<?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-9231431</id><updated>2011-10-12T21:49:19.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This. Is Me. And Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes some things are hard to say. Sometimes, it's best not said. Words. Are how I like to express myself. Sometimes, it's much easier this way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6773209071688323285</id><published>2010-12-06T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:24:56.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know.</title><content type='html'>Felt like updating blog. But suddenly, I don't know what to write...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6773209071688323285?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6773209071688323285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6773209071688323285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6773209071688323285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-know.html' title='Don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4648026462601889606</id><published>2010-09-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:33:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Ended in August 31st. New start to new hope on 06 September. Is it really a a new start to new hope? Or is it a new start to a new nightmare? It's half of both... Fast, faster and faster. Can I catch up? Struggling I think. Trying. Gotta try hard. Harder and faster... Can I make it through? I'm scared... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;The roller-coaster is here again... I don't want... Mind &amp;amp; Time. Invest in more important stuff. What are actually more important?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*孤单，寂寞陪伴我左右。*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4648026462601889606?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4648026462601889606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4648026462601889606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4648026462601889606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-1116046765570810955</id><published>2010-08-09T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:29:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday. not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Why do I feel a sudden pain and sadness from within... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;*~*~*Happy Birthday to Myself*~*~* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-1116046765570810955?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/1116046765570810955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1116046765570810955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1116046765570810955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-not.html' title='Happy Birthday. not?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7639677361612276477</id><published>2010-07-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:42:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Y - Born after 1980s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characteristics:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;Need flexibility,remote work &amp;amp; remain connected 24/7. Prefer work life balance. Confident &amp;amp; achievement oriented. Prefer e-Learning, webminars than traditional lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;Motivations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Team-orientated environment, frequent communication, reassurance,praises &amp;amp; immediate feed backs. Liked to be included &amp;amp; involved. Tech-savvy, optimistic,creative. Enjoy efficiency using multiple technologies. Impatient with career growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferred Management style &amp;amp; Work environment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Appreciate Fun at work. Incorporate humour &amp;amp; games into work activities. Not afraid to question authority. Prefer mentor over boss. High expectation from mentor over boss.&amp;nbsp; High expectation from employers. Multi-taskers. Prefer communication through email and text over face to face interact&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;ion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*From HRM Magazine, July'10 issue*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="dataTable mtm profileInfoTable" style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="dataTable mtm profileInfoTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7639677361612276477?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7639677361612276477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/07/generation-y-born-after-1980s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7639677361612276477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7639677361612276477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/07/generation-y-born-after-1980s.html' title='Generation Y - Born after 1980s'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-9010297426113235790</id><published>2010-07-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:08:47.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful</title><content type='html'>I think I am good at pushing away all the eligible bachelors. Well-done! At least there's something I am good. at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-9010297426113235790?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/9010297426113235790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/07/successful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/9010297426113235790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/9010297426113235790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/07/successful.html' title='Successful'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3784536355327385133</id><published>2010-06-28T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:15:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我想。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;不知乘几何时，想要努力放下过去的念头越来越弱。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;虽然，每天都喜皮笑脸，其时过得很痛苦。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;时常会有想要放下一且，然后带着护照和自己跑到国外去。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;可是，这只能在梦里实现。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;没办法。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;该做的还是得做。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;人是否背腹了太多责任？&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;还是人自己活该，要 求的太多？&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;没了责任，没有要求，会不会活得开心一点，轻松一些呢？&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;那会不会变得沉闷，无趣呢？&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;太多问题，却没有答案。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;还是别想太多吧。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;该来的，会来得。。。 跑不掉。。。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~*~*~*想多了。。。变苦了。。。*~*~*~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3784536355327385133?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3784536355327385133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3784536355327385133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3784536355327385133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='我想。。。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8064062821958840838</id><published>2010-04-25T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:50:01.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一点感触。。。</title><content type='html'>突然想哭。告诉了自己要天天开心。不知为何会想哭。。。可能想起一些事吧。&lt;br /&gt;该是时后释放埋藏在内心已久不开心的事。。。 放下心灵的包袱， 才能活的更快了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜空里的点点星光，一闪一闪的。好像也同意我的想法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*放下了包袱，彩虹就会出现吗？*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8064062821958840838?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8064062821958840838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8064062821958840838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8064062821958840838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='一点感触。。。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8555313900074909216</id><published>2010-03-26T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:02:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story, My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When everyone is done with a big celebration, a little baby girl was brought into the world crying. She is dark, big eyes and cute dimples. Everyone says she is a baby from another race, picked up from rubbish dump. She is talkative and she loves new books(even assessment books and school textbooks) and reading. When it was time to buy new textbooks for the new grade(ie primary 1 to primary 2), she always finished reading all the English and Science textbooks even before school starts. She would also have finished reading her elder sister's(who is 2 years older) English textbooks. Nope. She does not like to read Chinese words. Chinese class tests papers? She actually tore them up and tossed into the bin. She failed anyway. She had tuition class for English, Maths and Science. She loves to hide under her tuition teacher's big marble table. She excelled in English and Science, but never Chinese and Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Time to go to a new school. Unfamiliar environment. Managed to make new friends. Always hang around together. She finally got brave enough to join what she always dreams of doing. Dancing. No one knows her. Nothing to be embarrassed about. She was happy. Lots of new choreography, performances. Got awards. Felt fruitful and memorable. However, she was disappointed when she went to a class not of her choice in secondary 3. Upset. Despair. Gave up. Grades dropped. Learnt something new. Accounting. Got interested. Tried her best to score.Not too bad. This laid the foundation for her future. Fell in love with one guy from the pioneer batch who had to retain for another year. Sweet 16 puppy love. Did not last long. Upset that she had to pay for tickets to the school 5th anniversary concert for him so he would come see her perform on stage. Upset that he felt embarrassed about her performing... Broke up... Sad. Her 1st heartbreak... O'levels. Passed. Time to leave school...For a short period of time, a new guy. But. Somehow, not suitable.. So... Heartbreak again... Sighz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Went to a course totally way out of her liking. Very disappointed. The school is so far.. Very upset. Luckily, an activity of her interest. She hang on. It was only there she felt a sense of belonging. Met this guy in class. 5yrs age difference. Fell in love.However, problems arose. She suffered serious heartbreak. Affected totally. Missed classes, tests and then exams. Became PHD(Poly-halfway-dropout). Yes. She did not left the school voluntarily. She was kicked out. Nobody actually know the truth. She shut herself away from the world for 3 whole months. One day, a good friend called to ask if she wanted to work in a cafe. From there on, she worked a long long time. She was happy there. She simply can just multitask, from waiting tables to PR, from bar-tending to cashiering, from simple book-keeping to kitchen helper, from chef's little assistant to dishwasher. Anything, everything. But then, this period was also her most confused period. Boyfriends changing like changing clothes. No idea what she wanted and what she is doing. Eventually, met someone on the job. Quite decent. Best part, they shared a common interest. There, love blossomed. Went on for quite a while with the common ups and downs. Still, she broke his heart by breaking up with him. Sad. But had to move on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Times changed and so do jobs.. Left the cafe and went to a wine lounge to work. Pretty interesting. Boss like and trust her. Learnt new things. But then because of some issues, she went jobless overnight. She went home. Totally lost. What was she gonna do? Good news. She got herself another job. Pub near home. Well, learnt more things and drink even more alcohol.  Bad. Had a new boyfriend. Left the pub unhappily and eventually left that loser who treated her like a maid, a slave. When she left the bugger, she actually had a new full-time job. Her 1st daytime job. She was unhappy with her company but she hung on. She studied part-time in hope for a better career. She hung on very strongly. She made couple of good friends along the way. Real good supportive people. She finally finished her diploma. Time to go~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1st accounting job. Her foundation for her career. Felt insulted. Such a big company. Such low HR standards. She felt sad. Private qualification gets lesser pay. She was told straight in the face. How could they? She did not buy the cert. She studied for it. Nevertheless, she swallowed the insult and carry on. More insults. Her foundation back in secondary school days came into very good use. She swallowed more insults and hung on. She needed the experience. Her love life then was good. A boyfriend who adored and pampered her. Plans and thoughts of marriage. Happy. One day, she cried the night after work appraisal. More insults... She drafted her resignation and sent resumes in tears... She managed to get a new job quite quickly in a competitor firm. More insults when she tendered her resignation. Stupid loser... Get lost!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;New company. Heavy workload spoilt her health. Intense gastric pain. She could hardly moved... She had wonderful superiors, seniors and colleagues. Very nice, approachable and knowledgeable. No insults. Unfortunately, no idea what was she thinking... She would not find such nice people to work with anymore. Left... Her love life crashed too. Went into a state of near depression. Suicidal thoughts lingering. Terrible. At then, she was studying for her part-time degree. Money was a very big issue. Along came a new guy and did not work out too. Burnt out all her savings. Total lost. More suicidal thoughts. No one to turn to. Lost.. So lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Managed to pull herself upright again. Still weak. But surviving. Now, almost a year into new job. Still unhappy. Why? More issues. How to be happy once again... She lost once again, another relationship...Great.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She was looking through some very old photos of her old self. She noticed although she did not look pretty back then, she found her own smile. Genuinely happy. She compared to her current self. Smiling. But, lost the shine. Faces have changed. All grown up. But why is she feeling more lost than ever. She has not found her sense of belonging yet. How? Where? Who? When? What? Questions more than answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Expectations come with disappointment most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*~*~* My Story, My Life...(To be continued...)*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8555313900074909216?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8555313900074909216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-story-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8555313900074909216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8555313900074909216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-story-my-life.html' title='My Story, My Life...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5219195036675587809</id><published>2010-03-13T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:33:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夜深人静时。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;夜。感觉孤单。静。脑里的丝绪飘浮不定。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;当我最需要关怀时，我却发现不会有人像你一样给我无私的关爱。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;当我迷失方向时，指引我路的只有路旁的告示牌。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;是我错了。。。错过你的爱。错过我能拥有的关爱。你的忒心，你的温柔。。。是我错了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;无奈。我想我得试着自己关爱自己。迷失方向时，自己找出路。不靠别人。只有自己。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;迷茫的未来。是希望还是失望？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;*~*~*迷路的小羊想回家。。。*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5219195036675587809?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5219195036675587809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5219195036675587809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5219195036675587809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='夜深人静时。。。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6123297015659046736</id><published>2010-02-12T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:57:37.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder why Wonder how</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 hasn't been exactly smooth for me. I wonder why... Was it decision making failure? Or planning failure or failure to plan? I wonder how to make things smooth and straight... I cannot take it much longer. I feel depressed... No no.. Depression. Please go away. I don't have time for you. Go away.. Stay away.. Don't ever come back... Please...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY &amp;amp; VDay are just round the corner. I can't feel the atmosphere anymore. Is it because of age?Is there nothing to look forward to anymore? Heart felt cold once again. Never felt so cold before... Lost the capability to feel again... Help.. I need help... Someone. Anyone... Help me.. Save me from the cold dungeon... I don't know how long can I stand it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*~*一个冰冷的世界，一颗冰冷的心*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&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/9231431-6123297015659046736?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6123297015659046736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonder-why-wonder-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6123297015659046736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;这一刹那，心好酸，好酸。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神啊， 救救我吧~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6069983246161962605?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6069983246161962605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6069983246161962605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6069983246161962605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='失去的不再回来？'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7877965305878031462</id><published>2009-12-06T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:06:43.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夜精灵好想再次飞舞，舞出一幕幕的精彩。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7877965305878031462?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7877965305878031462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7877965305878031462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7877965305878031462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='夜精灵好想再次飞舞，舞出一幕幕的精彩。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2089858162822149325</id><published>2009-09-06T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:39:41.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The extension and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ya, the damn time has to be extended. What to do? Performance not at the satisfiable level. Have to just hang on for now. I wish I got more courage to do what I felt I could have done. It's just not the right time to do so. Felt awfully down for a while. An unknown tension hung in the atmosphere. Will it go away soon? It's hard to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fortunately, away from there, there's one. One comfortable zone. Nice fresh air. Taking deep breaths again and again. It's nice to have a zone like that. I'm gladful for that. But will the zone someday fade away without warning? It's balancing pretty dangerously on the edge of a cliff. All it needs is 1 little push and off it plunges down into the darkness of the valley. I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Once again, 1 blinking beacon appears. But then again, is it there for me to light up my path all the way till end? Will it vanishes as sudden as it has appeared? The future is filled with unknown. Planning just ain't enough. Lower my expectations so that I wouldn't get disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*~*Just this once. Don't take my light away*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2089858162822149325?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2089858162822149325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/09/extension-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2089858162822149325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2089858162822149325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/09/extension-and-beyond.html' title='The extension and beyond'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3323483376891127191</id><published>2009-08-10T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:43:24.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life as a 27th year old.. As moody &amp;amp; plain as ever... Sick, upset and sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I ever left without a chance to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Family, I don't know what to say. Just take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Mr Exotic, Babe &amp;amp; Mr Lee: U guys had been great friends. I'm truly grateful to have met you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Professor, I admire you &amp;amp; your work.A fantastic role model for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Friends, it has been a great pleasure to meet u guys at different points of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear colleauges, thank for the guidance &amp;amp; all the fun we had. It's a pleasure working with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No boyfriend/husband or fiance now.. So... Ya. That should be pretty much for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*~*~*Turning point of life. Where?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3323483376891127191?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3323483376891127191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/08/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3323483376891127191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3323483376891127191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/08/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3619439539171997120</id><published>2009-07-19T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:25:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm scared of roller coaster rides. My mood had been going like a roller coaster ride. It's scary. It scares me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm starting to learn to let go the past bit by bit. I hope the ghosts of the past don't come back and haunt me. I have already known letting go is the only way to be happy. But knowing it and actually doing it, is another story. What is done cannot be undone. Have to learn to accept and move on. This is Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have believed that there wouldn't be any reason to smile again. Someone, anyone, is welcome to prove me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Work is pretty ok though. Failure in r/s, success in career? Maybe? Maybe not. Studies might not be too smooth. I have to defer the next trimester. I'll take longer to graduate. I hate to have to do this. But there isn't much choices. Well, I guess I'll have to take it as a break. School holiday for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Life is unpredictable. I must learn to enjoy every single day. When the Day comes, I'll go knowing I've tried my best in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*~*~*Accept it. Learn from it. Move on.