any peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i switch on my phone, it seems to be ringing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't pick up leon's call nor did i reply his message.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but seems like he is the last person on earth, at the moment, that i don't wish to see his call his message and he himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy told me he was pissed and i don't see the reason why except maybe because that everyone was late or did i not pick up his call and reply his message?&lt;br /&gt;other than these, what right had he to be more pissed than i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said before in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;none respond to my endless emails and sms. did i blow my top straight at that particular moment?&lt;br /&gt;no i didn't. instead all these small trivial issues are accumulated through weeks and finally i become to be pissed and frustrated over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me to send emails to inform everyone to give their passport size photos to you and i didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;because i know they will read and dump it into the trash and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;so i wait and tell them online the day before we meet for the dry run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what about YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I BLOODY DAMN ASKED YOU TO SEND A SOFTCOPY OF THEIR PHOTOS TO ME ASAP CAUSE THE SCHOOL NEEDS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DID YOU?&lt;br /&gt;NO, YOU DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU FORGET. FORGET IS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON AND I AM SO FARKING TIRED TO HEAR THIS WORD "FORGET".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE YOU NEED TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT JUST SCANING IN THE PHOTOS WILL TAKE A DAMN GOOD 3 DAYS AND TILL NOW I HAD NOT EVEN RECEIVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOOD I FARKING DAMN MISSED THE DATELINE BY DON'T KNOW HOW MANY CENTURIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DID I FLARE IT UP AND CONFRONT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, NO I DIDN'T. I SIMPLY WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASN'T FEELING GOOD AT ALL TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU EXPECTED ME TO GO CLEAR THE STOREROOM IZZIT?!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO ME RISK MY LIFE FOR LION DANCE?&lt;br /&gt;IF I FAINTED WHILE SHIFTING THE THINGS, YOU WILL PAY FOR MY MEDICAL BILLS IZZIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT LIKE I'M BEING AN IRRESPONSIBLE KID, DIDN'T INFORM ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD JOY ALREADY OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money issue.&lt;br /&gt;1k was taken from the lion dance fund and i was not even told about it.&lt;br /&gt;50 bucks was taken before that and i can close one eye that i wasn't told, since it was a small amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it’s 1K that we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we had already stated in the rule that any amount taken should inform either me or leon?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you guys already inform leon. that i not too sure. so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i am so sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE SENTENCE FOR YOU, ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU LIKE TO BOSS ME AROUND SO MUCH, I HAND OVER MY POSITION TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE FOR THIS DAMN PRESIDENT POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-5178421811818525662?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5178421811818525662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/5178421811818525662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-you.html' title='screw you'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2720300713230097739</id><published>2007-04-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:16:59.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so feel like giving up.'/><title type='text'>haircut.</title><content type='html'>i cut my hair real short.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy with it=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWNUMTgFI/AAAAAAAAACM/V5L8Jgv5Pi4/s1600-h/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444718808039506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWNUMTgFI/AAAAAAAAACM/V5L8Jgv5Pi4/s320/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWNkMTgGI/AAAAAAAAACU/VBcVsjG9BAo/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444723103006818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWNkMTgGI/AAAAAAAAACU/VBcVsjG9BAo/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up-close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWN0MTgHI/AAAAAAAAACc/NebBAZxkUrg/s1600-h/DSC00435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444727397974130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWN0MTgHI/AAAAAAAAACc/NebBAZxkUrg/s320/DSC00435.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzeting say cheezzze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood seems to be like a merry-go-round ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one second feeling happy and the next second pissed off by some nonsensical things.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i didn't get enough sleep. i can't get to sleep last night, till 6plus in the morning and the reason was that i slept too much in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so frustrated over lion dance stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;sure, there isn't much for me to be troubled about.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, a very much relaxing job. since there is the help from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't understand why, ever since don't know when that i come across these 2 words, i become moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thousands of whys in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of the things inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of getting numerous phone calls from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of hearing commands, questionings, pressing issues coming from either the president of wushu, lawrence or kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of sending what seems like thousands and thousands of stupid emails and god knows what if the emails i send is being read, or just treated as one of those millions junk mails which will be deleted over 20 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of sending sms stating the current events and bloody hell wasted my 28 msg just to make sure that everyone will read and get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't demand for a simple acknowledgement of the sms being sent.&lt;br /&gt;for i know, given myself, i won't too.&lt;br /&gt;for that i understand. simply because i know silence means consent and people will make an effort to be present for whatever shitty performances or rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given the case where you already know ages ago that you won't be able to make it due to some reason, should you take the initiative to KINDLY RESPOND to my sms the minute you received the message?&lt;br /&gt;maybe due to the fact of working or whatever that cause you couldn't touch your phone, which you can't reply immediately.&lt;br /&gt;i understand and i don't mind. REALLY. as long as you replied with your long due reasons for not coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't see the reason why, how come, it take ages, like 2 days, to reply?&lt;br /&gt;do you think i am so freaking free to entertain this?&lt;br /&gt;either reply stating that you will be coming or you will not be coming or don't bother to even reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. cca fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;cca fiesta is approaching and i have not even draft up the time slot to see who will be taking over what shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't have everyone's timetable and i remembered sending out email requesting for all's timetable. i guess my email is being treated as junk mail. maybe you guys think i'm spamming your a/c with my endless emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing this so that the cca fiesta won't eat into our lesson time. being absent for the 1st lesson isn't nice right.&lt;br /&gt;or is it that i'm the only one who thinks so?&lt;br /&gt;or that there is this stupid excuse letter so that it allows us all to pon all 3 days lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, have it ever occurred that since there's excuse letter why should i still ask for timetables? easy, cause the cca booth is so small that it can't fit all the 12 of us in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not all; we have to SHARE the booth with WUSHU. we don't dominate the whole booth. hence even more no space to squeeze in all the 12 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. forget about these whole pointless issues.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell should i still be bothering when none cared, none responded.&lt;br /&gt;what more worst is that i still have to plastered a smile on my face each time, be nice and sound polite on each email being send, after all the rubbish i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think what the hell is tzeting kicking up a fuss over such small trival issues. what the hell is her problem.&lt;br /&gt;put yourself in her shoe and you will understand how frustrating it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know how lawrence felt then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~big sign... feel so much better now that i thrash it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2720300713230097739?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2720300713230097739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2720300713230097739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/haircut.html' title='haircut.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhpWNUMTgFI/AAAAAAAAACM/V5L8Jgv5Pi4/s72-c/DSC00194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-3437258261783808074</id><published>2007-04-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:08:11.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my shoes=))'/><title type='text'>birkenstock</title><content type='html'>i have been eyeing this for some time and finally decided to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhcvFEMTgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/aAcjsz4xzn8/s1600-h/my+birkenstock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050557271190503490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhcvFEMTgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/aAcjsz4xzn8/s320/my+birkenstock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me its ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i like it ALOT and i had a hard time choosing the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foot is long but skinny. hence if i take a size smaller, the length won't fit so nicely but the width will close in nicely with my foot.&lt;br /&gt;but if i got the right size for the length, then there will be quite some space, thus will be loose.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i decided to get the size that fit the length exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking of changing phone recently.&lt;br /&gt;should i change to w850i? or should i wait for new phone to be out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should wait instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-3437258261783808074?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3437258261783808074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3437258261783808074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/birkenstock.html' title='birkenstock'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RhcvFEMTgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/aAcjsz4xzn8/s72-c/my+birkenstock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-4197006389536302278</id><published>2007-04-07T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:59:33.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am spending money like water running from the tap'/><title type='text'>shopping today</title><content type='html'>am feeling kind of guilty went i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be celebrating my niece birthday at night.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logically thinking, by the time i reached my aunty house(opposite my house), there won't be much food left. so i decided to continue shopping with ling. shopping seems more appealing at that particular time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong =.=&lt;br /&gt;mommy told me that my aunty had packed food for me, my favourite food somemore. and there xiao long bao and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i not feel guilty?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;saw joy at town, wanted to call her.&lt;br /&gt;but was too far, furthermore there a glass that separate bread talk and the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;we still meet and went shopping, and then she went off for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg-ean should help out sg-ean.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, for charity. something that one will do willinging.&lt;br /&gt;but for personal gain, don't you find its abit ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;and why must i be the one?&lt;br /&gt;what's happened when i'm in financial crisis?&lt;br /&gt;who will help me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4197006389536302278?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4197006389536302278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4197006389536302278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/shopping-today.html' title='shopping today'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2607070739649234589</id><published>2007-03-29T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:54:30.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn freaking tired.'/><title type='text'>grumbles!</title><content type='html'>7.37am, it’s like so freaking early.&lt;br /&gt;am scheduled to do enrolment for IS module at 8am =((&lt;br /&gt;so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid all good classes are filled up. so i go for the 1st timeslot instead of the 2nd timeslot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the module right; event management.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i got the class wrong.&lt;br /&gt;there's 4 8am classes, if i didn't remb wrongly. out of the 4, 3 is at blk 56 and 1 is at blk 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the experience of having IS lessons for both the previous sem at blk 74, i will not take the same blk again. it's like so far and up the slope. so tiring, troublesome and confirm will be late for more than 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...... i chose blk 56.&lt;br /&gt;one of it is located at level 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny told me ytd that around convention centre that blk is haunted; especially level 6. so i block that class out.&lt;br /&gt;left 2 more classes, both at level 4. i just anyhow choose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always got nice (super nice and funny) IS lecturers, who don't mind my lateness, still letting me into the class and letting us mark our own attendance. (but i still hate IS and still don't know how to appreciated their nice-nest--&gt; is this word in the dictionary? my English sux.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully this time the lecturer is nice. don't mind me being late for max. 1hr (since it starts at 8am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i got the time wrong.&lt;br /&gt;thurs got lion dance training.&lt;br /&gt;i took 8am to 12pm class, training at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;so what am i suppose to do during the interval?&lt;br /&gt;go home? though NP quite near my house but i go home jiu dont feel like going out alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have taken the 1pm class. at least i can slp longer.&lt;br /&gt;but who ask me to forgot abt training when i choose the timetable =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, done with the grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2607070739649234589?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2607070739649234589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2607070739649234589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/grumbles.html' title='grumbles!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2443094802099162646</id><published>2007-03-24T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:54:56.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steamboat'/><title type='text'>nice story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm"&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice and touching story.&lt;br /&gt;but damn, i read and read and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till its chapter 17 and it tells me that i need to purchased the book to know the ending; chapter 18, 19 and 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so anxious to know whether the guy die or not.&lt;br /&gt;so anxious to know whether its a happy or sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i shall go bathe.&lt;br /&gt;meeting f7 and the guys for steamboat later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2443094802099162646?