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3619439539171997120?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3619439539171997120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/07/roller-coaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3619439539171997120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3619439539171997120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/07/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller Coaster ride'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7021139953790412766</id><published>2009-07-07T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:05:23.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful feeling  wrapping around me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I felt so awful lately... Everything is so emotionally overcharged. I'm burning out... It feels so terrible. Could hardly breathe... The awful feeling tighten around my throat squeezing all the breath out of me and pushing all the tears out threatening to overflow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wanna find a corner to hide. Just myself. I wanna cry out loud. Just alone. Too many things happening together and over the years, every now and then, this and that adds on... Just build on and on. I'm feeling so tired... So awful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*~*Please make all these awful feeling go away*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7021139953790412766?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7021139953790412766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/07/awful-feeling-wrapping-around-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7021139953790412766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7021139953790412766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/07/awful-feeling-wrapping-around-me.html' title='Awful feeling  wrapping around me...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6909033700691834586</id><published>2009-06-20T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:38:34.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you leave the fridge door open for too long, what will happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything will spoil. True enough. It did. How silly I am. I were silly before and I am still silly now. Crap. When will I ever learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How could I let myself be hurt by unreasonable and baseless insults again? Of all people, how could you do that? You really wanna push me off the brim into darkness don't you? Ha. Thanks a lot for that. I don't know why I even bother shedding tears. I must be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*~*~*All that pain...Will they ever end?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6909033700691834586?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6909033700691834586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-leave-fridge-door-open-for-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6909033700691834586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6909033700691834586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-leave-fridge-door-open-for-too.html' title='When you leave the fridge door open for too long, what will happen?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8555547764656742919</id><published>2009-05-06T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:40:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please clear the weeds because this plant here is dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel awfully depressed lately. Plenty of negative stuff just added up together. This feeling is choking me. It tightens around my throat threatening to cut of air. It worms into my heart, stabs at it. It pushes it way through my tear ducts and swims in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have no idea how I lived this life. I totally waste it. What am I doing? Sometimes I just find myself in the same situation over and over again. The best part? I kept choosing the wrong solution over and over again. What about that 'once bitten, twice shy' thing? Doesn't seems to occur on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the primary school days. It was competition everyday on everything. It's the environment I grew up in I guessed. No matter how well I do, I can never reach the targetted goal. The goal was not even set by myself. I guess no one cares anyway. It's just life isn't it? Most people went through the same and survived. So did I, didn't I? How much of myself was left then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the secondary school days. I set my own goals. I attempted to reach them. I did at a point of time only to get utterly disappointed. I didn't manage to get into the class I want. I gave up hope. What's the use of working so hard for nothing? After the Os, it just get 'better and better'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gotta start earning my own pocket money. See the working world a bit. Then came the Poly days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was once of the worst and best school days of my life. I found a place to be in my TKD. A place that I belonged. The worst? I dropped out of school for one stupid reason. One very very stupid reason. At that point of time, I were so lost. The pain. I cannot describe. I have no support from anyone. I felt so lonely. I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Along came dance school. Doing something I loved. I worked and I danced. Almost everyday, work and dance. I felt happy. But then, I don't know what went wrong... Everything just collapsed on me. I became lost again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After that, it's just about work. I worked happily in this little restaurant. Finally, a second place that gave me a sense of belonging. It felt like home. I could just work for free and I were still happy. This is the most memorable working experience in my life. Somehow, things didn't went smoothly. So I went out hunting again... Here and there, bits and pieces. Another nice place to work in. Boss is super nice other then his occasional temper. Nice colleaugues too. But someone had to come along and took everything away overnight. I had to hunt again. I'm so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another new place, new work. Didn't really went that smooth. I don't understand. Is there&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something wrong with me? I can't seems to Pay totally sux. But it's a start. I get to work and study again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Then someone had to say I studied for the wrong reasons. What have I done wrong? What? Am I suppose to study for fun? I studied because I want a better paying job. What's wrong with that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That new period of time is one of my best. I met very good people and we became friends till now. I found meaning in life. I found new goals and went all the way out to achieve them and I did. I can't be happier. I left the place and found a new one. The real start to my career. People were pretty nice. The work's ok... But this person had to come and spoil everything. For a year, I had to endure his insults. Why do I have to endure so long? Because I don't have a choice yet. Finally came the day when I had the chance of choice. I typed out my resignation letter and sent out resume in tears. You have no idea how hurt I were. I appreciated the guidance I had there, but I seriously think that insults were too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another new place. Very fast-paced work life. Very tiring and tedious. A lot of learning experiences. Good bosses. But the workload is too much. And there is something else. I think it's myself. I don't why. But I can't feel the passion in the work. I don't feel like I belong there. I need to feel a sense of belonging. It's very important to me. Sense of belonging and passion will drive me a long way. I couldn't find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now, out to hunt again. Many disappointments, little hopes. I'm starting to lose faith in myself and everything else. I don't know how long I can hold on... Crying isn't gonna help. But I can't help it. I can only secretly cry in the showers, in the dark and hope the sliver linings will show soon. I can't depend on anyone else but myself isn't it? There's no one to depend on anyway. All the way. It's just me alone. Always alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*~*~*Spare me some room. I need to breathe*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8555547764656742919?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8555547764656742919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-clear-weeds-because-this-plant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8555547764656742919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8555547764656742919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-clear-weeds-because-this-plant.html' title='Please clear the weeds because this plant here is dying'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2683027544779511626</id><published>2009-03-09T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:18:11.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;梦想是一种奢耻。没有梦就不用想。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;没有希望，就不会有失望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;没有期待，就不会去等待。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;想要可望，却只是在可怜的盼望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;生命的目标是不是越来越远?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;我还可以期待会有希望吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;会不会等到最后只剩下失望?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;明天会更好吗?我还得等多少个明天?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*~*可怜的人,希望，失望，期待，等待。。。明天会更好。。。*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2683027544779511626?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2683027544779511626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2683027544779511626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2683027544779511626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='我。。。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5347007799265566253</id><published>2009-02-20T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:09:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to love myself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I HATE THE WAY I LOOK NOW. I CAN'T BEAR TO LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR. I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF... I HATE MYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*~*~*How to love myself? How to?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5347007799265566253?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5347007799265566253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-love-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5347007799265566253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5347007799265566253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-love-myself.html' title='How to love myself?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4414908741778110406</id><published>2009-02-19T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:43:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ups &amp; Downs in Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Experiencing the downs in my life now. I have not meant for this to happen. But it just happened. The longer it drags, the scarier it becomes. Getting very worried and terrified. Gotta face the music someday. The sooner the better, the less torturous it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Could the Ups &amp;amp; Downs in life be conquer with sheer determination and perseverance? If so, then I really need to gather all that I could to overcome this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Argghhh... Feeling so terrible now... I wish for a cave to hide in. But I can't avoid this forever. This situation gives me a very bad headache everytime I think of it. Bad.. What is happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What will the outcome be? Will I feel more relieved after that? I hope so, be it bad or good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*~*~*Give me the strength to carry on.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4414908741778110406?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4414908741778110406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-downs-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4414908741778110406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4414908741778110406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-downs-in-life.html' title='The Ups &amp; Downs in Life...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7570873965134044458</id><published>2009-02-12T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:25:17.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law says... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything seems to become blurry to me. I don't know what I am doing though I know what I should be doing. My 'working factory' starting to stall. (Cough..poof...sssss...) Feel sick &amp;amp; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my passion lies in? Suddenly, I have no idea. Some years ago. I see myself as a poor girl working like hell and studying very hard. Struggling. But it feels good. The satisfaction of doing a wonderful job drives my motivation to work happily almost everyday. The goal that I had set seems nearer each day. Life was pretty good then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new job and a new goal drives me on again. Although suffered humiliation, I kept quiet and pushed on and on. Reaching my targeted goal. I must not give up. And I reached that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. Halfway through that goal... Somewhere, it wasn't what it seems to be. Is it really my goal? Life isn't that tedious already. But, why is everything going the wrong way? My brain is not working well. I have no idea what it is hinking about. I'm no longer that sure where I'm heading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that passion and determination? That drive, that motivation. Did I set too high a goal? I don't believe so. Then where did it went wrong? Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*~*Where is my guiding light? Have you dim on me again?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7570873965134044458?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7570873965134044458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/murphys-law-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7570873965134044458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7570873965134044458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/02/murphys-law-says.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law says... ...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7990645724302593006</id><published>2009-01-27T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:57:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year - MOOOO~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is the 2nd day of Lunar New Year. Tomorrow will be a busy day I think. Lots of guests will be coming over to my house. Instead of sleeping early yesterday &amp;amp; tonight, why am I still awake? What do you think? It's work again. No. I'm not in the office. That will be too pathetic. Equally sad, I brought work home. I shouldn't have, but I don't have a choice. I need time on it. Holidays aren't for rest. It's for stress... The deadline is coming closer. But 2 jobs are still outstanding. I have only 2 days to finish them. How to? On top of that, I have other adhoc jobs &amp;amp; a client who thinks I am very free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am trying my best already. Eversince, I started this job, my migrain came back. The last time I had terrible migrains were in the Poly days. Gastrics pain became common. I don't have history of gastrics pain... It all started here. It's tiring. But should I be glad that at least I have a job? I know I should. But can't I feel tired? My eyesight deepens... No time for social life. Shopping is out of question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Endure. Endure. Couple more days(or years?) Endure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*~*~*Moo Moo year. Bring me some luck please... Moo Moo....*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7990645724302593006?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7990645724302593006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year-moooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7990645724302593006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7990645724302593006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year-moooo.html' title='Lunar New Year - MOOOO~~~'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-1590027011796087804</id><published>2009-01-11T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:44:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Bear or Bull for my 2009?</title><content type='html'>Hardly make a good start for 2009. It's Bear for the financial market. But work for me, is still as bullish as ever, if not 'better'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the inspiration for this entry...Shouldn't have drag too long to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*~*~*Moo Moo... Let the Bull run wild.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-1590027011796087804?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/1590027011796087804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-bear-or-bull-for-my-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1590027011796087804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1590027011796087804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-bear-or-bull-for-my-2009.html' title='Is it Bear or Bull for my 2009?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6542205014681772312</id><published>2008-11-23T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:57:28.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Life's so troublesome... Studies, careers, money, marriage, family even die you'll have to plan too. Study for the sake of future. It's one big investment. Career is the one that helps to roll in the bucks. When there's enough bucks and a potential life partner, marriage will be next. After marriage? Family. Kids, a place to call home. When old, you will want to draft will, plan funeral &amp;amp; decide where you will want be bury or cremate. There's so much to think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Everyday, nag nag nag.  Everyday, work work work. Everyday, think think think. Life's so troublesome. So troublesome... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Having headache with studies and work. Now? another one more. I don't know what is wrong. It's so scary. The scale can tip easily. Got to be very carefull at all times. A little too much can kills. Life's so troublesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Why am I not enjoying life anymore? I want to enjoy life just like before. Wake up in the morning happily, looking forward to everything. Welcome all challenges and tackle them with ease. Where is that lively energy? It's all gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*~*~*Life is so troublesome. Can I restart everything?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6542205014681772312?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6542205014681772312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6542205014681772312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6542205014681772312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is.html' title='Life is... ...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7977204942813228230</id><published>2008-11-11T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:05:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm after the calm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Storm comes and goes in a blink of an eye. Has it really gone away? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to Loyang Tua Pek Gong Temple today with friends. Pray for? Always, without fail, pray for my family to be safe and in good health. Today, I pray for myself for the first time. Pray for good health, career and that I can finish my studies smoothly. Ah! I forgotten about happiness. Boooo... Well, if I got what I pray for and be satisfied, I should be happy anyway, shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why do people pray?Pray for a hope. A hope that their wishes will come true. Without hope, how will life be? Hope is important. I wish... I hope... I pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Working hard and smart is still needed. Add in a bit of luck. Dreams might not be just dreams after all isn't it? Am I working hard and smart enough? Working towards hard and smart. I need to believe in myself more. I need to be more optimistic. Life will be happier I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ganbatte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*~*~*Then what comes after the storm?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7977204942813228230?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7977204942813228230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/storm-after-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7977204942813228230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7977204942813228230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/storm-after-calm.html' title='The storm after the calm...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4274443669108709346</id><published>2008-11-06T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:21:27.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>钱买不到的，不会是我的。钱买得到的，也不会有我的。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;想为自己买一点点的快乐和解脱。我错了吗?真的错了吗?不是机会来了要把握吗?是我搞错了吗?真的错了吗?真的错了。。。不是你的真的不能强求。我想要的到底是什么?为什么到现在还不清楚自己要的是什么?为什么频频出错?可恶的眼泪在眼眶里徘徊。下定了心不让泪水轻易落下的我，强忍着把泪往肚里吞。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道这样的做法不太对。不只是你会不赞成。是我又错了吧?我到底在心烦什么?可恶的烦恼整晚在我脑海里盘旋着，害我无法入眠。是我想太多了吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想。。。人要量力。有的就珍惜。没有的也不要想太多。可能这样会过得比较快乐吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;现在，什么都不用想了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*~*~*想要得到辛福。真的好难。是我又错了吗?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4274443669108709346?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4274443669108709346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4274443669108709346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4274443669108709346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='钱买不到的，不会是我的。钱买得到的，也不会有我的。'