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2443094802099162646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2443094802099162646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-story.html' title='nice story'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-1847267087373306785</id><published>2007-03-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:23:21.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timetable'/><title type='text'>dreeeaaaam</title><content type='html'>had a dream ytd night.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i ask bel "oh, u went to repair your laptop alr?"&lt;br /&gt;bel replied "yup, i just went to acer center today. now my laptop okay alr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today bel told me that she at acer center repairing her laptop! =.=&lt;br /&gt;wah, so xie men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml meeting juan and the others to choose our timetable.&lt;br /&gt;we will choose one nice nice timetable =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-1847267087373306785?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1847267087373306785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/1847267087373306785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreeeaaaam.html' title='dreeeaaaam'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-4301298758956271581</id><published>2007-03-14T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:53:56.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfied'/><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>i thought NP will message me about my result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it appears that they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;and i know why!&lt;br /&gt;cause i forgot to go NPal and confirm my number with them and state that i want them to inform me through sms. (which they even send a sms to remind me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last min study, thus cannot ask for too much. can pass i'm already super happy.&lt;br /&gt;though not consider very fantastic, but am contented.&lt;br /&gt;at the very least my gpa improved! 3.4545 leh. and this time round no Cs in my result slip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more surprisingly is that CIP and OB i got A.&lt;br /&gt;these 2 modules really give me big big headache. still remb complaining to penny that i will fail these 2 modules.&lt;br /&gt;even OCOM! can't believe i get B. thought i will see a D. given that lecturer's "i will fail everyone of you" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that is left to be worried about is... timetable.&lt;br /&gt;hope there won't be much changes to the classes.&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll get into the class of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone scored quite well this sem =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-4301298758956271581?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4301298758956271581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/4301298758956271581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-8445966006401929803</id><published>2007-03-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:28:00.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><title type='text'>eavesdrops</title><content type='html'>i have no idea how to start blogging this post.&lt;br /&gt;this is the 1st post that is racking my brain juice and so is my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am having these mixed feelings. maybe that's the reason to why i can't find the right words to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once bitten twice shy... right?&lt;br /&gt;but why is it that from the way i looked, you don't feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;instead you repeat the same mistake time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, it doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;but it’s bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, let's just hope that history will not repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess your actions will be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you read the personal message pasted on my nick?!&lt;br /&gt;clearly stated that i do not wish to talk nor reply you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to entertain your nonsense and neither am i closely related to you, so stop your wishy-washy mushy names calling.&lt;br /&gt;please! save it for someone who wish to hear those words from you.&lt;br /&gt;as far as i'm concern, you are just staining my lappy. that i feel like buying a new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-8445966006401929803?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8445966006401929803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8445966006401929803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/eavesdrops.html' title='eavesdrops'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-3227255128384671947</id><published>2007-03-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:27:05.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='been so absent minded these few days.'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>my blog been accmulating spider webs. so i'm here to clear it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;i think about 1 month ago, while shopping with penny at raffles city or izzit city link (can't remb), we came across this shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, juan!!!&lt;br /&gt;juan! since when u open this shop? never tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkEMKsRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElYDNGWo4g0/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039989849896797746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkEMKsRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElYDNGWo4g0/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkEcKsRlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0W37whx4mfI/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;the aunties going to bei wo men qi si le. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;got these 5 of us under her department is so 'lucky.'&lt;br /&gt;we did some wrong things (not on purpose). so instead of helping them, we made them more busy. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, just as we finished our lunch, we came across this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjCMKsRcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C0g317mCAgQ/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039988716025431490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjCMKsRcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C0g317mCAgQ/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjCcKsRdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jdJBeaS8aW8/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039988720320398802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjCcKsRdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jdJBeaS8aW8/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 1st sentence that came out of our mouth were; "wahhh! shark fin ah?!" LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;then we look more closely... no leh, not shark fin. salted fish?&lt;br /&gt;in the end we still don't know what's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one happy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my job in spore food industry ended. so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chi shi on sunday. was super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;in addition to having to wake up at 7am the next morning, aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;let's see some photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at my hse, 30 plus oranges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh78KsRXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8NPASNmJSk/s1600-h/P1010432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039987509139621234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh78KsRXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8NPASNmJSk/s320/P1010432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh78KsRYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uQXmw97Jp_s/s1600-h/P1010433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039987509139621250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh78KsRYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uQXmw97Jp_s/s320/P1010433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh78KsRXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8NPASNmJSk/s1600-h/P1010432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh8MKsRZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jeJbQKEXTw0/s1600-h/P1010434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039987513434588562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh8MKsRZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jeJbQKEXTw0/s320/P1010434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh8MKsRaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wP_PSKK3xQA/s1600-h/P1010435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039987513434588578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh8MKsRaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wP_PSKK3xQA/s320/P1010435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh-MKsRbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N32usjqOxBw/s1600-h/P1010437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039987547794326962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGh-MKsRbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N32usjqOxBw/s320/P1010437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjE8KsReI/AAAAAAAAABE/9mcAsF4htx0/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039988763270071778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjE8KsReI/AAAAAAAAABE/9mcAsF4htx0/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjFMKsRfI/AAAAAAAAABM/p5Qc7Co0gOc/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039988767565039090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjFMKsRfI/AAAAAAAAABM/p5Qc7Co0gOc/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my aunty's car. missing one stroke i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjFcKsRgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Xe5YmHunwj0/s1600-h/P1010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039988771860006402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGjFcKsRgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Xe5YmHunwj0/s320/P1010380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkD8KsRhI/AAAAAAAAABc/OZJrFWv5FKo/s1600-h/P3040392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039989845601830418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkD8KsRhI/AAAAAAAAABc/OZJrFWv5FKo/s320/P3040392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e 15th, only we 3 girls came.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz, i'm sick! so sway! down with flu and sore throat. hao nan shou wor =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-3227255128384671947?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3227255128384671947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/3227255128384671947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIAS3R5NpJc/RfGkEMKsRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElYDNGWo4g0/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-8039021852883124840</id><published>2007-03-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:50:38.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope everything goes well or rather i hope they will just missed out due to lateness. if not...'/><title type='text'>been thinking...</title><content type='html'>$5.50 per hour, to me that's too little. too little to get me working to my best.&lt;br /&gt;but to someone who is old enough to be my grandma, its consider alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking that i have been underemployed. (which i still thinks so)&lt;br /&gt;until, this someone who is old enough to be my grandma change my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;she cleans the toilet. which i always will grunble that the toilet is smelly, got cockroach's smell. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, my heart goes out for her.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm begining to think that i should be thankful instead of showing my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is friday. i finally survived 1 whole week.&lt;br /&gt;still have 4 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i remembered what i want to blog about alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday to my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot his birthday =S and even asked my mum what are we celebrating? why dinner all seafood?&lt;br /&gt;eh, i'm not the only one who forgot okay. my sis and bro also forgot =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore to show our apologies, i decided to treat my daddy to watch lion dance, since he likes watching it.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, he wants to invite in the 1st place. just that i told him i paying instead.&lt;br /&gt;luckily is shared by my sis bro and mum ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-8039021852883124840?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8039021852883124840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/8039021852883124840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-thinking.html' title='been thinking...'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-2208714920524984391</id><published>2007-02-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:29:28.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just crapping to clear the webs.'/><title type='text'>update update</title><content type='html'>someone complain that i long time never update and got nothing to read.&lt;br /&gt;haha. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny... ang baos... tibits... gamble... late night sleep... drinking... good food... etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ang bao money increase.&lt;br /&gt;i gamble less this year.&lt;br /&gt;i sleep quite early these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, chu sai.&lt;br /&gt;was fun, happy but tired. (as i typed fun, happy but tired i remb in primary 6, everytime when writing composition, all teachers will ask us to end it with "all was well, though tired but happy."&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-2208714920524984391?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2208714920524984391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/2208714920524984391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/02/update-update.html' title='update update'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-117155747547611495</id><published>2007-02-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:37:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping shopping and more shopping</title><content type='html'>today mark the end of exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't be any happier. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes super fast during exams.&lt;br /&gt;not long ago, i was still complaining and stressing over not having sufficient time to study finish all relating topics.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much confident that i will score well for all modules.&lt;br /&gt;i can already predict my result slip: no A's.&lt;br /&gt;i can vision myself sweeping roads in the future. banker dream dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of studies and exams stuff. now is the time for relaxation, enjoying life, eat good food, play, shop, get more ang baos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so juan, mel, bel, meishan, jacqueline and i went town after ob exams today!&lt;br /&gt;first thing first, we have to satisfy our basic needs before having to motivation to do other things, basic needs=eating.&lt;br /&gt;went ding tai feng for lunch. we even had a cake cause we spent more than $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/790728/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/77497/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were super full and were so relieve that the cake was a small one.&lt;br /&gt;we already were having problems finishing our main course, nevertheless to finishing the cake. so we end up playing and messing around with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/7954/DSC01221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/428903/DSC01221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there were 6 of us it equates to 3 couples.&lt;br /&gt;mel and bel as "couple" no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;juan and i as "couple" no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;jacqueline and meishan as "couple" no. 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready, action!......&lt;br /&gt;first up was "couple" no. 1.... presenting mel and bel. (take 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/380981/DSC00625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/548102/DSC00625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT! NG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/853938/DSC00623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/700408/DSC00623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big smiles on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next "couple" no. 2... juan and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/508404/DSC00621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/439991/DSC00621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles on our face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, "couple" no. 3...... jacqueline and meishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/148478/DSC00622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/375318/DSC00622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so sad like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we shop shop shop till we really drop; drop dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-117155747547611495?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117155747547611495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117155747547611495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping-shopping-and-more-shopping.html' title='shopping shopping and more shopping'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-117052051817496292</id><published>2007-02-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:35:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the queen for the day!</title><content type='html'>18th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;so old already...&lt;br /&gt;able to do alot of things...&lt;br /&gt;most importantly....&lt;br /&gt;learn driving!&lt;br /&gt;don't have to squeeze onto bus 61 just to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at ding tai feng.&lt;br /&gt;1st time, dine in a room isolated from the rest of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/314689/DSC00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/513069/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/964799/DSC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/970734/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenneth cutting the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/383693/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/994897/DSC00235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joy cutting the cake seriously, making sure that everyone has a good share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/530294/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/971536/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oppsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/359773/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/828988/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cake destroyed. ahahahahaha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/552865/DSC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/482691/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my share. big big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/648617/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/890240/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say the cake smelly.&lt;br /&gt;and i still so innocently take and smell.&lt;br /&gt;luckily my reflex was fast enough eh =x&lt;br /&gt;if not my face kana cake liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end still kana la. @#!#% LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, what matters is everyone being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/498649/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/460274/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present from the f7s=))&lt;br /&gt;nope, not bra. is bikini.&lt;br /&gt;yea, don't worry. i will treasure the present de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/416131/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/659194/DSC00246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ang bao money from my aunties and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for all the birthday wishes =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-117052051817496292?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117052051817496292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117052051817496292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-queen-for-day.html' title='i&apos;m the queen for the day!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-117035213719473564</id><published>2007-02-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:48:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but the fun overwhelm the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-117035213719473564?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117035213719473564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117035213719473564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-117024700679900941</id><published>2007-01-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:39:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my bro =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we may have disagreement over issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we may have different views over things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we may fight over some very small stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we do have those times when we ganged up together to make fun of people, laugh out loud together, play together and being a little clown together when we were young. (with our sis too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i may grumble about how irritating you are sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you may grumble about what a brat i am sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nevertheless, am sure you know that i love this bro of mine to bits and i know you love me, this sis of yours to bits too=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;last but not least, a very happy birthday to my bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;study hard and play as hard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-117024700679900941?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117024700679900941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/117024700679900941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-boy.html' title='birthday boy!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116937417617607585</id><published>2007-01-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:09:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye-doting session and amazing toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/629013/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/772934/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/51738/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/445518/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/832425/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/147102/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/264138/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/448797/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/935067/DSC00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/996208/DSC00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newly bought lion heads.&lt;br /&gt;1st time wearing the fur fur pants too.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my senior's blog. (i said senior and not friend cause we don't talk much. when we do talk, nothing really flow.)&lt;br /&gt;read read read and read....&lt;br /&gt;i come across these.&lt;br /&gt;1st thought was "wah! interesting. how come the school allow people to vandalize the toilet?"&lt;br /&gt;vandalize in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purpose?&lt;br /&gt;wanting people to meditate on the toilet bowl? to shit longer right. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i guess meditating on the toilet bowl is the highest level to gain enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when one sits beneath an apple tree to learn about gravity. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, take a look......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/748641/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/635601/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/260170/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/524108/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/799950/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/519014/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/260170/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee, its really in a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/454520/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/20320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;to gain enlightment while shitting or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and then moving to the next toilet after finished reading from this toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess which school these toilets belong to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Guess Correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is COMMONWEALTH SECONDARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Congratulation but no prize even if its correctly guessed =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116937417617607585?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116937417617607585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116937417617607585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/eye-doting-session-and-amazing-toilet.html' title='eye-doting session and amazing toilet'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116923343947983616</id><published>2007-01-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:26:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NP Open House Day 2</title><content type='html'>so i decided to go for CATS today.&lt;br /&gt;i reached at around 2pm. was late for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;last CATS lesson! can't be happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour invited lion dance for performance.&lt;br /&gt;by this troupe called nan xian.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. was already half deaf already and still have to endure another around of this noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after SnW, i went to find sam and penny.&lt;br /&gt;then sam went off to book a place to see project superstar at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i went to take candy floss. once.&lt;br /&gt;before i headed for convention center, i went to take candy floss. twice. (requested for a big big one)&lt;br /&gt;at school of health science, i took another candy floss. thrice and last for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat till my tongue becomes pink.&lt;br /&gt;seeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/943712/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/602858/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit blur. but our tongue did became more pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/507667/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/698186/DSC00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take balloons. so no face can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;penny can pass off as a non-year 1. but i can't. am wearing SnW shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/234093/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/141597/DSC00113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my balloon =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to look at the project superstar thingy.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao! they very the da pai lo. say 6pm, but arrived at almost 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;see see for 10 mins or so, took a few photos then went off already.&lt;br /&gt;they don't have the power to make me want to see till the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/118124/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/512063/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/307986/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/621329/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy more shuai than darren lo. opps, don't know his name.&lt;br /&gt;can't blame me, i only watch 1-2 times only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/63825/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/359442/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he more shuai in real person leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i still want to repeat this again......&lt;br /&gt;i still think School of BA has the best layout and looks nicest of all leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously your facial expressions don’t match with your intentions.&lt;br /&gt;therefore it makes me think that you don't care less.&lt;br /&gt;therefore it makes me think that you are just saying for the sake of saying.&lt;br /&gt;you think your 'good friend' words will work on me.&lt;br /&gt;HA! stop being so naive!&lt;br /&gt;do you think that i am just a 3 year old kid?!&lt;br /&gt;i can differentiate whether you are interested or simply just fu yan me K!&lt;br /&gt;have you not heard of actions speak louder than words?&lt;br /&gt;as proven, actions are more effective than words. words are useless without actions.&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding and confusion will set in when non-verbal communication refutes with your words.&lt;br /&gt;therefore it is common sense for me to think that you only come find me when in need, but when i want to share/tell you things, you just simply stare at some blank space, give me that stupid stony face of yours or interrupt me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate interruptions and hate people not paying the basic attention when i'm talking or asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;it begins to be more and more irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating that i think one fine day... i will blow up on you.&lt;br /&gt;nope, to be more cruel, i will not blow up on you. i will treat you the same way you treat others. let you have the taste of your own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to do some serious reflections. cause not only i find you irritating. others too.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you should take oral communication.&lt;br /&gt;it will help you to improve your communication skills. that's one feasible solution for you. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116923343947983616?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116923343947983616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116923343947983616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/np-open-house-day-2.html' title='NP Open House Day 2'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116918213741352574</id><published>2007-01-19T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:52:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;had impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;just a 2 mins on-the-spot questions can make us go the extra mile by preparing for it and making us so stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/536796/Picture%20(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/276467/Picture%2520%2528463%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an effort of hong ming, ben, bel, juan and i by preparing all the related topics.&lt;br /&gt;totaled 50 plus plus topics. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday......&lt;br /&gt;was a very tiring and busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP open house started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school of BA had this VIP card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/437361/DSC02241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/289497/DSC02241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think with this completed, by collecting stamps? or sticker? and u can win some prize.&lt;br /&gt;we went to lots of places to see the open house.&lt;br /&gt;and my conclusion was....&lt;br /&gt;school of BA is the nicest of all other school already.&lt;br /&gt;with red carpet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i ate alots of candy floss!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;somemore its free!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to juan, we got the biggest candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation with the candy floss maker:&lt;br /&gt;juan: i want one big candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;maker: how big do you want?&lt;br /&gt;juan: the biggest that you can make.&lt;br /&gt;maker: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the candy floss maker was busy making the big candy floss as requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maker: big enough? or you want bigger?&lt;br /&gt;juan: ya, want bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so candy floss maker continued to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maker: like that can? or you want bigger?&lt;br /&gt;juan: ya, want bigger.&lt;br /&gt;ting: enough le la. very big already leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da... our big candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/666482/DSC00353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/639010/DSC00353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big right. was big enough to cover my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/423395/DSC02236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/809782/DSC02236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was big enough to cover bel's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/374328/DSC02237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/241437/DSC02237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is therefore big enough to cover juan's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/880685/DSC00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/64225/DSC00354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our big big candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;but in a few minutes, we finished the candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went back to ask for 2 more sticks of candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;and later after OB, we went back again to take more. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;think that person also know who we are already. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning, had eye-doting session at the NP open house.&lt;br /&gt;at night, went chu shi.&lt;br /&gt;was extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;till now, my one of my fingers is still numb and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;and my ear appeared still abit deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/755803/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/795672/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/488289/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/621282/DSC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st attempt. joy say my hand appeared to be not so long. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/66234/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/878086/DSC00104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd attempt. took by joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/12304/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/551439/DSC00105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd attempt. took by angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home quite late.&lt;br /&gt;intended to go online since i haven been online for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end didn't.&lt;br /&gt;was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;right reach home, eat dinner, rest awhile, bath, blow my hair dry and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;covered with the smell of incense.&lt;br /&gt;i wash my hair twice with shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;i really think my hair's nutrients going to fall off by washing too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now is 12.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;am having lesson at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;but then who cares.&lt;br /&gt;CATS only. presentations are over.&lt;br /&gt;and given the rules, we can afford to miss 2 lessons for CATS.&lt;br /&gt;so far i haven missed any, so either i'll go late today or i don't go.&lt;br /&gt;haven decide yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to fall sick soon, having the feeling of sick.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming so i cannot afford to fall sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116918213741352574?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116918213741352574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116918213741352574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116862553294200764</id><published>2007-01-13T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:12:12.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah. my rantings.</title><content type='html'>this sem. a short one.&lt;br /&gt;this week,&lt;br /&gt;projects assigements, presentations are due.&lt;br /&gt;CIP presentation is over.&lt;br /&gt;CATS presentation is over too.&lt;br /&gt;bstats common test is over three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week...&lt;br /&gt;mon: ocom test.wed:&lt;br /&gt;ocom impromptu=formal wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... that's it! no more ocom lectures and tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 16...&lt;br /&gt;thurs: OB presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to attend the final CATS tutorial next friday.&lt;br /&gt;last lesson. i shall go at 1pm plus plus reaching 2pm, since attendance is mark by ourselves. or maybe i will just get my friend to help me mark attendance. hahaha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder: a newspaper article for analysis for microecons.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid that i will forget about doing the newspaper article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;exams coming again.&lt;br /&gt;i so hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;exams=stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want long holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want long term breaks!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want my sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go train drumming!!! (i want to better my drumming.)&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, find that i sux at drumming.&lt;br /&gt;and have got the motivation to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;last time...&lt;br /&gt;i played half-heartly. i just can't be bothered. i don't even care whether i sux or not. i just don't like to play the drum due to my own perception.&lt;br /&gt;but now i mind. and i want to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slut. bitch. 3rd party. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;don't understand what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;from the very start you already know that. and you still. no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;got nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116862553294200764?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116862553294200764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116862553294200764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah-blah-blah-my-rantings.html' title='blah blah blah. my rantings.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116815686553439465</id><published>2007-01-07T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:42:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wed. thurs. fri. sat.</title><content type='html'>wednesday&lt;br /&gt;zhijuan belinda and i went town.&lt;br /&gt;before that, we went to bel taitai the one of her many houses.&lt;br /&gt;nice of her to invite us to her house. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and wow! its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/72786/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/478945/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here. just an idea of her beautiful house.&lt;br /&gt;nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/882413/DSC00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/944194/DSC00243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;had OB. had a relief teacher teaching us.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really paying much attention during his class. =x&lt;br /&gt;instead we were busy making green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/502504/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/665244/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/383536/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/402417/DSC00036.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da! had bubbles instead. but its nice to drink. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and later had training.&lt;br /&gt;long time didn't do stretching.&lt;br /&gt;now acheing all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;had CATS lesson.&lt;br /&gt;before hand, i met up with my project mates to finish our project.&lt;br /&gt;i was late. but wasn't the latest.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;went to CATS classroom.&lt;br /&gt;drew an ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/206462/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/627315/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/590776/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/363848/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. i drew one leh.&lt;br /&gt;if i had known earlier, i would have choose joy the course to study =S&lt;br /&gt;i admit not very nicely drawn.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, its consider very good alr.&lt;br /&gt;imagine this is drawn in 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;got to admit i have talent in drawing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough. self-praise is no praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;met penny.&lt;br /&gt;went acer to collect my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;then went sony ericsson to repair penny's phone.&lt;br /&gt;after that went jp.&lt;br /&gt;penny eat yu pian mee fen (slice fish noodles). and i watch her eat.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i want anne sui the perfume!! the green colour one.&lt;br /&gt;smell very nice. but... its expensive.&lt;br /&gt;right. must save money alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116815686553439465?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116815686553439465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116815686553439465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/wed-thurs-fri-sat.html' title='wed. thurs. fri. sat.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116775057233471728</id><published>2007-01-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:12:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha.</title><content type='html'>school starting tml.&lt;br /&gt;walking up the slope to IS block and/or to lecture theater, just turned me off.&lt;br /&gt;in addition to carrying lappy to school every monday.&lt;br /&gt;i should have bought the smaller size and much lighter lappy.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, since when had i become so lazy?!&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, my lappy is still my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy not fetching me to school tml=(&lt;br /&gt;nonono, not that he don't dote on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just that my bro and sis the school more far.&lt;br /&gt;and it means i had to wake up very early tml.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;okay, not more late-ness. 1 of my resolutions right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, my sis can't get to sleep. having insomia ba?&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm not cursing her =S&lt;br /&gt;seems like my family can't get rid of the 'jjc curse' huh.&lt;br /&gt;i have got 4 cousins going for jjc during 1st 3 mths.&lt;br /&gt;out of the 4, 1 stayed in jjc after 1st 3 mths.&lt;br /&gt;the other 3 went to acjc, rjc blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;then next was me -&gt; jjc (1st 3 mths)&lt;br /&gt;now my sis -&gt; jjc (1st 3 mths)&lt;br /&gt;not sure if she wants to stay after the 3 mths. shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bday to melvin.&lt;br /&gt;lucky to have bday at 1st jan leh=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116775057233471728?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116775057233471728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116775057233471728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahaha.html' title='hahaha.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116766766238766223</id><published>2007-01-01T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:07:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year. a new start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy new year =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2006 has now become a memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2007 is an anticipating year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;right. my new year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. i will study real hard from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. i wil do all my tutorials homework for every modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. i will try my very best not to be late for lessons and or any meet-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. stop procrastinating of any work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. try to be more soft-tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. help my mummy with a little housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. when i got the money, i will go learn driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. be more serious during training time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;all right. that's all for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i will succeed. yes, i know i will if i have the will to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i just changed my phone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a new year with a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not a bad start huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;once again happy new year to everyone. lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116766766238766223?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116766766238766223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116766766238766223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='a new year. a new start.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116757988046306091</id><published>2006-12-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:51:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year end speech. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;year end speech 2006. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;no la, just some pros and cons and losses and gains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eventful year.&lt;br /&gt;however, this year passes super fast, like a fast-forward train ride.&lt;br /&gt;so fast that looking back, i seems to have done quite a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, say alot also can't consider as alot, while saying a few also can't consider as a few.&lt;br /&gt;so fast that it seems like only yesterday that i received my o's results. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2006&lt;br /&gt;i have......&lt;br /&gt;-gotten into jjc for 1st 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;-joined jjc's lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;-cured my hatred and fear towards lion dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-understand alittle more of lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;-gotten into ngee ann.&lt;br /&gt;-gotten into the course of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;-joined np lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;-make quite a number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;-passed 1st sem of year 1.&lt;br /&gt;-got a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-gotten a job.&lt;br /&gt;-quit job.&lt;br /&gt;-earn some money.&lt;br /&gt;-successfully promoted to 2nd sem of year 1.&lt;br /&gt;-gain quite alot of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;-knew some hypocrite people.&lt;br /&gt;-break up with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-grown alot. not in height, but in the way of my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;-stronger bonds with my dear f7 sisters =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, good and bad/ ups and downs/loss and gain.&lt;br /&gt;goods and ups, for i've gotten what i wanted and yearn for; like getting into the course of my choice, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;though i kind of had alittle regretted. but i will, die die also will complete my studies. its my choice afterall.&lt;br /&gt;bads and downs, for knowing some hyprocrite people.&lt;br /&gt;happy for my gains but i don't feel sad over my loss, weird, maybe i had never like...&lt;br /&gt;but hey! i'm happy with my life=))&lt;br /&gt;not considered exciting but for me its good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't went for countdown this year.&lt;br /&gt;too last minute alr.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like going town during this time of the year too.&lt;br /&gt;too many people causes hunam jam. and i don't really like body contacts; esp. strangers and b*****. hahaga guess yourself =D&lt;br /&gt;so, counting down at home with my sis and bro by playing sparkles and watching channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. eh, don't laugh okay. at least i have childhood. ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116757988046306091?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116757988046306091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116757988046306091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-end-speech-haha.html' title='a year end speech. haha.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116750405689464645</id><published>2006-12-31T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:47:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days without lappy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;... is so not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my lappy is hospitalised for 3 working days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but who will work on monday? its new year you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and who will work on tuesday? its public holiday you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so it will be wednesday till i see my bao bei lappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sian. no lappy do project feels so not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;watched charlotte's web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;supposed to watch night at the museum at 11.20am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;overslept and end up watching charlotte's web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some funny parts. one ignorant pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;both penny and i don't find it touching and somehow kind of boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but penny's sister cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after movie, me and penny watch a free show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ah bengs fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my life being endangered at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wonder why nobody call the police?