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6774859384561708713</id><published>2008-11-06T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:16:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's 4.06am. I still can't sleep. Too much thoughts troubling my mind. I can't sleep. I ponder and wonder. I think and worry. I question and ask. Is it or is it not? Can I or can I not? Should I or should I not? Will I or will I not? Would it be or would it be not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It should be the right move isn't it? If it is, why am I so troubled? What am I worrying about? Aren't that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;? Why think about these when it has not or maynot happen? Why make my poor brain work over-time? I must be crazy giving myself all these pressure. Isn't life stressful enough already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have to learn to slow down and relax. If only situations allow... I will... I just tried to encourage myself to cheer up previously and here I go again. Sinking into the dark pit of worries and sadness. Someone, please fill up the pit for me so that I will not fall into it again if I did not watch my steps. It's a terrible place to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sleep. I need sleep. Decent sleep. Peaceful sleep. Knock me out please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*~*To be or not to be. Who gets to decide?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6774859384561708713?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6774859384561708713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6774859384561708713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6774859384561708713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8186368170437783159</id><published>2008-10-14T00:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:18:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending symbolises the start of a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How to do a decent ending so that I can have a clean start to begin with? Come to think of it, I hardly get a decent ending for some of the stuff. Upsetting... But what's a girl's gotta do, she's gotta do. Oh well, I'll just have to take it as it comes. Hopefully, the silver lining will show in the end. Life's full of uncertainty and it starting to put lots of worries in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Always worrying about this and that. What is it gonna be like there? What will happen back here? Can I go in peace(not as in dying)? Will I be able to tie up all the loose ends in time? Starting to get a little tired. Lots of persistance and determination is the what I need to get through all these. It's always up to ownself... Want it or want it not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Often ask myself a lot of questions that I don't know if I can answer them. Stupid? No, Ice-cream Man said ignorance does not mean stupid. Why bother asking so many questions and get upset? Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to tune my mind towards positivity. Come on sunshine &amp;amp; laughter. Everyday is gonna be a great day. Life is too short to waste over darkness and tears. Brighten up~ Cheer up~ Don't end 2008 with sadness. It's gonna be a decent ending and a bright and clean start for 2009. Less than 2 months to go. Work hard on it. It is not gonna be just a dream. I must make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*~*~*想雨般的轻轻落下---&gt;那是昨天流下的泪水。今天的我，试着不再轻易落泪。*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8186368170437783159?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8186368170437783159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8186368170437783159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8186368170437783159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title='Ending symbolises the start of a new beginning.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4276295913867007654</id><published>2008-10-11T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:20:06.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>世界下起雨</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;天不做美，下起了雨。在这绵绵细雨的下午，心里正在想着烦人的事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;因该试着把心结打开，始放那被压抑已久的心灵。好想无优无虑的在天空翱翔。人世间太多烦恼。活得不快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;谁能点亮这条又黑又孤独的路? 好想哭。哭完了已后会变得快乐吗? 如果会，好想大哭一场。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;希望很快就会雨过天晴。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*~*~*世人一生到底在追求什么&lt;/span&gt;?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4276295913867007654?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4276295913867007654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4276295913867007654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4276295913867007654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='世界下起雨'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-448397814983999188</id><published>2008-10-11T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:10:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression sinking in</title><content type='html'>The world economy is sinking into depression... So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few while haven't been an easy time. Things didn't go like they were supposed to be. But what are things suppose to be anyway? Peaceful? Simple? Plain? Exciting? Fun? Eventful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's just not a happy life like before. I don't like this kind of life. But, I have the choice to choose and make the kind of life I want isn't it? Why am I not doing that? I feel powerless... I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*The Sun will shine again tomorrow...If it is not raining...*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-448397814983999188?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/448397814983999188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/depression-sinking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/448397814983999188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/448397814983999188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/10/depression-sinking-in.html' title='Depression sinking in'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4760230559164845103</id><published>2008-09-20T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:46:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost Make the move...</title><content type='html'>Some few days ago. I was feeling a little depressed over my career of choice. I made a rash decision and almost regretted it. Luckily, everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes. Is this the most suitable path for me? How would I know what actually suits me? Sighz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*~*Humans are so pitiful.*~*~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4760230559164845103?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4760230559164845103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-almost-make-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4760230559164845103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4760230559164845103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-almost-make-move.html' title='I almost Make the move...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5808271800712738385</id><published>2008-08-28T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:04:50.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain but smooth sailing, not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's near the end of 2008.What has been achieved so far? I can't think of significant achievements. Disappointment more like it. Not doing well in studies. Not stable (still) yet financially. Career advancing to where? The common stuff we mere mortals are always worrying about. The usual annoying stuiffs that I am always worrying about. When can I stop worrying about all these and slow down to look at the sceneries? No. No time. No time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colours. Where are the colours of life? How can I let these annoying issues bother me and interupt my life? Trying. Trying. Well, the Earth will still turn and life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*~*Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars. Can you lend me some sparkles to add to my life?*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5808271800712738385?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5808271800712738385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/plain-but-smooth-sailing-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5808271800712738385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5808271800712738385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/plain-but-smooth-sailing-not.html' title='Plain but smooth sailing, not...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5078678458403789257</id><published>2008-08-12T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:17:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress days to come...</title><content type='html'>It's 10.07am now. 9 more hours to exam. I have yet to fully digest the notes. Unable to concentrate. Don't know why. It's always seems that I have to study last minute. Seems like losing the interest and motivation to study. Lost sight of my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn I started this course, I dreamt. Dreamt of wearing my graduation gown and mortar board. Graduated beautifully. It was part of my goal. To reach there and celebrate. What about now? It seems so distant... So far away that I could hardly reach...Just like the stars in the sky. So sparkly and attractive, unreachable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, why did I put myself through all these? Ambitious. To remain competitive in the society. Lots of people have said, no qualifications is alrite. Still can earn big bucks. How true is that? I don't feel safe without one. Yet, even after securing one, the job isn't as good as one that don't require high qulification. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing confidence in studies and work. How long can I last before I burn out... Just celebrated my 26th Birthday. But what's there to celebrate? Celebrate that I'm not any younger? Celebrate life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work back on track. Straying off further and further away. Where is my guiding light? Has it dim out on me? Lost hope on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*~*~*Give me back my life.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5078678458403789257?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5078678458403789257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress-days-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5078678458403789257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5078678458403789257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress-days-to-come.html' title='Stress days to come...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5700160763747529111</id><published>2008-08-04T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:41:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress level climbing higher &amp; higher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M FEELING SO STRESSED NOW... SO STRESSED... HOW LONG CAN I HOLD BEFORE I BREAK DOWN? I HAVE NO IDEA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID I MAKE THE WRONG MOVE RESULTING IN TODAY'S SITUATION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*~*~*HOW TO SURVIVE IN THIS MODERN COMPETITIVE JUNGLE???*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5700160763747529111?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5700160763747529111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress-level-climbing-higher-higher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5700160763747529111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5700160763747529111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress-level-climbing-higher-higher.html' title='Stress level climbing higher &amp; higher...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2692683566059097391</id><published>2008-06-25T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:42:24.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits &amp; Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lost the mood to blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bundle of joy at home loves to cry and be carried by us. Poor little girl... Don't worry. Your future will be bright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;School work, assignments, tutorials, projects, tests. Gosh. I'm starting to panic. Trying. Trying. Stress, stress go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Had a sad dream yesterday. Dance. Taekwondo. Pizza-making. I missed those days. I missed doing all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wedding dinners to attend. At least, joyful events at the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last but not least, new job. I don't know if I am really looking forward to it. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*~*Where is the silver linings?*~*~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2692683566059097391?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2692683566059097391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/06/bits-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2692683566059097391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2692683566059097391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/06/bits-pieces.html' title='Bits &amp; Pieces'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3021967725084492280</id><published>2008-06-23T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:14:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Signature Color according to Tickle.com</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What's Your Signature Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Pink Chiffon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/signaturecolor/images/chiffon_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's nothing saccharine about you — your sweetness is one hundred percent natural! A gentle, thoughtful romantic like you must be paired with a color that's soft and warm — but still has a subtle sophisticated sheen. That's why Pink Chiffon is the perfect color for you! You're probably known for making the most of every situation and trying to see the best in people. But while you may be cheerful and innocent at times, you're nobody's fool. You may see the world through rose-colored glasses, but you can still see, after all. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you make wise insights time after time, it's probably your good nature and perpetual optimism that are what you're known for and what make you a joy to be around. Even those who sometimes make fun of your Pollyanna-like proclamations will turn to you when they need a friend and some cheering up. So keep pink, Chiffon. With you around, the world's a better place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=signaturecolorogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDIxMjM4OTg2MiZwdD*xMjE*MjEyNDQ2NDAzJnA9NTkxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3021967725084492280?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3021967725084492280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-signature-color-according-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3021967725084492280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3021967725084492280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-signature-color-according-to.html' title='My Signature Color according to Tickle.com'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3499564846817559494</id><published>2008-04-30T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:26:36.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I recalled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was watching chinese dance clips when I recalled how I fell in love with dance. Actually, it all started in Primary School. I was too shy to join the dance club so I joined the Art club instead. But then, I often under the pretense of going to toilet, I sat at one corner of the school hall watching the dance club members practising their pieces.I even could memorise the dance steps then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The actual contact came when I wentt to Secondary School. I thought, well, it was a new school, new environment, no one knows me, no one will laugh at me. I could join the dance club. I hesitated actually. I joined the Netball club instead under persuasion of my new classmates. My membership in the Netball club was shortlived. Just like in Primary School, I sat at a corner of the hall again watching them dance. They were then preparing for SYF competition with a beautiful dance piece inspired by Dun Huang, a place in China along the Silk Road I think. The music is so beautiful, combined with the dance moves, I was completely mesmerized. From then on I joined the dance club and have never regretted it since. I enjoyed every moment of it although pain, tears and sweat were shed. It would always be in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One thing I regretted was dropping out of dance school...I can never turn back the clock... I missed those dancing days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*~*Time &amp;amp; Tide wait for no Man*~*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3499564846817559494?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3499564846817559494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-recalled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3499564846817559494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3499564846817559494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-recalled.html' title='As I recalled...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5268776003050151001</id><published>2008-03-24T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:49:14.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how fast people can change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things hasn't been going well. It all started on the 3rd day of CNY. It's amazingly scary how fast people can change. I wonder why... Does marriage means as much as only a game to people? It hurts to see someone whom you care for so depressed and upset. I get so fustrated trying to help. Desparately needed to do something to resolve the issue. But it keeps dragging on and on. It's not that easy. The damages it caused is scary. It involves one poor innocent soul who has yet to see the world. I hate the person who caused all these to happened and there he is pushing the blame all around. Sincerely not guilty,shameful and remorseful of his dirty deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if to make matter worse, hurtful exchange of words were said.Emotionally unstable I believed as she seek unorthodox help. Why isn't she hearing what I say? Why isn't she doing what the lawyer suggested? Till now she hasn't accept that there is no turning back. I'm quite angry at her for being so weak. I know I have to understand from her point of view. But this is getting way out of hand. It's too fustrating. What actually went wrong... Do things really have to turn out this bad? All I know, the chances of reversing everything is way to dim. But she is still hanging on... Even if there is a thin strand of hope left, she will hang on... How do I tell her that it is not the end of world? How do I tell her without the jerk, life can still be good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate that jerk for all these. He acts as though he did nothing wrong. He and his smug look. How dare him! Although 2 months have passed, I couldn't get that anger off my heart. The damages just rippled on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish for the day to come for all these to end...soon...Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;to&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*~*What goes around will comes around...We shall wait and see...Retribution will come.*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5268776003050151001?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5268776003050151001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-how-fast-people-can-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5268776003050151001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5268776003050151001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-how-fast-people-can-change.html' title='That&apos;s how fast people can change...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6547105260332885151</id><published>2008-01-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:54:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I missed the days back in secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; where I get to dance in school events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days back in poly where I get to go for Taekwondo every week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days when I was still working in ML. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days when my ML pals and I had lunch together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days when my ML pals and I went for meals and parties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days when I was still taking my part time diploma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed my diploma project team.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the simplictity of life when I was still a young, innocent and ingorant kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed life when I don't have to worry about all the bills and eductation, the future and career...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stuff and people that I missed can go on and on.  I wished I have Doreamon. Then he can lend me his time travellign machine so that when I miss certain things in the past I can always go back and relive it once again. Unrealistic huh? Maybe in my dreams. In my dreams, if I can...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*~*They will only exist in memories*~*~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6547105260332885151?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6547105260332885151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-missed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6547105260332885151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6547105260332885151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-missed.html' title='I missed... ...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4176784894620568573</id><published>2007-12-31T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:15:40.