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i guess we just like to watch free show huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nice punching but no bloood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, i'm not evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't wish for anyone to get hurt in that ah beng fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;less than 24 hrs to new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lets welcome 2007 with big big smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright i shall go sleep and return blogging later on, with a brief summary of what i have learnt in 2006 and with new resolutions for 2007 =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116750405689464645?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116750405689464645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116750405689464645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/days-without-lappy.html' title='days without lappy...'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116731815587579598</id><published>2006-12-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T04:26:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain racking</title><content type='html'>was surfing the net for my project.&lt;br /&gt;found out that perception has some link to psychology.&lt;br /&gt;after all its the study of human relations/beheaviour/personality in organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come across this sentence;&lt;br /&gt;"It is your attitude toward life that determines life's attitude toward you."&lt;br /&gt;meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;though i don't really get the meaning.(maybe my brain is shutting down alr)&lt;br /&gt;awhile later, i find that i can't find any relevant information.&lt;br /&gt;so i switch to doing CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP&lt;br /&gt;description of the product that we are selling:&lt;br /&gt;-about the product that we are selling.&lt;br /&gt;and i find that i need to see what sort of accessories we are selling.&lt;br /&gt;before having the idea of how to describe our product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a plain ring, to do up our model of a ring mouse.&lt;br /&gt;i mean really plain and of certain wideness, so that we can draw things on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;anyone got any suggestion of where to buy that?&lt;br /&gt;must be cheap and real cheap.&lt;br /&gt;then don't want to spend so much on a project.&lt;br /&gt;arghh!! really is the lamest and useless module i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;still need the summition of the product that nobody had come up with.&lt;br /&gt;like we were able to come up with a real ring mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to read somebody's blog.&lt;br /&gt;my head was like spinning.&lt;br /&gt;i have to really rack my brain to think what she is blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;i only managed to catch part and parcel of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she said seems to bring some meaning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;on second thought her situation seems kind of worse?&lt;br /&gt;whatever is the case, it just so happen that i click upon her link, and realised that i'm very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;for there's someone out there who are experiencing something more worse.&lt;br /&gt;and then i come to feel pity her and feel happy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm being so inhuman.&lt;br /&gt;here i am feeling happy when i come to know that there's someone who is feeling not so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha, cause i know i love myself more.&lt;br /&gt;eh, me being happy is not build on someone else sadness okay.&lt;br /&gt;just that i feel i'm so fortunate as compare to those who meet in a mishap and i should not demand so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*text are edited for her interest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she said was:&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't the first time that i'm seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;however, the feeling wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;all the things she get was what i used to get.&lt;br /&gt;how good will that feel?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps perhaps......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;when you once gotten hurt deeply.&lt;br /&gt;you will tend to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and trying to change my thinking or to come out from that protection shield can't be done overnight right?&lt;br /&gt;i need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all her other december entries, this is the only entry that i understand.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stupid or what.&lt;br /&gt;just that she goes in cricles before making her stand more defined.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, its really difficult to understand what she is trying to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i just feel so bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116731815587579598?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116731815587579598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116731815587579598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/brain-racking.html' title='brain racking'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116716129573678693</id><published>2006-12-27T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:32:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alot to blog but....</title><content type='html'>that right, but&lt;br /&gt;i just forgot what is it that i want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh, stm ah.&lt;br /&gt;after christmas, new year will be arriving.&lt;br /&gt;time to come up with new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;belated merry christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great christmas and christmas eve this year=))&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't get to eat log cake this year, due to too many people and the log cake is not big enough to cater to the people presented at my uncle's house. let alone 'da bao' home like the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well... there's always next year, like 364 more days.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. its okay.&lt;br /&gt;a turkey, a half-done steak and few pieces of ham is also good enough.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for all the presents.&lt;br /&gt;i'll will get fatter at the rate that i'm eating the cadbury milk trays and ferrero rochers.&lt;br /&gt;thanks zhijuan for your present too. (i've got your present and you got mine=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know how to cook spaghetti. at least its edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven touch any of the projects yet.&lt;br /&gt;CIP- i think we need to review what we had done the previous time for there's some changes.&lt;br /&gt;OB- we haven touch that yet.&lt;br /&gt;CATS- nothing have been done yet too.&lt;br /&gt;so many projects due when school reopen and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml(wed)&lt;br /&gt;i finally am going to bring my lappy for servicing.&lt;br /&gt;it's really giving me so many problems. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;1st i cannot bluetooth anything.&lt;br /&gt;2nd the battery life is really short.&lt;br /&gt;3rd it will out of the sudden hang whenever i didn't connect it to the adapter.&lt;br /&gt;4th i just realised when i was using my lappy just now, its the worst that i can ever imagine, i cannot surf the net, sign in to msn or anything.&lt;br /&gt;really is cannot. i check all the switches and the cables and its still the same.&lt;br /&gt;i give up and use the house com instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm transfering everything thing from lappy to thumb drive(s).&lt;br /&gt;so ma fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough of grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;its 3.25am. i need to and am going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;meeting penny at 10.30am later to go to acer center and sony ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;and meeting the rest of the F7 for k-session at 1pm=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116716129573678693?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116716129573678693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116716129573678693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/alot-to-blog-but.html' title='alot to blog but....'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116654943780414686</id><published>2006-12-20T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:08:17.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>differences between fairytale and reality</title><content type='html'>once upon a time...... happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after...... once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time...... once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fairytales its once upon a time...... happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;in reality its happily ever after...... once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'll choose once upon a time...... once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. that's the irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;woke up super early today, like around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;no choice. have some work to do.&lt;br /&gt;then around 1.30pm i went NP to do CIP project.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;opps, i reached at around 2.05pm?&lt;br /&gt;so so sorry to kosin, shirin and zhijuan. =S&lt;br /&gt;having headache over CIP.&lt;br /&gt;all the softwares and hardwares and domain names and ISPs and policies and dreamweaver and venture capitalism. but still i think its better than BCA.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the very least we got zhijuan and kosin, who knows how to do the dreamweaver thingy!=))&lt;br /&gt;busy doing project till its 7pm plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;too absord in doing project that we didn't even notice that time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rush over to accompany penny to go over to tamah jurong cc there.&lt;br /&gt;penny!!! don't say i not friend enough liao hor.&lt;br /&gt;so tired can!&lt;br /&gt;one day got to do so many things plus brain cells all used to do CIP.&lt;br /&gt;luckily kenny drove me home, while lawrence drove penny home and chester to lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;i come to realise that knowing someone who have a driving license is so good.&lt;br /&gt;go everywhere also no need to worry for transport home.&lt;br /&gt;nono... rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;should be if i have the driving license jiu hao.&lt;br /&gt;next year next year...&lt;br /&gt;just 2 more months. then i will go learn how to drive if they haven change the acceptable driving age to 21.&lt;br /&gt;my mum promise to buy me a car if i get my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;am waiting=))&lt;br /&gt;just hope she don't bluff me can liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116654943780414686?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116654943780414686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116654943780414686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/differences-between-fairytale-and.html' title='differences between fairytale and reality'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116646700249135619</id><published>2006-12-19T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:36:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summarised</title><content type='html'>waste my time going for training.&lt;br /&gt;the lion dance room the door can't be open.&lt;br /&gt;but i still learnt something in other aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypocritism.&lt;br /&gt;you can lie to others.&lt;br /&gt;you can think of ways to cover your lies.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;you can never lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said 'by cutting off the part that makes the apple bad, the bad apple will be just fine.'&lt;br /&gt;what if the whole of the apple is rotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morale of the story "人不可冒像, 海水不可抖量"&lt;br /&gt;a very good real life example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i open my eyes real big next time to avoid any sway-ness.&lt;br /&gt;seeing is not believing, believing is seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116646700249135619?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116646700249135619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116646700249135619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/summarised.html' title='summarised'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-34121502.post-116629080452280874</id><published>2006-12-17T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:40:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;to penny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAPPY 17 BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;quick quick candles are melting, blow the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and really thanks alot for helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;xin ku le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;though i already know what i should do from the very start of this whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i dragged till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;over and done with! the feeling is so relax and good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;don't say i not human hor. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116629080452280874?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116629080452280874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116629080452280874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116629080452280874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116629080452280874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday_17.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116620561242988903</id><published>2006-12-16T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:34:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>long awaited!&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;finished my tests. stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go home after test to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but... but... but...&lt;br /&gt;i went escape instead.&lt;br /&gt;with zhijuan, gary, jianzhou, linmin, russell and 2 other guys.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if i spelled your names wrongly and if i can't remb your name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$6 for entrance fee plus free ice-cream, free carnival games,&lt;br /&gt;most importantly free cotton candy! cotton candy my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;worth the 6 bucks for unlimited rides.&lt;br /&gt;only that the wheather is too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to release all the accumulated stress ever since...&lt;br /&gt;can't remb when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/10559/DSC01839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/830590/DSC01839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/322180/DSC01840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/252318/DSC01840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st ride we took; the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/585151/DSC01841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/713588/DSC01841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhijuan and i took e 2nd sit; e green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/696380/DSC01842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/979641/DSC01842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd ride we took; rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/254308/DSC01845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/832905/DSC01845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd ride we took; pirate ship. jian zhou and linmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/357063/DSC01844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/822506/DSC01844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 people VS 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;someone relaxing beside me ah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/830195/DSC01847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/235977/DSC01847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th ride. looks scary, but its not at all scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/17175/DSC01846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/982847/DSC01846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linmin me and jian zhou.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha being blocked by the railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/821842/DSC01848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/774824/DSC01848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/79194/DSC01849.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/403537/DSC01849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/111549/DSC01849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still resting. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/417762/DSC01850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/583633/DSC01850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at russell. smiles a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/175794/DSC01853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/572545/DSC01853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after resting, we went to took this ride.&lt;br /&gt;shortly after we finished the ride, it began to rain.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way...&lt;br /&gt;we came across this....&lt;br /&gt;it looks like a bath-tub filled with bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;looks real beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/10601/DSC01854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/647387/DSC01854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/624835/DSC01855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/303057/DSC01855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh, being attack by this kids, and we made funny faces at them. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/277913/DSC01856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/583399/DSC01856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look.... almost hit the hit score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/402360/DSC01857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/323320/DSC01857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... hit the high score record.&lt;br /&gt;ya, not we played one.&lt;br /&gt;its a couple, should be husband and wife, played one.&lt;br /&gt;they were so pro! every ball went in. except some.&lt;br /&gt;with the probability of 0.90 that the ball will go in. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;we thought after they hit the high score they will stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;but they continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder if they are bball coaches ma. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/138080/DSC01858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/12880/DSC01858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haunted house!! i will never go in again!&lt;br /&gt;wah lao, i screamed all the way till i came out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;ya, screamed. though i didn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;except maybe a man carrying an axe and chasing us. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;so pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;all the other rides i didn't even screamed, or maybe i just go along with people screaming.&lt;br /&gt;but haunted house! argghh, don't talk about it alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/206157/DSC01859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/853458/DSC01859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after raining.&lt;br /&gt;this cloud looks like god will appear shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the beach...&lt;br /&gt;never felt so relaxed in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/397717/DSC01863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/42520/DSC01863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/80730/DSC01865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/272598/DSC01865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the vast sea. no end no boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/862070/DSC01868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/213978/DSC01868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/570297/DSC01869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/239911/DSC01869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, don't fall asleep, later you slide down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, we will............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh at you. hahahaha. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/850527/DSC01871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/642711/DSC01871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape looks nicer during night time as all the lights are lighted.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;byebye escape.&lt;br /&gt;what a fun and relaxed day.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;finally had the time to stop and think over some things.&lt;br /&gt;i am more able and willing to think.&lt;br /&gt;sound like microecons huh?&lt;br /&gt;demand and supply that chapter...&lt;br /&gt;the consumers are able and willing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back to being myself. =))&lt;br /&gt;i won't be sad/ stress for too long,&lt;br /&gt;if not i will not know how to be myself. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116620561242988903?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116620561242988903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116620561242988903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116620561242988903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116620561242988903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116608798883792406</id><published>2006-12-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:19:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonner</title><content type='html'>wahhhh ahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i going to go mad soon.&lt;br /&gt;i can't memorise all the things.&lt;br /&gt;time! i really need more time!&lt;br /&gt;of all the modules i have studied so far.&lt;br /&gt;CIP is the most boring most useless most bo liao most most most....&lt;br /&gt;no sense module i have ever study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head gonna crack. blah blah blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116608798883792406?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116608798883792406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116608798883792406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116608798883792406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116608798883792406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/gonner.html' title='gonner'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116602839936294886</id><published>2006-12-14T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:50:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cip.</title><content type='html'>great. CIP.&lt;br /&gt;so many chapters to memorise plus micromedia dreamweaver.&lt;br /&gt;brain cells using up almost=50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;when tests are over.&lt;br /&gt;when i can be stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;the day i'm so looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mind too much about my grades.&lt;br /&gt;that's my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;so much so that during tests/exams period, i will somehow shut myself off the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow not be myself when tests/exams are round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being so not me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate all my modules.&lt;br /&gt;i hate bstats.&lt;br /&gt;i hate cip.&lt;br /&gt;i hate mircoecons.&lt;br /&gt;i hate ob.&lt;br /&gt;i hate ocom even more.&lt;br /&gt;i hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling so stress up.&lt;br /&gt;i hate doing projects.&lt;br /&gt;i hate doing tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;i hate what i don't like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i like was last sem modules minus bmgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be fine. really.&lt;br /&gt;after friday.&lt;br /&gt;i will be back to myself.&lt;br /&gt;my smiles. my persistence. my brattyness. my spoilness. my wilfulness. my not being so anything-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now----------------&gt; study!!! shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116602839936294886?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116602839936294886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116602839936294886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116602839936294886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116602839936294886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/cip.html' title='cip.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116584657775405973</id><published>2006-12-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:32:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a short story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;one day,&lt;br /&gt;on the way home with his mother,&lt;br /&gt;child A saw child B.&lt;br /&gt;child B was holding onto a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;being naughty and jealous as a kid will get,&lt;br /&gt;child A snatched the balloon from child B.&lt;br /&gt;task accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;happy and contented, child A continued his journey home.&lt;br /&gt;along the way, the string attached to the balloon snap.&lt;br /&gt;and the balloon floats up towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;child A cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;do you know what his mother told him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;she said; ''told you not to snatch the balloon from child B. what does not belong to you, will eventually leave you. even if you manage to get hold onto it for just a few second.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;people always smile to cheat others and their feelings (ben's copyright)&lt;br /&gt;true. agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a little faith in myself, my work and my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;true. agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bstats...&lt;br /&gt;here i come.&lt;br /&gt;embrace me into your lovely world of mathematical problems.&lt;br /&gt;yucks. headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming real soon.&lt;br /&gt;like in 14 days?&lt;br /&gt;just love christmas to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i really should get back to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116584657775405973?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116584657775405973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116584657775405973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116584657775405973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116584657775405973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116533320324435173</id><published>2006-12-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:43:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'm going to go crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;adopting the early lifestyle makes me feel more tired.&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhy ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward and be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;christmas=presents =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116533320324435173?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116522276227141703</id><published>2006-12-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:59:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>add on</title><content type='html'>NP printer is so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;level 5 printer room was full.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to level 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level 6.&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh, printer is more lousy can!!&lt;br /&gt;cannot even work.&lt;br /&gt;wasted energy.&lt;br /&gt;ended up going down to level 5 the printing room -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone just complained that someone press e wrong printer.&lt;br /&gt;and she help him print his notes out.&lt;br /&gt;and her papers are used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's fault?&lt;br /&gt;the girl not did not pay attention to what she was printing and was printing blindy.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;the guy who didnt look at which printer he was printing.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;or wireless fault?&lt;br /&gt;too many printer in one room causes confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a girl just just cut queue to print the notes.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, can't tell that we come before her ma?&lt;br /&gt;and was waiting to print notes for like so long alr?&lt;br /&gt;so we started a cat fight with her.&lt;br /&gt;and having her ended up with injuries all over.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;no la, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;we are such nice people =))&lt;br /&gt;we talk. not fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116522276227141703?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116522276227141703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>arrghhh...&lt;br /&gt;i want to do the evaluation on lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;i want to give bad evalution for today's lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;he is so....................&lt;br /&gt;i have got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea about how to calculate confidence level based on probability.&lt;br /&gt;the rate he was going, was like he assumed that we had already learn before and was doing revision with us.&lt;br /&gt;but in the fact is we don't.&lt;br /&gt;i asked my friends how to read the value.&lt;br /&gt;none of us was sure and that lecturer didn't even go through.&lt;br /&gt;this is what he said :"you will be able to know how to do as the time goes along.&lt;br /&gt;what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attened lecture basically for the fact that i want to learn something at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;to achieve some knowledge at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrghhh,&lt;br /&gt;he is taking a free pay.&lt;br /&gt;doing an easy job.&lt;br /&gt;this sux!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116522126594872178?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116522126594872178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116522126594872178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116522126594872178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116522126594872178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/bstats-lecturer.html' title='bstats lecturer'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116499335112335982</id><published>2006-12-02T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:32:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm going to be drown in this level of stressness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about bstats common test.&lt;br /&gt;i know nuts about that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about the microecons common test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about the advisor giving me stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about today receiving a letter from NP, saying that i have not been attending tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;and in the letter it even state my MC.&lt;br /&gt;i had MC.&lt;br /&gt;send me letter for what.&lt;br /&gt;wth, last sem i was absent for once and i didn't even received any letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about how to approach my cousin for help.&lt;br /&gt;he is always there when i ask for help and he will help in whatever ways he can.&lt;br /&gt;that's the more why i don't have to face and the courage to approach him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i am truly and sincerely grateful to him for helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even stress when i'm playing tennis.&lt;br /&gt;scared i'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;scared i'm not in the correct position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress on letting my parents down, when i don't live up to their expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress on even to drop tears of stressness or angerness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be drown soon, if these continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have no more energy to cope with any unhappy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm scared of unexpected things to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please, i'm so so so mentally tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please, don't make comparison between me and the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please, i'm not going to be the one to replace other people mess for what others didn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my smile is being wipped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fable will devour, the tale i will keep by my side when i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;i am now lost, so lost, that i have decided to keep the tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116499335112335982?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116499335112335982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116499335112335982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116499335112335982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116499335112335982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/12/worn-out.html' title='worn out'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116490282594841390</id><published>2006-11-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:07:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>red fluid flows out&lt;br /&gt;that's human blood.&lt;br /&gt;when you cut me,&lt;br /&gt;not purple, not green, not yellow, not a demon's blood&lt;br /&gt;but instead blood, red in colour gush out.&lt;br /&gt;(ocom lecturer told us that during lecture today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing lappy problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, my lappy always hang on me when i didn't plug in to the adaptor.