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is 31st December 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2007 is coming to an end. It's time to do a recap &amp;amp; summary for the year. What have I achieved this year? Did I manage to fulfil what I wish for? Has this been a good &amp;amp; fruitful year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I managed to complete my Diploma successfully and got myself a better paid job and is able to gain experience relevant to my future career path. I got myself a wonderful boyfriend to share the ups &amp;amp; downs of my life and hopefully, he will be the one who will walk with me through the rest of my life till death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most memorable event of the year is the wedding of my sister. The day went on smoothly despite the blazing sun threathening to melt down everyone of us. I believe we all have a great time. This is the 2nd time I saw my Dad in tears, happy tears as he walked my sister out of our home. The dinner was great, food were nice and people had fun. It's just like a big reunion dinner for our relatives. Of course, I wouldn't be able to escape being asked the question of the year-"When will it be your turn to get married?" I believe I wouldn't be able to escape that question during chinese new year or any other family gatherings next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There's many events to look forward to next year. A new addition to our family, my new goal to fufil so that I can embark on a new journey toward my future, birthdays &amp;amp; anniversary &amp;amp; maybe more weddings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lastly, to conclude. This year has been pretty pleasant though with some hiccups along the way. At least everyone I care about are safe and healthy. Nothing more I can asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*~*Maybe 2008 be a even more fruitful year*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4176784894620568573?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4176784894620568573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-31st-december-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4176784894620568573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4176784894620568573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-31st-december-2007.html' title='Today is 31st December 2007'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5425493317528583624</id><published>2007-12-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:01:41.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Singapore, 0515hr, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What the h*ll! We were supposed to be in the airport at 5am. We overslept! Two of us were rushing. Luckily, we had everything packed and ready to go. Traffic was good. No jam. We managed to get there in time for our flight. Phew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bangkok, 0930hr, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finally~~ Arriving in Bangkok. We found our guide waiting. Riding a 45min coach jounery to our hotel.Dropped everything, took a quick shower. So anxious to start our day. Shopping~ I looked around our surrounding like a curious child. I find certain things fascinating. I saw pink cabs, blue cabs, green cabs, red cabs, motor-taxis,&amp;amp; Tuk-Tuk. Pink cabs.. I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ride in 1~ Our mode of transport on the 1st day were Tuk-Tuks... It's an experience for us. Quite a bumpy ride. The traffic is scary. The way the people ride &amp;amp; drive. Gosh! It's a wonder that we didn't see any accidents. We shopped around the street markets looking for cheap bargains. Seems like the thai version of our pasar malam. Back in the hotel after a day of wandering and shopping. We have another long exciting day tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bangkok, 0630am, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rise and shine. Woke up even earlier than on work day. Don't wanaa waste time sleeping on our precious trip. Breakfast. Coach was outside waiting to pick us up for our half day city tour. We went past the Royal Palace, Royal Temple and the pier where we would be taking a swim, ah.. no, boat across the river to see more temples. Temple of Dawn. Their temples are so grand and magnificent. Ours are just too plain in comparison. No surprise though because theirs a Buddhist country unlike ours. I liked the boat ride but it's kinda short. The weather was very good, too good that it can burn. Back across the river we went to see more temples. There's this 32m tall Golden Buddha. Kinda hard to get it into the picture. Almost have to kneel to the ground to fit it in. We managed though. Picture turned out..Nice. No more temples after this. It's to the Gem Gallery Gems.. A woman's favourite...Hmmm....The guide was teasing my Baobei to buy big diamonds for me. Well, he didn't get me big diamonds though. He got me something else. (Please don't rob me...They are all bargain gems.) A simple square amethyst ring(my fave) and a ring with my birthstone, peridot. No. They are not proposal or engagement rings. He's just pampering me. The rest of the gems are bit pricy. I wanted to get pink gems but they don't have simple designs that I like. A drink at the Gems Gallery's coffee lounge marked the end of the half day tour. There were coaches outside that would that us to various places. We boarded the one going to MBK(Mah Boon Krong). Another round of shopping began. The 2nd day of shopping.. :p Far more items than the 1st day.Scary. We dropped off our 1st round of shopping goodies back in the hotel and went off for a 2nd round at the market. Pratunam Market. Owww... Tons of bargain items on sale. Shop &amp;amp; shop. Back to the hotel. So warm and tired. But happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bangkok, 0700hr, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Breakfast again. The pancakes were yummy. As we had bit more time before the coach arrive to take us to the Safari Park, we took a walk round the corner to A&amp;amp;W. Something that had ceased to exist in S'pore. He bought me a cute A&amp;amp;W bear. :p It's a long jounery to the Park as it's located at the outskirts of Bangkok. As we were nearing our destination, I found the scenes around familiar. The kampong days... There's crop fields and zinc roofs housing. Seems so peaceful and relaxing here. Ideal retirement place? Maybe... We rided into the Safari in the same coach we came in. You can drive your own vehicle in too. Both of us were amazed. It wasn't what we had expected to see. The number of animals and birds, the space. It does look like the African Safari. There's no barricades separating the different species of animals(other than the dangerous predators). It's a beautiful sight. It's a pity that we couldn't get better pictures taken because that d&amp;amp;mn window wouldn't open...Argh! We saw the feeding of the tigers. A keeper fed the tigers in a cage on the back of a jeep. The tigers were on the cage, leaning on the cage. We were like... Wah! Something we most probably wouldn't see in our own Safari. Lunch was disappointing. The food was simply plain. After lunch we went for various show. There's the orang-utan boxing show, sealion show, dolphin show, cowboy stunt show and spy war show. We got wet watching the stunt show. They used real explosives for the show. A dynamite was threw into the well. Exploded and water splashed 2storey high, hit the roof and fell like heavy rain onto us. The warning sign did warn us that the 1st 2rows will get we. But we were sitting on the 4th row... They used explosives for the spy war show too. This time, we got smarter. The sign said the 1st 6rows will get wet. So, we sat on the 12th row. Hah.. Lucky us. The explosives used were so strong that we felt the heat even when we were so far away from stage. Pretty interesting as it's highly impossible to see thes kind of shows with explosives in S'pore. Oh, I had a photo taken of cute polar bear kissing me. Just pure luck that Baobei had taken this picture. It's hard to have chance like that. So cute~ I love the photo. But the lighting is bad. Photoshop will do wonders for me, I hope. Back to town where more shopping continued. :p We spent most of the $ leaving some for transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bangkok, 0500hr, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Got up real early as coach will be taking us to airport at 6am. Awfully early. Yawnz... Reluctantly to leave Bangkok. So relaxing. No worries... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Singapore, 1200pm, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Home sweet home. End of our lovely trip. Looking forward to the next holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*~*~*It's a beautiful trip, especially when you have a wonderful travelling partner*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5425493317528583624?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5425493317528583624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-days-in-bangkok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5425493317528583624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5425493317528583624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-days-in-bangkok.html' title='3 days in Bangkok'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6078587454484468559</id><published>2007-11-29T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:31:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lots of stuff to look forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) My upcoming Bangkok trip with my Blue Snail. :p In the past years, I hardly get to go overseas, not even JB. This year? I guessed situation change for the better. I got to go Hongkong in July and now Bangkok. Happy of course. Shopping and sight-seeing. It's gonna be fun. YEAH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) D&amp;amp;D. Not sure if I am really looking forward to that.But there might be chances of winning some lucky draw prizes.Maybe that's something worth looking forward to. There's gonna be 2 D&amp;amp;D to attend. Own company and Blue Snail's company's. The themes are so boring. IT's always the same around. BORING~People, where are your sense of creativity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Wedding dinners. Yes, wedding dinners with an 's'. 2 of them to be exact. One is Blue Snail's friend's wedding. The other is my sister's. I love weddings. My idea of a wedding is about romance,happiness,blissfulness and enjoyment. I definitely will plan my own style of wedding. It's a once in a lifetime event. So it's gonna to be super memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Christmas. I like special events and occasions. I can plan special stuff and secret actions. I like to give my friends(who are worth my efforts) pleasent surprises. This year, it would be the same. Wonder if I have time to make cards. I do that almost every year. But this year... Hmmm... We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5) ACCA. Start of a new fresh pathway to fulfil new goals. Just like what I felt and believed strongly in when I first took my private Diploma. I don't care what others say. It's not my problem. I have to believe in myself. I allow no room for failure. No room for hesitations. No room for hindrance. No room for discouragment. I don't have time. I must make it. Very ambitious. But I chosen to take this choice. So it shall be so. No matter how tough, I have to persist. No turning back. Wish me all the best and good luck. I'm gonna need that. I know my Blue Snail and trusty friends will give me their full support and encourgement. I have proven to myself(and the ones who wish to see that I'll fail) that I have succeeded in finishing what I have started. I know I can do it again. It's in my blood. I will finish what I start. I must... There's no time to waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How come there's no mention of bonus to look forward to you might ask? It's because, there is no bonus to look forward to. Yes. Haiz.. So sad. That will be in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh. I just have 2 of my wisdom teeth extracted. It's so scary. Not so much of pain from the extraction itself. It's the injections that were painful to start with.After that, it's just plain pressure. Nothing much. Soft diet, no big smiles and laughters. So far so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lots of changes undergoing at work.Not convienent to discuss here though...Haiz.. Just say, Ganbatte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*~*~*I miss you guys...*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6078587454484468559?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6078587454484468559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6078587454484468559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6078587454484468559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking forward to:'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5914695163621274940</id><published>2007-10-27T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:53:18.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it smooth or just plain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Should I be glad that life is plain &amp;amp; simple now? Or should I be envious of others' bright and colorful life? Yes, yes, look at what I have and be satisfied not look at what I don't have and brood over it. But hey! I'm a normal earthly being. I did try. But then... Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's always work and home, work and home. So boring. Before, there were still meals and clubbing gatherings. Where did all these go? There's nothing much to look forward to. Everything is pretty stagnant. It's boring. I need some colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Br&lt;/span&gt;ig&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;t and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;rge&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; Co&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*~*~*Time to inject some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in my Life*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5914695163621274940?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5914695163621274940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-smooth-or-just-plain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5914695163621274940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5914695163621274940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-smooth-or-just-plain.html' title='Is it smooth or just plain?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3870557163714941487</id><published>2007-10-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:01:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing thoughts - In the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Freezing cold here. Waiting for nothing. Wondering when will he be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, wedding bell is ringing again. This time round? It rings in my family.Neh.. Not me. It's my sister. Yes! Finally, I'll have the room all by myself. :p My very own space, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come to think of it, Mr Alien once said one shouldn't marry for the wrong reason which at that point of time, he's saying me. Well, Mr Alien, don't worry. I wouldn't. And you? Better save up some $ for my wedding angbao when I marry for the right reason. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saw an email from my newly-wedded friend. She attached photos from her honeymoon. So envious. (Ah ah~ Mr Alien. Nope. I wouldn't get married because I wanna go for honeymoon ya.) So sweet. I hope they will stay so sweet and loving till death do them apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a bored-to-the-maximum day. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah~ I'm going to school soon. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*My Guiding Light is shining bright. Please let me have the strength to keep it alight forever.*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3870557163714941487?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3870557163714941487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/passing-thoughts-in-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3870557163714941487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3870557163714941487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/passing-thoughts-in-office.html' title='Passing thoughts - In the office'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5916190463731064450</id><published>2007-10-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:51:04.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster rolling...and many other short stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Work hasn't been going smooth since August. I don't know who I have offended or what I have done. I tried my best to make sure there's no mistakes. But the more careful I wanna be, the more mistakes I tend to make. What is this? I put in efforts and heart into making it a good piece of work. However, time and again, it turned out disasterous. What the heck happened? All fingers pointed at me. I don't deny that it's partly my own overlooked. But then, I definitely is damn unwilling to bear all the blame. No use explaining either... Hopeless.. I lost motivation to work. I hope all these crap will be over and this month, it will be a fresh new start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Last Saturday was a great get-together day. Thanks to Mrs Sunshine Smiley. I gotta catch up with couple of long missed friends. God, I realised I miss them lots. I miss the time with them back then. Unfoturnately, that time is already history. Gonna make some effort to create more time like that so I will have beautiful history to look back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;More wedding bells are ringing. Not mine, at least not anytime now... Too early. Glad to see them happily married. Wish them a blissful future. Oh ya, my ex-captain has a new addition into his family. A beautiful baby boy. He's so adorable. Wish them all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weekend is approaching. Need to work a bit. But would be real glad for the short break. I wanna go prawning~~Prawning is fun. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*~*Lady Luck, Please spare me a smile. Really need it.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5916190463731064450?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5916190463731064450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/disaster-rollingand-many-other-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5916190463731064450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5916190463731064450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/10/disaster-rollingand-many-other-short.html' title='Disaster rolling...and many other short stories.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-684565595439260958</id><published>2007-09-14T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:36:27.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a rainy Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The sky's so gloomy now. Rain rain rain. I hope it's not raining in the earthquake hit areas. It will make things harder for the victims and rescuers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haven't been updating diligently. :p Kinda busy with stuff. All my September weekends are fully booked with parties, work and weddings. Wedding bells ringing~ Not mine unfortunately. Not anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trying to squeeze out the creative juices from my brain to think of off tricks to tease and 'bully' the groom before he can get to see his bride. Tough. Had been waiting for my dear friend's big day when she told us earlier in the year. Finally. Happy for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's see. There's a birthday bash for a lovely IT babe from ML tomorrow, Wedding for the whole of Sunday,Mr Exotic's house-cooling party next Saturday, work on Sunday morning till noon, work on Saturday morning till noon and wedding dinner at night. Woah.. Overwhelming. There's also a BBQ gathering at Mrs Smiley's house. Eventful eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh ya, last Tuesday and Wednesday, went for a meaningful and useful skill training at HDB Hub. Was a great and fun training. Learnt a lot that could be apply almost everywhere, everyday and anytime on anyone. I'm glad I went. I got 'punished' for being late , so I gotta sing a song in front of everyone. :p Tried to be sporty and participate in everything. Gotta know more of my colleauges from other teams. Conclusion? Fun and informative. The trainer is good, fun, knowledgeable. Wonderful Nothing more I can ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I hope the rain will stop soon. I don't wish for it to spoil the program My Man and I had planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*Rain Rain, Go away. Come again another day. Little 'children' wanna play*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-684565595439260958?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/684565595439260958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-rainy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/684565595439260958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/684565595439260958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-rainy-friday.html' title='It&apos;s a rainy Friday.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5647463522184359000</id><published>2007-08-14T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:43:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the Heart grows fonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day 1: Break of dawn you went to work while I visited Zhou Gong again. You spent your day at work while I went for my class at Pasir Ris. A day without you around. Feels bit weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day 2: You are in another nearby island with them while I was at course. Missing each other... I finished sewing the keychain bears, waiting for you to come back and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day 3: Today, had a busy day at work while you are still busy with yours in the greens. I'm glad today is gonna be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*~*Heart's growing fonder every moment you are away*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5647463522184359000?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5647463522184359000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/08/absence-makes-heart-grows-fonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5647463522184359000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5647463522184359000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/08/absence-makes-heart-grows-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the Heart grows fonder?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-355730244821245803</id><published>2007-08-02T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:56:07.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new toy &amp; Friends of Donkey years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My Sweetheart bought me another new toy to play with. A slick, slim looking Samsung mobile. Wee~ It's one pretty little thing. He's gonna spolit me if he keeps buying toys for me. :p I love him to bits not because he buys me gifts, but because he is so sweet and generous in heart. *Muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hey Baby, if you are reading this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I Love you Lots &amp;amp; Lots~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just went for a Primary school gathering yesterday. Wow.. Time really flies. Come to think of it, we are friends for over a decade, some even a two decades. Cool. We still able to meet up and catch up on each other's lives and re-live the funny stuff from school. SO fun. Better if more can turn up. Someone have to take the initiative to organise and gather people. The rest? Appreciate the efforts and try to turn up. Had a wonderful time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;At this hour, I should be at work, but I'm at home. An off day to compensate for the day they asked me to work when I had an MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah~~ Rest to get well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*~*~* Time Flies, People age, but Friendship never change.