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, having bluetooth problem.&lt;br /&gt;3nd, lousy battery life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want and need to go to acer centre to send my lappy for servicing.&lt;br /&gt;soon, but always couldn't find the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time wait for no one.&lt;br /&gt;my mind's in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;i need time. more time.&lt;br /&gt;time time time time time!&lt;br /&gt;argghh, is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for more time.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can teleport.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i am a witch, like the show 'charm'.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be able to teleport myself, gain some extra time at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger doesn't allows me to uplaod photos.&lt;br /&gt;forget it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanwei&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;don't get angry or pissed or irritated k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116490282594841390?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116480193113690784</id><published>2006-11-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:35:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;had 3 hours of break.&lt;br /&gt;so we (zhijuan, bel, mel, kosin and i) went holland v; crystal jade for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;later, shirin met us at crystal jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go to opposite beauty world there the one whole row of shop houses for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;then on second thoughts, we decided to spilt up.&lt;br /&gt;half went to opposite beauty world for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;the other, which was the 6 of us, went holland v.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to lunch at ding tai feng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time constraint. nearest deng tai feng was at town=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my opportunity cost for lunching at crystal jade is dai tai feng.&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;i know my econs well. (rod, thanks ah)&lt;br /&gt;opportunity cost come out from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/880624/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/765178/Image0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to holland v, tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been such a long time since i lunch at crystal jade.&lt;br /&gt;yummm yummm...&lt;br /&gt;mango pudding! a must have at crystal jade for me=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/973172/4%20mango%20puddings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/139263/4%20mango%20puddings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mango pudding(s) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/254747/DSC01742.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/692527/DSC01742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks, disgusting. chilli skins from zhijuan sour and spicy la mian.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to took mine down too. mine also look as disgusting as that.&lt;br /&gt;but they took away my bowl without having me noticed. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/803475/29-11-06_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/286819/29-11-06_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/447015/29-11-06_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/886195/29-11-06_1451.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel drew this during ocom tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/645365/29-11-06_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/101082/29-11-06_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy doing work. shhh, don't disturb =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/519823/26-11-06_2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/335021/26-11-06_2141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who tortured snowy? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/686517/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/105403/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before training starts. 偷懶 ah?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests coming.&lt;br /&gt;so hate tests.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared of bstats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;as the going gets tough, the tough gets going.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the tough one. that's why things get going.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wai said that before right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some things are meant to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is so pre-occupied.&lt;br /&gt;that i can't tell if that's good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i am just a human being, with feelings, flesh and blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;not a superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;even all superheroes get mad, angry and sad, anything that is related to feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;when you told me, i was feelingless at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;don't say i'm emotionless or cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;that was at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but as the news sank in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;slowly, i felt disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;come to think of it, it hurts. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;maybe i'm too good in hiding my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not good in expressing myself?&lt;br /&gt;either way,&lt;br /&gt;when things happened, when crisis come,&lt;br /&gt;i always and will appear so calm, so much so that it actually bothered me deep down but i appear to be so not bothered on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要沉迷已过去,&lt;br /&gt;否则无法前进.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a century ago= 过去&lt;br /&gt;a year ago= 过去&lt;br /&gt;a month ago= 过去&lt;br /&gt;a week ago= 过去&lt;br /&gt;yesterday= 过去&lt;br /&gt;a few hours= 过去&lt;br /&gt;1 sec ago= 过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;a day to look forward.&lt;br /&gt;a day to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;a day where a new day has just begin.&lt;br /&gt;a day where it will be yet just another part of the memory; a past. (过去)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116480193113690784?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116480193113690784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116480193113690784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116480193113690784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116480193113690784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116453579934013901</id><published>2006-11-26T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:27:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;great......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just deleted the wireless network on my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;so now how am i going to use internet in school?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;now i got to figure out how to make that wireless network icon show itself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i deleted it the previous time when i was playing around with my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;and told myself never to play with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i shall figure it out SOMEHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;had CATS lesson last friday.&lt;br /&gt;it was on the topic of asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher, henry tio, asked us to ask as many questions as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he showed us examples of 2 famous persons.&lt;br /&gt;famous person= winners of the nobel prize award.&lt;br /&gt;what had made them win this nobel award so many times, that so many physicists ever dreamt of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;their mummy will asked them this question everyday when they reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what questions have you asked in school today?"&lt;br /&gt;"what good questions have you asked today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my mummy were to ask me these same questions that their mother had asked them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i be like them, so clever and famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;just dreaming =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hanwei disturb me in msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;eh, don't say i didn't blog about you k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i just blog. wahahahahaha =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116453579934013901?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116453579934013901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116453579934013901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116453579934013901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116453579934013901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116430187309332847</id><published>2006-11-24T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:39:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formal presentation</title><content type='html'>finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;ended the ocom presentation yesterday. (wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo time!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/450764/P1010196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/216769/P1010196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class plus our advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/804767/P1010197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/890668/P1010197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/898438/P1010198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/813919/P1010198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/797199/P1010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/490041/P1010200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel and kosin =)) 'say cheese!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/303832/P1010201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/197101/P1010201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel and me =)) i had to squat! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/332678/P1010202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/463924/P1010202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kosin and me =)) 'smile!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/251847/P1010203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/567827/P1010203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirin and me =)) see the 2 hands? disturb disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/962602/P1010204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/159097/P1010204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, we took the 2nd time =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/939761/P1010205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/208443/P1010205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kosin and shirin =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after presentation,&lt;br /&gt;we went to the alumni club house to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;lunch at 3plus going on 4pm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our drinks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/790463/P1010206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/158218/P1010206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/457584/P1010207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/29348/P1010207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before stirring =x&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, i stirred mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/1600/395310/P1010208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1467/3756/320/961099/P1010208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after stirring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116430187309332847?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116430187309332847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116430187309332847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116430187309332847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116430187309332847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/formal-presentation.html' title='formal presentation'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116331589787590647</id><published>2006-11-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:57:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my CATS teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;this is my CATS teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he's one funny teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;always woooo-ing and wowww-ing at whatever ideas we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;maybe that's his way of encouranging us to come up with creative ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he's wearing an apron that day =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he somehow reminds me of an anime character;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sakuragi Hanamichi of slamdunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116331589787590647?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116331589787590647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116331589787590647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116331589787590647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116331589787590647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-cats-teacher.html' title='my CATS teacher'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116266236320600048</id><published>2006-11-05T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:14:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my supper! LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC00001.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC00001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao big de bao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116266236320600048?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116266236320600048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116266236320600048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116266236320600048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116266236320600048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-supper-lol.html' title='my supper! LOL!'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116255163650739650</id><published>2006-11-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:04:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>had 2 hrs of break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated gary's birthday at holland v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01596.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose tea cake. taste of cheesecake and mild rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01597.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01597.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday boy, 18 yrs old le wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01599.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenge no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01601.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da, he managed to blew out the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenge no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did it yet again. very gd spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut cake session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back to NP.&lt;br /&gt;had ocom lecture= might as well don't have that lecture.&lt;br /&gt;lecturer said 'ok, go home read on your own.'&lt;br /&gt;'click click click'= end of lecture slides -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was OB tutorial......&lt;br /&gt;activity time......&lt;br /&gt;were given a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't allowed to communicate with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;and to draw any SINGLE line; straight line, curved line, wavy line etc.&lt;br /&gt;time given: 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what our grp had came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01608%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01608%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! don't even know what we were drawing.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were suppose to draw a star.&lt;br /&gt;but... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;was difficult to draw without interacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/DSC01624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/DSC01624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belinda drew this during and after OB tutorial =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116255163650739650?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116255163650739650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116255163650739650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116255163650739650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116255163650739650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116230800582970542</id><published>2006-10-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:20:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you had decided to......