*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-355730244821245803?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/355730244821245803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-toy-friends-of-donkey-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/355730244821245803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/355730244821245803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-toy-friends-of-donkey-years.html' title='A new toy &amp; Friends of Donkey years'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6569523913051385346</id><published>2007-07-26T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:45:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a hidden Bitch in every girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;A walk down the Comments section. Woah! I have to say. What a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I realised. There must be a hidden bitchy character in every girl. Yes, even me. Exactly what does bitchy means? (Let me check the dictionary..... Checking... Checking...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"adjective, bitch·i·er, bitch·i·est. Slang. characteristic of a bitch; spiteful; malicious."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Right... I see. Someone is jealous. Attempted to draw blood with her claws. Ha! Sorry. You missed. Aim properly next time will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6569523913051385346?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6569523913051385346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-hidden-bitch-in-every-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6569523913051385346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6569523913051385346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-hidden-bitch-in-every-girl.html' title='There&apos;s a hidden Bitch in every girl?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2220229632603298421</id><published>2007-07-25T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:25:37.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging @ Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haven't been updating diligently. Kinda busy with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on my HK trip. It's fun. Fun shopping and my trip buddies are great company. I would love to go holiday with them again. Unfortunately, we didn't really take much group photos.. I did take lots of street signs to show where we went. Haven't upload them yet. :p Long overdue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some happy news. I have handed over my post as President in my Singles Club. Yeah~ Bye bye Singlehood. Happily attached to a nice loving boyfriend. Had already introduced him to a few close friends and my colleauges has all seen his photos and knew about him. Attached life have never been so wonderfully happily. But then some hiccups had to interupt my peaceful and happy new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship turns bitter. Bitter actions, bitter remarks, humilation..etc Why does it have to be this way? Do I have to lose something becasue I had gained something? It's so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful. Best part? This bitter forced to me choose from my passion and my new boyfriend. No way I'm gonna choose. I don't want to. It doesn't have to be this way. He's very supportive that I should continue with that passion. There's no need for me to give it up because of that bitterness and hostility shown. I have to be brave. No one is gonna rule and ruin my new found happiness. No way. I have to stop dwelling at there. People, please grow up. We all should have a more generous heart. &lt;strong&gt;If you have really care so much about me, you wouldn't want to hurt me so much in this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all that crap. Life's too short to waste over such stuff. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we meet? Hmm.. He was an acquaintance's boyfriend back then. We didn't really talk much. But we had each other in our friendster and MSN. Strange thing was, I never realised he's in my MSN list. We had very brief contacts on and off. Until one day, because of a casual comment from me about his car which I thought was new and cute. So happen that he was online too and he responded. We then realised we are in each other MSN list. There, we started chitchatting. We went on our 1st date from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st impression of him(excluding the 1st time we met) when we 're-meet'? Hmm.. Tall, tanned, lean, bit quiet, gentleman..etc. We clicked the moment we met. It's so sudden and pleasantly surprising that things between us happened so fast. There's mutual attraction. So. That's it. He's my lovable, adorable caring sweetheart now. He has been wonderful so far. I told him, he's spoiling me. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would really be a fairytale kinda love story if things stay this way. I couldn't have ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*~*~*Me &amp; U, Bumble Swift &amp;amp; Melody shall live happily everafter?*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2220229632603298421?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2220229632603298421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-office.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2220229632603298421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2220229632603298421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-office.html' title='Blogging @ Office'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3751518865682433930</id><published>2007-07-09T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:45:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few hours before flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stoning in front of the PC. A few more hours before our flight to HK. Yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 things to be happy about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's holidays~ HK! Here we come~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something special... But I'm keeping it to myself. *giggle* Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta go~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3751518865682433930?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3751518865682433930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-hours-before-flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3751518865682433930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3751518865682433930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-hours-before-flying.html' title='A few hours before flying'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4639752111030666943</id><published>2007-07-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:37:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What day is today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's Thursday. The last entry was Tuesday. Yeah~ Tomorrow is Friday. Not just because it's near weekend. It's because there's taekwondo and it also means my HK trip is coming. Yippe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As usual, the day started with pain. Trying hard to ignore the stupid pain and concentrate on work. Thinking that concentrating hard on work will make me forget about the pain. Wrong. More pain instead. Why? Well, because last week I was busy closing 1 client's books and a new girl came. So boss asked to have some work for her to do. I passed on another client's a/cs for her to do. Today, I took over that client's a/cs and found things confusing. Hmm... Not that I'm blaming her or what. It's just that you know when you did something a bit and someone else does a bit too and you took over again.. It gets confusing as you wouldn't know what the other person did and what you did previously. I spent almost the whoel day tidying up and figuring out. And there's the annoying GST. The only thing good is that it keeps me occupied. Hopefully, more will come and I wouldn't have time to think about non-work related stuffs. Such thought gives me mood swing from time to time. I don't like it. I don't want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Right now, I'm thinking of what to do during training tomorrow.  I wanna train hard. Lose weight, gain agility, increase flexibiity, sweat through my gi and make myself tired. Then I can go home, have a nice shower and a good sleep. Wake up feeling fresh and head for the temple count. Back to office to return keys and back home to pack for Hk trip.  Hesitating whether to go for someone's house party on sat or not. Hmm.... I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, Boss treated us to TCC for drinks and food. So full. She's pretty nice actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm... What else to write? There's more. But I don't know how to put them into words yet. Certain confusion and fustration. Luckily, I can seek solace in Taekwondo, in my dreamland, my game, my surreal world. Escaping reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~* Give me back my smile, please?*~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4639752111030666943?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4639752111030666943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day-is-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4639752111030666943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4639752111030666943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day-is-today.html' title='What day is today?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6955737982950026425</id><published>2007-07-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:23:01.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Puffy cheek. All thanks to Wisdom tooth. Why does 'Wisdom tooth' sounds so nice and yet, it feels so bad? So painful. Does that means, in order to gain wisdom, you will have to suffer 1st?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The tooth have been bothering me on and off. I'm going for my trip next week. I wish it would just go away 1st. My head seems to be cracking because of the tooth. Gums bit swollen. Makes it difficult to bite, smile and laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's Tues only.. Friday. Quick quick come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Pain. Nothing but Pain.*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6955737982950026425?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6955737982950026425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom-tooth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6955737982950026425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6955737982950026425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom-tooth.html' title='Wisdom tooth'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8129785803809587986</id><published>2007-07-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:39:41.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Martial Arts and day after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday was a pretty interesting day. Hardly get to see different martial arts groups appeared in the same place. Went refereeing for our own tournament. Senior matches indeed different from the junior's. Lots of things to take note, decide and judge. Complicated. Anyway, the 'cutest' part was when we had to act as corner judges for Kick-boxing matches. Interesting. Things happened so fast, by the time we recorded a score, some other actions had already taken place. We could hear cheers but not know what who had score where and by wat. Quite confusing. But it's a gd experience which not everyone can have. So I treasure the time. AFter the tournament, we headed down to HQ to unload the stuff. Then back to the East-side for class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh ya, there were 2 things that I did for the very 1st time. The only burger I eat is Mos riceburger coz I don't really like bread. However, my lunch for Sunday was a McChicken Burger from Mac. No choice. Hungry. And lunch was from a senior instructor. So, I took my very 1st bite of normal burger. Hmmm.. No too bad... :p The other thing was, my back-hook really cannot make it.. And I attempted to do jumping back-hook. Yeah~ Not very well-done. But managed to get the feel of it. Needs to keep practising. Maybe next year can try go for tournament...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had been a pretty pleasant day. One of our club guy got a Gold Medal. We are so proud of him. But he almost scare us to death when he 1st got hit at the chin and his tooth got chipped. He managed to pull back the score and win the 1st match. The final was good. Although he got penalised for 2 minor fouls, he managed to win coz he scored alot. Well Done~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, today.. Bad. Wisdom tooth is giving me a bad headache. My left jaw there bit puffy already. I can't really smile or chew food.. Maybe tomorrow on, I'll be very quiet and eating semi-liquid food. horrible. I'm looking forward to my HK trip. Stupid tooth. Don't spoil it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*~* Tooth Tooth. Be good ok?*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8129785803809587986?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8129785803809587986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/mixed-martial-arts-and-day-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8129785803809587986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8129785803809587986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/07/mixed-martial-arts-and-day-after.html' title='Mixed Martial Arts and day after.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4989170273844871542</id><published>2007-06-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:14:59.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These 2 weeks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last Sunday was a busy , warm, sweaty and sticky day. Went for my very 1st tournament(junior) to do refereeing. All of us were nervous. Worried that we would make mistakes. Making mistakes in real tournament is no joke, we could get pelted with rotten eggs. :p We reached the tournament ground at around 8.30am. Change into our referee uniforms which is a white polo-T hand-printed by our Dear Sir. The whole day was freaking warm. All of us were melting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We got organised into groups of 4 and taking turns to do corner judges and referee. When it's my turn to referee a match, I was very nervous. I was the 1st girl referee to go up. :p I kept trying to make sure I keep my eyes on the contestants making sure there was no foul. I tried to make my voice as loud as can be. I have to make sure my back wasn't facing the head of court. There's so much distraction around, so much to keep in mind. It can confusing. But then, after a few more rounds, I got the hang of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The whoel day ended around 11pm after packing and clearing up the place. By time I got home, was already after midnight. So tired. The thing I most wanted wasn't my bed. It's a shower. Freaking sticky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This coming Sunday tournament (senior), we were also asked to go. I'm more worried about the senior one. Seniors are more aggressive. Lucky, it's not a whole day event as the tournament is a mixed martial arts tournament. Ours Taekwondo will be the 1st up. most probably by early noon will be over. We still have class to teach in the evening. So, it's gonna be a whole day Taekwondo again. Whew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Time to go play my lovely Sims2. Recently got it installed again. Yippe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's so freaking warm nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4989170273844871542?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4989170273844871542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4989170273844871542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4989170273844871542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-2-weeks.html' title='These 2 weeks..'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6585864100072411994</id><published>2007-06-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:24:12.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condemned!</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pizza Hut@ Far East Square&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for lunch and to celebrate Babe's birthday. No one attended to us and we were kept waiting at the entrance. Cuterger decided to go in and ask for someone to serve us. This guy said he will attend to us shortly. Waited and waited. No, he didn't attend to us. So, Cuterger and Boy went in again to the manager. Manager said will attend to us shortly. Cuteger told him there's a empty table at one corner. Manager's response was that table is for 6.We have 8. Is it too hard to get another table to join and make it 8? No. It seemed to me that they don't care about the customers. We decided we wait for a while more. The manager walked past right in front of us and didn't even glance up and offer apology and explanation why we were kept waiting. It's so rude. Crappy service. We had enough of waiting and we left. by then my poor lunch time is left with only half hour. The rest of them have more flexible lunch time. Freaking mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go there again. Crappy place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*~*What is call Service? No service is better than bad service.*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6585864100072411994?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6585864100072411994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/condemned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6585864100072411994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6585864100072411994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/condemned.html' title='Condemned!'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-1587146328888973482</id><published>2007-06-21T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:09:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Egyptian Zodiac sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" width="500" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Sekhmet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/egypt/sekhmet.gif" width="162" height="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;font face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Observant, authoritative, indulgent, moral and witty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Colors:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;male: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#339900"&gt;green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;, female: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#66CCCC"&gt;turquoise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Compatible Signs:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Bastet, Geb &lt;/font&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dates: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;July 29 - Aug 11, Oct 30 - Nov 7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Role:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt; Goddess of war and vengeance&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;Lion-headed woman with the sun over her head&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sacred Animal:&lt;/b&gt; lion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/egypt/" target="_blank"&gt;What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Designed by &lt;a href="http://warlocksrealm.homeip.net/blog" target="_blank"&gt;CyberWarlock&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/" target="_blank"&gt;Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-1587146328888973482?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/1587146328888973482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-egyptian-zodiac-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1587146328888973482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/1587146328888973482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-egyptian-zodiac-sign.html' title='My Egyptian Zodiac sign'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2073660278319202571</id><published>2007-06-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:11:55.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tarot card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, &lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;home &lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2073660278319202571?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2073660278319202571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-empress-beauty-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2073660278319202571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2073660278319202571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-empress-beauty-happiness.html' title='My Tarot card'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8693595784601595719</id><published>2007-06-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:16:17.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depleting Energy, depression... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Having mood swings lately. Wonder why... Just unable to pick up the mood. Even if there's thing to be happy about, I still can't cheer up. Wonder why... Just no energy to to be happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is really worth being happy about? Even when I'm typing this entry now, I feel like crying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so horrible to feel this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what's the best part? I checked my account and the figure I see is depressing. I wonder if I can go for my trip happily, worry-free. Kinda regret going for the trip because I'm certainly not financially stable enough. Not stable enough for holidays, not stable enough for GSS, not stable enough for studies. What the hell... Depressing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am quite disappointed with myself. Upset. At this age, what have I achieved? The only achievement I could tink of is the completion of my Diploma. But it's insufficent. Progress was stalled. Oh God... I'm starting to feel lost again. Lost in my own world of depression, mood swings and blues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me out of this mess. I don't want to stay there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~* I need Shimmery Summer. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't want chilly Winter*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9231431-8693595784601595719?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8693595784601595719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/depleting-energy-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8693595784601595719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8693595784601595719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/depleting-energy-depression.html' title='Depleting Energy, depression... ...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4840819528740449544</id><published>2007-06-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:52:01.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkish day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wore pink to work. My fave color. Hardly wear pink nowadays. Don't know why. Anyway, another day flew past. Was too engrossed in doing work that I missed my fave time of the day. Going home time~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went to AMK and got myself Photoshop CS2. Just installed it successfully. Finally, my own Photoshop. Yeah~ No need to use my Sis's which is in her laptop and her laptop is seldom home. But my pc starts to lag a little. Lousy pc+mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe my Birthday wish will be to have a gorgeous PC or Laptop of my own(preferably in pink. :p). Just maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A piece of good news to share. Gonna be converted to perm staff in July. Hopefully, alongside with all the other perks and benefits of being a perm staff. Future is looking bright(I hope so...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another day has passed without missing the lost ones&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4840819528740449544?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4840819528740449544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/pinkish-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4840819528740449544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4840819528740449544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/pinkish-day.html' title='Pinkish day'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7340551216792065589</id><published>2007-06-14T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:16:38.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greyish? Yellowish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ya, another colored post. Was feeling grey.. Moody... Went to shop for a pair of black pants and sports shoes needed for refereeing day. Was trying out this pair of pants in Bugis. I walked out of the changing room intending to ask my friend for opinion. This lady went right into the room I just used...With my own dress still inside. I didn't realise that at first until I decided the pants don't fit and wanna change back into my dress. She was in there quite a while. There's like 10 empty rooms lor. Why chose the one with my dress and she saw me walked out lor. As she was taking quite a long time in there, a thought wondered into my mind. What if she tried on my dress?! Damn! She really did!!! I was very angry. She left the shop by the time I changed. However, the world is really small. We met in the washroom. She looked very shocked when she saw me and my dress and was practically staring at me. So rude!!! Brainless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I saw a couple of sports shoes I liked. Puma, Nike and Adidas. Narrowed down to the Puma and Nike ones. But expensive... I don't really wear sport shoes. But I have to get a decent one. I don't wish to buy one that I don't really like.. End up wearing just once and dumped in a corner in the shoe cupboard. Maybe I'll just get the Nike one. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why is it yellowish? Because of the sunny sun. So warm. Melting already. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went on a 1hour over journey to course training ground. So far. I thought I missed my stop. Luckily, I didn't. Way back home is slightly fast. Tomorrow will be another training day. After that, dinner and off to Taekwondo. Oh ya, maybe I'll go get my shoes? Oh well, we'll see how tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drowsy...Sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;**~*I saw lots of Big, Medium &amp; Baby snails.Cute &amp;amp; Adorable.I wish I can have a Pet Snail.*~**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7340551216792065589?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7340551216792065589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/greyish-yellowish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7340551216792065589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7340551216792065589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/greyish-yellowish.html' title='Greyish? Yellowish...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6837663177703025692</id><published>2007-06-12T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:13:59.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green eyed Monster - In a corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's scary to turn into a green eyed monster. I don't wanna be become one. I don't want. It's all Pandora's fault. Curiousity kills us all. Sometimes, just can't help it. That green eyed monster just creeped up on me. Forced me to be like it. Damn... Struggling, trying all ways to neutralise that greeny thingy... Keep away from me. Gotta tell myself.. Gotta tell myself, I can't have best of the world. I can't... Be satisfied. Learn to be satisfied. Have to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO GREENY EYED MONSTER! GO AWAY! GO STAND IN THE CORNER! DON"T BOTHER ME AGAIN! LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's already near mid-June. My Hongkong trip. Coming nearer and nearer. Although, it's just a short trip. But I guessed I earned it. I'll enjoy myself very much. Definately will. After that, it will be time for a celebration. My Birthday. I always plan my own Birthday party. Always... Nobody can ever surprise me.. Nobody... Hmm.. Maybe someone did.. Just that once. Just once. Rare. But then, I might not have much cash on hand to do much of a party... Maybe already spent most in Hongkong... Oh well... Just see how then... Wonder what will I be planning for my Birthday this year. Eating is definately part of it... But what's next? (sigh) Maybe, hide at home and sleep. Wait for the day to be over and be sad about it? :p Crazy... Who do I wanna ask along? Who will always be ready to come along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I realised (once again), I need to rely on myself. Depend on myself and no one else. Be it, physically, mentally or emotionally. No one will ever be there for anyone 24/7. Nobody can. It's all up to my ownself... Always the case. Learn to trust, only myself... Just myself. Only myself. No one else. Nobody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~~Love the overcast sky, the wind that whipped my hair around~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6837663177703025692?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6837663177703025692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-eyed-monster-in-corner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6837663177703025692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6837663177703025692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-eyed-monster-in-corner.html' title='Green eyed Monster - In a corner'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2924199064688171305</id><published>2007-06-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:24:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Blue...So Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's a blue blue start for the week. Why does it have to be Monday Blues? Argh... I don't like to feel blue, nor green, nor yellow..etc. When I went work today, I don't even feel like smiling or talking. I just wanna do my work quietly, peacefully and wait for 5.30pm. I don't know why. I just can pick up my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I used to go work happily although I dislike my company's management. It's the environment that I was placed in. It feels like a 2nd home. I dare say, most of the time I looked forward to work. I dare say, I put a lot of pride and efforts into the work there even though the work seems so unimportant and useless to my future career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But now? The pride and effort seems lesser. I don't know why. The work now is pretty helpful maybe crucial to my future career. But my heart doesn't seems to be around at most times. Why? The difference is noticable. I wasn't this careless at work. Somehow, I kept making careless mistakes. It shouldn't be happening. I'm so disappointed in myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;My Angels &amp; Fairy Elves.Please Help me find my cheerfulness (Happiness?) once again&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2924199064688171305?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2924199064688171305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-blueso-blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2924199064688171305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2924199064688171305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-blueso-blue.html' title='It&apos;s Blue...So Blue...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7618582829356119546</id><published>2007-05-28T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:30:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Referee Course and the rest of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First day of course, late... So embarassing. Not my fault ok? I was on time... Anyway, lucky for us, we weren't the lastest ones. Gotta be more punctual next lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Started off with tons of theories, rules and regulations. Enough for us to study through the week. The second half of the lesson was practical stuff. There are handsigns and korean commands to pick up. We had to learn when to use the handsigns and commands. We made mistakes like facing wrong directions, wrong commands and the suddenly-don't-know-what-to-do reactions. So messy. Better to make mistakes in class and learn than to make them on actual tournaments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Near the end of class, we were taught the correct pronounciation of the koreans commands and terms we will be using. Made us tongue-tied. :p Interesting though. New language learnt. We will e having theory and practical exam at end of course. I'm so nervous about it. What if I panic and make mistakes? The 'best' part is that after the test, we all will have to referee a real tournament due in late June. OMG!!! Then, we can pass and considered to be a qualified referee and will get our certificates. I'm scared.. :p No confidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Class ended around 3.30pm. Had some time to spare before the evening class. Went to Snake's house to play mahjong only to find his parents and siblings playing. All took a short nap and took over the mahjong game later in the evening. Went to class and had plenty of sparring going on. I didn't join in the sparring. Was helping to guide the kids and the two kids going for tournament in June. Maybe next lesson then I'll join the sparring? Haven't been doign sparring for ages. Rusty like nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2.30am: I'm still not asleep. Hair's still damp. Getting heavy eyes... *Yawnz* (~.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7618582829356119546?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7618582829356119546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-of-referee-course-and-rest-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7618582829356119546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7618582829356119546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-of-referee-course-and-rest-of.html' title='First day of Referee Course and the rest of the day'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4981295376743539469</id><published>2007-05-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:13:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Train operator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mao and I were waiting for train back home at Bishan yesterday. The train arrived with quite a crowd in it. The door opened and people alighted. We stood at the side of the door to let the people alight first. The "door closing alarm sounded" and people are still pouring out of the train slowly ignoring the alarm. Suddenly, the doors closed. One girl was halfway out of the door. She was almost clamped by the doors. Luckyily, she managed to pull herself back into the train. I was quite shocked. There are still people coming out of the train, and people like me still waiting to go into the train. Do these people who had alighted had to stroll to the escalator? If they have walk a bit faster, maybe the girl can have gotten off the train in time. (But then, I'll still miss the train) How can the doors just closed like that and drove off? I was still standing near the train. Can the train operator make an effort to check if the doors are clear before he closed and drove off? What if the girl was clamped by the door? Wouldn't she be drag all the way through? What if someone bumped into me and I bumped against the train side? Wouldn't I be throw off balance and get hurt by the leaving train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with these people? Accidents don't just happen because God plans them. It's because of reckless and careless people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Moral of the story? Run out of the train when it's your stop just in case the doors close. If your couldn't get out becasue of this same similar situation? Go to the first cabin and visit the train operator. I'm sure he/she will be 'very pleased' to hear your feedbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freaking train operator.. Made me wait for next train... Bloody waste my time.. Makes my blood boils...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4981295376743539469?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4981295376743539469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/reckless-traing-operator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4981295376743539469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4981295376743539469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/reckless-traing-operator.html' title='Reckless Train operator!'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2031905607305950066</id><published>2007-05-24T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:25:36.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is strolling down the aisle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No. Not me. Not yet. I'm more like strolling around the aisle, not down the aisle. As I was browsing through my friends' photos in Friendster. I realised, "Married" is popping up more and fast. Sometime ago, I'll dream of my own big day. Sometime later. No more dreaming of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It will just be studies, work and life. no. No relationships. There should be not room for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, let's ditch that topic. It's not related to me and my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, I rarely club. It's like a luxurious activity for me. Wasteful Maybe because I was just a poor student and had no close friends to club with. The day I changed to this job was also the day I changed the way of living life. It's seems so different. There's more afterwork activities, more weekend funs, gatherings, clubbings, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So different now. I'm glad for the change. It's for the better not the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suddenly, mood swing kicks in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(-,~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2031905607305950066?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2031905607305950066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-strolling-down-aisle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2031905607305950066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2031905607305950066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-strolling-down-aisle.html' title='Who is strolling down the aisle?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2334660550046970210</id><published>2007-05-15T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:34:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close the Pandora's box please</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~*~ &lt;/span&gt;Guys must have flee out from Pandora's box with the evils. Nothing but trouble. Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pandora's box. Legend said it contains all the evils of mankind. Pandora was created to punish mankind. She, out of curiosity, opened the box, releasing all the evils. Realising what she has done, she closed the box. Something precious didn't manage to get out in time. Hope. Hope should have come out along. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People had to held onto Hope, for miracles, for health, for wealth and for many other things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is very precious. Without Hope, there is no life. Well, for myself. I felt that way. Hopes for a better future, better life, better world and better everything else. People shoudl try to keep positive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sneaked into Pandora's house and spoke to Hope. Hope says she's trying to sneak out. Today, she told me she should be able to sneak out in July. I'm estatic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is coming in July! I'm so looking forward to July. Yeah~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... About the starting sentence... Why are guys troublesome? Wasn't it always the girls who are troublesome? We are. But guys are too. Especially nowadays. Guys are becoming fussy, fickle-minded, ungentle, insensitive and lots more. 10months of living in the singlehood kingdom. Feels good. A mild yearning for affections and care. But I'm not leaving this pretty little kingdom. Just not yet. There's no nice male elf around. So I'm not leaving yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, dumping that troublesome topic. It's bedtime...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to sleep I guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2334660550046970210?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2334660550046970210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-pandoras-box-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2334660550046970210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2334660550046970210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-pandoras-box-please.html' title='Close the Pandora&apos;s box please'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2216339914976775277</id><published>2007-05-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:13:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and their accessories</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An afternoon of 'modelling' at home, I understand why girls always need to have tons of shoes and clothes. Everything have to have something matching, compatible. A top to match the bottom, a dress to match the shoes, earrings to match the bag, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why do girls like to dress up so much? I have no idea. Hmm... But I do know that it feels good to be pretty. When people start admiring you the self confidence goes up. Eh.. But not those dirty old men who stared and mentally undressing you. Sick freaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's easy to earn a girl's $. There's never too many shoes, clothes and accessories. The more the merrier. Guys don't complain. You like to see pretty things don't you? Everyone loves to see pretty things. Who would wanna see ugly things? Maybe sick freaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;~My objective for my short trip in July will be buy as much as possible with minimum $ spent. As always.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2216339914976775277?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2216339914976775277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-and-their-accessories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2216339914976775277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2216339914976775277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-and-their-accessories.html' title='Girls and their accessories'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8074717747564125205</id><published>2007-05-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:15:28.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th May 2007 - The gathering with 'hidden' agenda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gathering almost didn't happen. Why? Well, apparently there were quite a lot of aeroplanes flying past on that day. I thought my birthday is coming. Don't get it? My birthday falls on a day where planes will streak the skies. Anyway, luckily, things turn out ok. The gathering survived. I was so worried that everyone wouldn't have fun. I guessed I overly worried. Everyone seems to have their share of fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Singing at KTV was a different experience this time round. Usually, it would be just Chinese and Cantonese songs, maybe a little bit of English. This time we have lots of English, Chinese, Japanese, a little bit of Korean(well, someone did try) and little bit of Cantonese(I tried). It was fun though. But then I don't know it is the atmosphere or the mood of the songs. People start to get bored/tired/restless. Luckily, it's just a part of the itinerary for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dinner happened quickly. Everyone were hungry. Ate cheerfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After dinner, we went to Marina Sq. I thought we would be having desserts and coffee somewhere there. There was a change of plan. We brought the Birthday Boy to buy a birthday cake of his choice. We went over to Bullpen where everyone gathered. Birthday cake, Birthday Song, Birthday boy. I'm sure he's pretty happy. He said he haven't been celebrating birthdays for quite a while. It's good to know someone is happy and appreciated efforts put into making things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talking about being appreciated for efforts. It's upsetting. Someone else actually initiated the gathering and somehow I took on the role of the organiser. Which is fine with me because I do like to gather people and organise gatherings. I love gatherings. So, efforts was put into planning the day, time, venue, activities and people to gather. I can't say it's a major gathering or what. Just that, I took time to think and organise so that the people I intend to gather can all make it. Somehow, along the way, some people just disappeared. Promised made but not kept. Cuteger was upset about it and almost didn't wanna come too. Luckily, for me, she kept her promise. I'm so glad she came. Really my friend who appreciates my efforts and kept promises. The guys were all sporty. I'm glad I didn't cancel the gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll do more gatherings still despite having fear that things don't turn out the way I planned. I'll just be more careful about who to gather along.