&lt;br /&gt;i guess for all those years that we had known each other are wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should i sit there and listen to you tell me your poblems?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have said that you are at the fault instead, not theirs.&lt;br /&gt;why should made the effort to make you laugh when you are feeling troubled?&lt;br /&gt;when at then end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;all you could tell me was sideless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116230800582970542?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116230800582970542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116230800582970542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116230800582970542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116230800582970542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116229932102782257</id><published>2006-10-31T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:55:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being late</title><content type='html'>yea, i'm late for microecons tutorial today.&lt;br /&gt;like for about 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;its my daddy's fault.&lt;br /&gt;he went to buy breakfast for my sis and bro and me.&lt;br /&gt;and he reached home excatly at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;tutorial starts at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i've got a great daddy.&lt;br /&gt;cause he love, cares and dotes on us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being questioned by the econs tutor;&lt;br /&gt;'wow! that so early.'&lt;br /&gt;'i can do alot of things, i can mark you late, close one eyes, close two eyes......'&lt;br /&gt;'but i decided to close one eyes and mark you present since its the 1st time.'&lt;br /&gt;'so, where do you stay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her 'xxXxxxxXXx.'&lt;br /&gt;she 'wah, that's like so near the school.'&lt;br /&gt;'if not next time i drive you to school, since i will be passing by, then you won't be late for my tutorial.'&lt;br /&gt;me -.-" but still smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;(cause my dad send me to school almost everyday. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt, was bstats tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;wah! i've gotten a crazy tutor for that module.&lt;br /&gt;she speaks so much like ms sawn.&lt;br /&gt;she gives homework marks as our class participation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do her hw leh.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her a lie.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't meant to lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but juan and bel say its okay.&lt;br /&gt;you need to tell her lies to save your skin. LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116229932102782257?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116229932102782257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116229932102782257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116229932102782257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116229932102782257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-late.html' title='being late'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116221615366682260</id><published>2006-10-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:55:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger</title><content type='html'>don't tell me that i need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;cause......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i need it.&lt;br /&gt;i need to control my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the f**k word?&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see this word.&lt;br /&gt;as i have said in the f7 blog.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much so that i won't take this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take your scolding.&lt;br /&gt;that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;cause in the very first place, i'm in fault.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but scolding me 'what the f*ck?!'&lt;br /&gt;nah, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;especially being scolded in front of so many people?!&lt;br /&gt;double nah, the more i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;being humiliated in front of 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;that's even more worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN MY PARENTS SCOLD ME 'WHAT THE F*CK'!!!&lt;br /&gt;SEE CLEARLY&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN MY PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;SO DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE IN THAT POSITION TO SCOLD ME THAT F*CK WORD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK SO....&lt;br /&gt;THEN I FEEL SO SORRY FOR YOUR PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THEY DID NOT INDULGE IN YOU THE RIGHT EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU ARE A TOTAL BARBARIC&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO F*CK.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO GEYLANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a basic limit.&lt;br /&gt;once you reached it.&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao yi ju 'mei yi chi duo shi ze yang.'&lt;br /&gt;(a fine good old sentence of 'everytime also like that.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered with a reply.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, even to shout back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because i don't think you are worth my effort.&lt;br /&gt;i rather you take me as a guy and fight it out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so like that.&lt;br /&gt;that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned and walked off, leaving all of you standing there.&lt;br /&gt;still taking in the after effect of the shockness.&lt;br /&gt;just like the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, you might think that i'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;avoiding that current situation.&lt;br /&gt;to turned and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;went home for a hide.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to have a quarrel with you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to waste my enegry to open my mouth and put a strain on my vocal.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to see your irritated face.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a letdown joining NP lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;more disappointing than ever, since it happened twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed me all your blackened face for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;i show you mine too.&lt;br /&gt;you have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;so do i.&lt;br /&gt;you come in head strong with me.&lt;br /&gt;so will i; being even more head strong than you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116221615366682260?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116221615366682260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116221615366682260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116221615366682260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116221615366682260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/anger_30.html' title='anger'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116143122202000298</id><published>2006-10-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:58:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks to all</title><content type='html'>thanks penny who worry for me, giving me advise and helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;thanks joy for listening.&lt;br /&gt;thanks zhi juan for listening too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks hongfang for listening too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks angie for listening too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks rod for telling me that a man's pride is as fragile as a woman's heart.&lt;br /&gt;thanks han wei for helping out.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;thanks all who's there to listen, make a joke out of it and make me laugh happily for the first time since school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116143122202000298?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116143122202000298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116143122202000298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116143122202000298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116143122202000298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-to-all.html' title='thanks to all'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116119363362028640</id><published>2006-10-19T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:47:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first three days of school.</title><content type='html'>and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still on holidaying mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm late for lecture on monday and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;guess these lecturers have to be use to me being late.&lt;br /&gt;just like last sem the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;they were immune to my lateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a webby game in the lecture theater today.&lt;br /&gt;which requires 7 people with handphones that have camera and 7 threads.&lt;br /&gt;luckily the threads never kana me.&lt;br /&gt;if not............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also don't know what will happened. ha! (you see i'm not really paying attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like my first three days of school were a little out of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not mature enough to handle it properly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116119363362028640?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116119363362028640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116119363362028640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116119363362028640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116119363362028640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-three-days-of-school.html' title='first three days of school.'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116050878811533111</id><published>2006-10-11T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:37:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chu shi</title><content type='html'>wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging at such early hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit my promoter job already.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't really like it due to many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our very 1st chu shi today.&lt;br /&gt;1st as in outside of NP.&lt;br /&gt;planning abit cock-up.&lt;br /&gt;no lorry, no driver.&lt;br /&gt;then need back up fast fast.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end lawrence drive penny dad's lorry.&lt;br /&gt;but the supposed driver came in the end -.-"&lt;br /&gt;so we chu two lorrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, no comments on lawrence driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to type&lt;br /&gt;so.........&lt;br /&gt;let the photos do the rest of the talking then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/breakfast.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/breakfast.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/penny%20father%20lorry.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/penny%20father%20lorry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawrence driving penny dad's lorry. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/our%20stuffs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/our%20stuffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! watches, hps and wallets for sale, $10 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/lion.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/preparing.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/preparing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on standby. oops, where's me?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/oranges.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/oranges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/note%20his%20tummy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/note%20his%20tummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note his tummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/oranges%20coming%20out%20from%20his%20tummy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/oranges%20coming%20out%20from%20his%20tummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! see the stuffs on the table. that's in his shirt. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/1600/with%20vips.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1467/3756/320/with%20vips.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;photo with the VIPs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116050878811533111?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116050878811533111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116050878811533111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116050878811533111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116050878811533111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/chu-shi.html' title='chu shi'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34121502.post-116041357235942938</id><published>2006-10-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:50:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>i sold one skincare product today.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;didn't expect much, since its a new product, expensive and not many heard off.&lt;br /&gt;so surprised that today taka not much people.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its due to the haze.&lt;br /&gt;lesser people the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not in the right track today.&lt;br /&gt;1st, i drop marcarsa on my skirt (white skirt somemore)&lt;br /&gt;2nd, therefore was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, dropped my ezlink, kind aunty help me to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, accidentally cut my knee.&lt;br /&gt;4th, my skirt kana tiramisu. (skirt again!)&lt;br /&gt;5th, spilled water onto my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;6th, forgot to return the key to gardian, so must walked all the way back to return it.&lt;br /&gt;7th, forgot to staple the receipt to the invoice, then got to call up that customer.&lt;br /&gt;so not my day huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw 2 mediacorp artists.&lt;br /&gt;one is belinda.&lt;br /&gt;the other i don't know her name, but she never act in any show for a long time alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've met both mean and kind people.&lt;br /&gt;i know how the colleagues' relationship goes.&lt;br /&gt;i know how the on-going politic goes. (through my observesation =))&lt;br /&gt;i meet a nice promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's very nice, unlike the others.&lt;br /&gt;she told me alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;she told me who cannot be offended there.&lt;br /&gt;she told me not to cut-sales, if not there will be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;she told me don't ever be a busybody to avoid any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;she told me better to bring my own pen there instead of borrowing from the others.&lt;br /&gt;she told me not to believe in others working there too, even herself, cause you never know who's the hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;she keeps a look-out for me when i'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;she taught me lots of promoting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;basically, she's just like a mum there.&lt;br /&gt;she said 'i tell you so much because i'll treat you like my daughter.' LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've become an ah girl there.&lt;br /&gt;they all call me that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i've concluded that the working indrustry is very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;with lots of 'fighting' aka ming zhen an duo inside.&lt;br /&gt;its scary, something that i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the backstab feeling, the hyprocrite colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like studying now. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to school re-open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, blogger got something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot post photos.&lt;br /&gt;never mind then.&lt;br /&gt;1st time i not pissed or angry when i try 5 times and it still failed me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34121502-116041357235942938?l=ting-qiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/feeds/116041357235942938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34121502&amp;postID=116041357235942938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116041357235942938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34121502/posts/default/116041357235942938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-qiting.blogspot.com/2006/10/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255083310259333146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