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Cuteger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr Exotic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr Potter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mr Sporty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mr Stylist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr 'Beng'&lt;/span&gt; are definitely on my list. Bunch of nice people to hangout with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Looking back, life is so different now. Things are falling in place neatly. Working a more decently paid and good experience gained job, completing and starting on new course of study, decent social life, fair amount of Taekwondo. I guessed life has never been so proper and fulfilling. One of the best parts is, I made some great friends along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cuterger: Known her for a year more and counting. Pretty, smart, adorable ger. A frend, a sister, a colleauge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mr Stylist: Hmm... Know him for a year or so and counting. Clicked right away easily. I guessed probably there wasn't any age gap. He's just a day older than me. Like Cuteger, he's a frend, a 'sister'(because of some incident, Cuterger called him 'Jie'. No, he's not a gay.). The days working together... It's a memory to be kept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mr Potter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr Exotic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I didn't really get to know them more until recently. They are both great people to be with. It's the same for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr 'Beng'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mr Sporty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's gonna be a wonderful year, well, half year I guessed. It's almost mid-year now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WOW! Look at the time! Time to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;~*~God, Give me a Reason to wake up every day.~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8074717747564125205?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8074717747564125205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/5th-may-2007-gathering-with-hidden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8074717747564125205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8074717747564125205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/05/5th-may-2007-gathering-with-hidden.html' title='5th May 2007 - The gathering with &apos;hidden&apos; agenda.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-9129683847367400131</id><published>2007-04-28T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:58:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of Alcohol and Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually wanted to blog a bit last night. Apparently, the alcohol hit me down. So I dozed off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a friend's birthday party last night. It's held at a ktv pub. Plenty of songs and alcohol are expected. True enough. The birthday girl got a drop too much because everyone wants to toast to her( sound nice, actually, everyone is trying to make her drunk). It's like a culture to make the birthday person drunk. Why is that so? Hmm.. No idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alcohol once a while is ok. Too much, it will make you sick. The same night, dizziness, puking. the moment you try to close your eyes and sleep, the head started spinning around like a merry-go-round out of control. Especially the next day morning. The hangovers can kill. Horrible feeling. Think about your liver that's suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The after-effects of alcohol are so horrible. Why do we still drink? I believe it's because everyone seems to have this mindset that says, "I'm not so unlucky. It would happen to me. I'm only drink a little." Seems like we always wanna think thigns will never happen on us, until it smack hard into our faces. By then, it could already too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink in moderation. Easier say than done. Takes self-discipline to control ourselves. Lots of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drinking drowns sorrows. Doubt so. The more you drink, the sadder you are. People just like to drown themselves in something. Please don't go drown yourself in the river, seas..etc Pollution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I realised that Mushroom cheese prata with curry+Super Sweet Teh Tarik+Bit of frozen Durian cake, topped up with Tiger Beer=A lousy combination to stomach in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-9129683847367400131?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/9129683847367400131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-of-alcohol-and-songs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/9129683847367400131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/9129683847367400131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-of-alcohol-and-songs.html' title='A night of Alcohol and Songs'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-696773751020911708</id><published>2007-04-27T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:34:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this very moment... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel like crying. I really do... The tear ducts are stuck, or something. I felt a dull ache within my chest and deep in my heart. It's horrible to feel this way. I need to get it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is causing all these? Work? Ya, work. I'm not doing as well as I thought I should or I could. It's disappointing and demoralising. It's almost a month now. Whay are I still stumbling around? Where's my alertness? I seems to have lost my eye for details. Where are all the carefulness, efficency? Are they all left behind somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's getting tiring. Friends said," Take it slow. Don't worry." It's not about the speed. It's just me and myself. I get very upset with myself when I'm not able to get things done well. My mind don't seems to be functioning that well. What happened? What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not working smart enough. I realised I kept saying that I can't do this, I can't do that. I don't believe in myself enough. If I don't believe in myself, then who will? Seriously in need of a change in mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Hold on tight. I'll pull through...I will... I must... I can..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-696773751020911708?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/696773751020911708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-this-very-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/696773751020911708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/696773751020911708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-this-very-moment.html' title='At this very moment... ...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2885312227408710968</id><published>2007-04-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:11:56.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Relationships are tougher than Maths", I say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths. I dislike maths. I found it tedious. However, something else came along. Relationships. Man... It's even tougher than Maths. The whatever concepts, theories, methology of relationships, are so hard to grasp. Given a choice, I'll rather do Maths. At least Maths will have solutions to solve the problems. Relationships' solutions are usually not good enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is yours, will be yours. What will come, will come"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was chatting with a girlfriend. Talking about giving each other space in relationship. For me, space is definitely important. Now, single, I have all the space I want, and sometimes, the space gets too empty. What will you do, when it gets empty? Friends will fill up the emptiness, but then it's not all the time. The feeling is different. Ultimately, it's what you actually wants at that point of time. Gotta compromise and make commitments and sacrifices. No escape. Weighing out the pros and cons of relationships. Back in school, teacher taught me that if you are unable to decide on something, can try out this method. List out the good and bad of each matter/thing, etc. Choose the one with the most goods. Does it usually works? I'm not too sure either. Didn't really try out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever the case, there's more than just relationships out in this world. There's so much to do. I guess, take life with a pinch of salt. Things might just fall into place neatly... Someday.. I hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is not yours, will never be yours" What doesn't meant to come, will never come"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Idea of this blog came from cuteger. It hits the hearts of many.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2885312227408710968?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2885312227408710968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/relationships-are-tougher-than-maths-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2885312227408710968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2885312227408710968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/relationships-are-tougher-than-maths-i.html' title='&quot;Relationships are tougher than Maths&quot;, I say.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-4105542719376309015</id><published>2007-04-22T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:49:47.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great night of Chatters &amp; Laughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's the break of the dawn when I got home. The sky is bluish+greenish+yellowish+pinkish. It's a gorgeous mixture of colours. As I'm in no hurry to go anyway, I took my time to admire the sky, the people around. Aunties with disapproving eyes started at me in the train. Old folks jogging in the fresh aired park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, with sleepy eyes and groggy brain, I attempted to recounted the great night I had with 2great friends. I could have wait till when I have enough sleep. But the words of thoughts are racing around in my brain like the cars that raced across Orchard Road after midnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had yummy dinner to begin. A hungry person is an angry person. Since we are well-fed, our moods+temper are in excellent conditions.We attempted to catch a movie but there's none that interested us. Plan B: Play pool. Disappointing. No tables. Plan C: Chitchatting over after-dinner drinks. Done. Had great conversation. So, fun. Mr Exotic taught CuteGer how to play this dots &amp; lines game. Quite interetesing. As the cafe is closing, we moved our chatters to Macdonalds. More fun &amp;amp; interesting chatters. Shared thoughts and experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We all get to know each other more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr Exotic was kinda distracted by the racing cars. So, we all went to watched the cars raced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by. Apparently, there's no traffic police to chase after them. Hmm... Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We decided to go home. So Mr Exotic left on his bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CuteGer and I carried on chatting. Hardly talk so much. This was such a good opportunity to catch up more while waiting for the morning train service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pereverts were everywhere. First there's old uncles staring as if we are there to sell ourselves. So, late already. Old uncles should be in bed. Then there's a bunch of crappy people of a particular race. Disturbing us, making rude comments. So irritating.Suddenly, there's this man from a foreign nationality. He was, well.... touching his manhood when he saw us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He started wanking a little, walking past us. So disgusting. I thought if he were to come over, I'll kick his bits and make sure he run all the way down Orchard Road without looking back. Gross! If My Exotic was around, guessed he might just tell him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Unable to contiune anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I realized my blog is mostly about negative thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But nowdays, it's turning into the arms of positivity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, tat will be it for now. Will update when I wake up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet Dreams for now...(7.53am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(11pm) Home from class, sweaty. Feels good to sweat it out. Time to post this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WEEEE~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-4105542719376309015?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/4105542719376309015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-night-of-chatters-laughters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4105542719376309015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/4105542719376309015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-night-of-chatters-laughters.html' title='A Great night of Chatters &amp; Laughters'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-59790684997933938</id><published>2007-04-21T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:50:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise &amp; shine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's morning. Well, gonna be noon soon actually. I'm such a blur sotong. I was waken up by my alarm at 7am and I thought I'm gonna be late for work. Unsure about what day is today, I checked my calendar. Saturday, it says. What a relief. So, I dropped back into dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. Freshly out of sofa. Ya, sofa. I didn't sleep on my bed because I fell aslp reading and watchinv tv, as usual. Haven't been dreaming much lately. Sometimes it's good to dream, especially if it's a good one. I can relive it again and again in my mind. But horrible ones make me very tired when I wake up to a brand new day. I felt like I didn't even really sleep. Some of the horrible ones kept harassing my mind. It's so disturbing. And the worst part, the memory is so vivid. It seems like it had happened, or it's really gonna happen. No! They better not be. Because, it's always about dathe of someone who means a lot to me. That mustn't happen... No. Not that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Things are going way too negative. Mr Exotic will says,"Be more positive".&lt;br /&gt;Dman.. I haven't been able to get him a nickname like Mr Alien. So that will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta consult my "C&amp;M CEO". (:p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I know what positive stuff I can talk about. "C&amp;amp;M" What is all about? Well, the full name is "C&amp;M Events Management". Actually, it's not a really company. Just a make-believe one. I believe this started last year December, because of X'mas. C is someone's name. M is someone's name too. So C &amp;amp; M decide to do some gift exhange thing for X'mas. So this make-believe" company is born. Who is this "C" &amp; who is this "M"? Nope. I'm not telling. If you know, you'll know. If you don't, then you don't. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is C&amp;amp;M up to lately? Poor C&amp;M almost split because they are separated. So sad. Luckily. The bonds held them together. Built a committee. In the process of starting a new event. Hopefully, a successful one. Maybe inject a little bit of surprise. Let's see what the committee will say. However, "M" is always missing out on the events which is quite disappointing. "M" should join in the fun more. "C" will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is "C&amp;amp;M" girls? Yup! They are 2 girls who met at work and are gel togetehr eversince. Thanks to fate. They weren't real colleagues in the first place. Then they became real colleagues. Thanks to fate again. They weren't real colleagues once again. Now, separated far apart. Lucky for them, there's technology: Email and phone.&lt;br /&gt;People should be thankful to these 2 technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW~ Long long story.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr Exotic~ Is this positive enough? :p&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to meeting up with the rest of them. It's alwasy so fun to be with them. In the past, I never had friends so close to hang out with. Now I do. And I'm enjoying very moments of it. 'Quote Macdonald's "I'm Lov'in it".'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work. Neh.. Not talking about work today. It's a Saturday. What's the plan? No idea yet. Will find one somehow. Staying home to read books isn't that bad too. A friend is coming back from Taiwan. Yummy Sun biscuits~~&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. That's it for now. Back to my book and magazines. They'll gonna grow mouldy n dusty if I don't read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-59790684997933938?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/59790684997933938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/rise-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/59790684997933938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/59790684997933938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/rise-shine.html' title='Rise &amp; shine?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3646122495476467637</id><published>2007-04-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:14:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is the bell gonna ring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Such a lame topic? No. The bell refers to school bell. Why school bell? Because I wish to go back to school and study again. Of course, there's no way to turn back the time and go back to past. Well, I still can go to school. Higher education. Both ideas sound good. But I was convinced by my mentor that 'A' will be better choice. The next intake was said to be in May. I have to hurry. There isn't much time to lose. I can't wait I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hurry~ Go back to school. Get the Cert and I'll be on my way soon~ Hurry~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Change of topic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;New Title: A good meal = Yummy food and great meal buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I had yummy food this whole week. Yummy food accompanied by great pals. Heavenly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I used to not like raw salmon. I find it weird. Neither do I eat wasabi. Suddenly, no idea when, why and how. I started craving for raw salmon. Now, I have salmon-eating buddies too. It's so fun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Talking about buddies. Haven't seen my dear lunch club members for quite a while. So sad. I miss them lots. We'll gonna have a great gathering soon I believe. It's in the process of planning and organising now. Who to invite along, where to go, what to do...etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm sure it's gonna be fun. I'll make sure I'll take lots of photos. I love taking photos. For memory. So when I grow old, I can look back at the photos and remind myself, I had my fair share of fun. If I will to die then, I can die peacefully. (Touch Wood!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm so in love with my dear lunch club members. All of them are so adorably, lovable. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;They will be happy if they see what I said about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Someone said I shouldn't be talking about work. So... I'll still talk about work. :p It's my blog. I say what I want (caerfully of course. I'm a low risk taker).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Work's getting, well, I don't know. Bit by bit I guess. I wish I can pick up faster. My brain don't seems to be working as well as before. Lack of concentration? Too much thoughts? I better get myself into shape fast. Gotta fit in and do well. I'm a perfectionist (Maybe? Should be?) I get very upset if I can't get things done up to my expectations. I tend to set my expectations too high to reach I believe, resulting in big disappointments. Should take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Geez... Loook at the time now. Bedtime? Hear my bed calling? Oops! Kinda deaf now. :p Maybe later.. Maybe... In dreamland. A perfect world cooked up to my expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Perfect World. Just mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3646122495476467637?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3646122495476467637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-is-bell-gonna-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3646122495476467637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3646122495476467637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-is-bell-gonna-ring.html' title='When is the bell gonna ring?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-5947535682617602463</id><published>2007-04-17T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:05:57.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Isn't it strange that sometimes when you thought all will be gone and suddenly, they come back once again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Be it people, objects, incidents..etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought I lost it. But there it is. Just round the corner, waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is the world really round? What goes around, comes around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would it be like to be able to travel around the world? It definately would be an eye-opening experience. Lots of people have the same dream. But how many can actually pursue that dream? Even with the technology now, it wouldn't be enough compared to seeing stuff with your own eyes and experience the experiences. It would be tough I believe. Gotta be adventurous, street-smart and resourceful. Who's gonna fuel your dream other than yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Striking lottery? Isn't that simple, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In this world of uncertainty, one doesn't know what will happen the next second. One might just passed on in the sleep, on the way to work, while eating..etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I have to go, I wanna go knowing I have done what I want to do. Go in peace. Right, it's getting creepy talking about passing on. Just have to be prepared. There's so much to do but so little resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One step at a time? Have to try. Trying, but maybe not hard and smart enough. It wouldn't be too late, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oops! I heard my bed calling me. Time for a trip to dreamland. Good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-5947535682617602463?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/5947535682617602463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-is-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5947535682617602463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/5947535682617602463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-is-round.html' title='The world is round?'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3641427992496755312</id><published>2007-04-14T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:03:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time always manages to slip away</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time is always so sliipery. No one ever can catch hold of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A week has passed. By time I realised, it's already Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have things that I always wanna do, but I can't. I'm sure it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not just me. Hmm.. What are the things I wanna do, that I cannot do? Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Perform on Esplanade Theatre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(no way I can do that, unless I'm super rich. I can book the theatre for a night and dance on it myself. But that wouldn't be the same.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-To be able to go overseas for holiday as and when I like ( No resources to do this either. Hopefully, in near future, I can do that. I'm such a country pumpkin. When was the last time I step out of S'pore? Some many donkey years ago... It's saddening. I couldn't see the world personally. Everyone is going holidays here and there. I'm forever stuck here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So far, these 2 are the things that have been swimming around in my mind for god-knows-how-long. Maybe someday, I'll be able to do just one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna see the Northern Lights. I wanna see more snow. I wanna see the mountains and valleys, the lakes and oceans. I wanan see the streets and roads. Of everyone other countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~To travel a thousand miles is better than reading a thousand books~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's a Saturday. Supposed to be a fun day? The rain came and spoil mood of the beach and pool goers. Lucky for me. Ill hide indoors.  I can feel a storm is coming. I love the wind. The rain beating on the face. Feel so refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My new book. Finally, my fave author released another new book of my fave series. I wished there's more than 1. I can get so engrossed that I can actually imagine the scenes vividly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's like a watching a live show in your mind. Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time to get back to my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3641427992496755312?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3641427992496755312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-always-manages-to-slip-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3641427992496755312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3641427992496755312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-always-manages-to-slip-away.html' title='Time always manages to slip away'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7001328236790225417</id><published>2007-04-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:40:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why the title. It just slipped into my mind silently and slided down onto my fingers and into the title bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie flew away already I think... There haven't been chance to chirp together. Someone says, It's ok. Don't just hang onto a single Birdie. There's more and maybe even prettier...&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring. Like in cartoon, when the character is dizzy, there's always little birdies flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work had been ok so far. Starting to have work to do. I'm glad. Bit nervous and worried. My brain is not that alert like before. Tired maybe. Distracted, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new things to do to divert attention and spread the restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;Studies. I need to study, more importantly, it's for a better future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7001328236790225417?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7001328236790225417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-what-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7001328236790225417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7001328236790225417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8866402148546362064</id><published>2007-04-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:33:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new phase in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stepping into the new phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Someone commented, I looked more refreshed eversince I stepped into this new phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Really? I have much to learn. My supervisor said, I'm a fresh piece of paper. Very good to write on. I hope I can learn fast enough and do well just like how I did well in the previous environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A new phase in career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What about relationship? Is it time for a new phase too? I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hesistance. What am I waiting for? What am I worried of? What am I fearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know...Mayve I just wanna run away. I don't wanna answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes, answers hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~*One day, He will grow wings. Fly off and maybe never gonna come back...*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8866402148546362064?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8866402148546362064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-phase-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8866402148546362064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8866402148546362064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-phase-in-life.html' title='The new phase in life'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-6022186698630935240</id><published>2007-03-31T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:20:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path to a new phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;24th Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sent out my resume to a company that my friend had refer me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally back to work from a long leave. Work was in a mess. Pissed me off. Whate have these people been doing all these while? THis is simply crazy. Driving me up the walls. So much wanna leave. But suddenly, this phonecall came. The phonecall that changes my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I responded to the and ran away from work to this company in raffles place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pass the interview I guessed. So nervous and worried. I have to make a decision fast fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I seeked help from experts to make sure, everything will be alrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First thing in the morning, I submitted my resignation letter with only 3days notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not possible. Nope. There's no wrong calculation, breach, whatever... The lousy people came down to talk to me basically wasting my time. I came prepared. I found myself more confident when dealign with their lame and unprepared questions. No choice. They have to let me go. Their own mistakes, inefficency and the habit of taking things and people for granted. I actually finally got to tell off my lousy supervisor. I make my superiors speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have officially resigned on this very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hurrying and hurrying to do a handover as good as I can. Hurrying and hurrying to have a farewell lunch with as many of my dear colleauges as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whole day hurrying and hurrying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The final day has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hurrying and hurrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told off that lousy supervisor consecutively for 3days. Itchy ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rushing to go over as much stuff as I can with the new guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I can tell, it's no use. There's too much. The poor guy cannot handle. I believe he's gonna take months to really settle down. I have to say, he's not good enough. Not that I wanna say I am the best. But it's because, the operation systems had been done up by me, smoothen by me. Nobody other than me can do a better job unless trained by me for a sufficent time period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't even have time to bid a proper farewell with my colleauges. I bought a nice brownie cake. I have to get someone to cut for me. I literally run about the office to distribute the cake and bid a hasty good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm very upset about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's so many things to do and so little time left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, it's all over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's all over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;31st Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here I am, reflecting on the past week events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It all happened in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I grab the opportunity and my dear friends are very supportive of my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for being my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm glad I could be there and work with everyone of you(not the old employer, it's the clients).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It had been a wonderful and memorable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry, I have to go. But I'm heading to a new phase of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for all the blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We'll meet up soon wouldn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-6022186698630935240?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/6022186698630935240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/03/path-to-new-phase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6022186698630935240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/6022186698630935240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/03/path-to-new-phase.html' title='The path to a new phase'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8409808045003741982</id><published>2007-03-04T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:53:19.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The day is coming soon. No matter how reluctant I am, I have to make a choice. To stay or not to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys make it hard for me to leave willingly. I know. When it's time to go, it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind and I hope to stick to that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's good enough to satisfy me, I'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the outside is more attractive, I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed a few tears. Say good bye and we'll meet up again other day.&lt;br /&gt;It should be this way isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one full year.&lt;br /&gt;Seen lots of changes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Heard lots of promises here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will things go from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is getting nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel nowhere near to the future.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;Where have all that strength and courage go?&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand. Who can I talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Just talking aimlessly to the cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;That's just it isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action do speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of actions to take now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting back and wait.&lt;br /&gt;Was told there's 2 types of people: 1st kind wait for things to happen, 2nd kind make things happen. I belongs to the 1st kind.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do have a choice. To make things happen. I have no confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't dare to...&lt;br /&gt;Just don't dare to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are born to make choices and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to do both...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8409808045003741982?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8409808045003741982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/03/reluctance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8409808045003741982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8409808045003741982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/03/reluctance.html' title='Reluctance...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-2005971224496587365</id><published>2007-02-17T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:11:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a conceited and Superiority Complex Being, Mr. Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:how do i actually am protraying myslf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:how blunt do you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:AS BLUNT AS CAN BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:You have no direction in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:you live day by day, looking forward to going to class (which is a good thing, but sometimes for the wrong reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:You're loyal to your TKD group/students (which is good, i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:but you're more concerned about dancers not doing enough en pointes than finding a proper job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:you take pride in your job (which i admire greatly), but i think you can do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:little things get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:you need to prioritize your life, deal with shit and pick yourself up when you're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:no one's going to baby you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:i think a little more ambition would be good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:you could go a long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:i think you're pretty capable, if you put your mind to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:that's why i think the site supervisory job is good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:it might not be what you want, but it'll give you experience as a team leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:you know your supervisor sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:so be the good supervisor, inspire your team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:this role should also help you build up more character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:you'll probably be backstabbed up the wazoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:ok done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:so long ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:probably still got sommore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:but can't think of it offhand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:I have no direction in life because I often stood at a cross junction and have no idea where to head towards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:you don't have to justify anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:that's just how i see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:i do live day by day, bcoz i dare not plan too far ahead coz if thigns dun go as planned i'll be very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:things will always go wrong! but that's not the point of the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:but you're more concerned about dancers not doing enough en pointes than finding a proper job----&gt; no link lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:plan is to give you direction, you just have to have enough character to fix the problems and/or change the plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:what do you mean by no point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:of course there's a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:it makes you look flakey/ditsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:like this person has nothing else better to do with his/her time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:there are better things to occupy your time/mind with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:HAIZ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:anyway, B's character is far more stronger than I am.. she more suitable to be site supervisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:yes she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:but that's not the point, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:you can be born strong...or you can learn to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:you're given the opportunity to learn. why dont you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:i din say i dun wan it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:things haven't been finalise yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:you seem reluctant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:that tells me you don't want it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:i am hesitating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:other factors to consider too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:i'm sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:THANK U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:i post all these in my blog can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:that's the other thing i don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:the need to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:write to no one is easier talking to someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:a fustrations venting outlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:dammit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:i'm trying to think of a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:but i cna't think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:wat word... meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:use to describe wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:wanted to put it as a topic for your entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:okok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:dun worry. no names will be mentioned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:forgot the word my ex gf said i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:no lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:it'll be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:ramblings of a conceited and super something person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:i dun wanna say names in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:never say names what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alien says:so how accurate am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Elf says:pretty accurate. accurate until i almost turn defensive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alien says:heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night Elf says:yeah~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All these posted with the permission of Mr Alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How more accurate can one be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That is really me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Really me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Really me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-2005971224496587365?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/2005971224496587365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/ramblings-of-conceited-and-superiority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2005971224496587365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/2005971224496587365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/ramblings-of-conceited-and-superiority.html' title='Ramblings of a conceited and Superiority Complex Being, Mr. Alien'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-7958676468062864519</id><published>2007-02-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:51:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare some time for some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The nearer CNY is, the less excited I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember when we were kids, how excited we are about CNY? New clothes, goodies, gambling and of course the highlight of CNY, angbaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALthough now, nothing has change, but as I get older, I felt nothing to be excited about CNY. Just another holiday away from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does everyone feels the same too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Springcleaning. New stuffs. New hopes.. Everything new. As if really everything new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's just the lunar year new. Everything else is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking about catching up with friends. These few months, made quite a number of new friends and found long lost friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People come and go. People change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I so miss the times when I was still in school, when I was still a girl waiting tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Those moments can only be seen in my dreams and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some are lost and never to be found again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time is so slippery. You cannot never clasp it tight enough.&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 know we shouldn't keep looking back. We walk forward not backwards. But can't help it also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mind just wandered to the past now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG! Am I hearing things? I just heard some one 'psss' behind me. I'm all alone in the room. There's no one outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHO!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V-Day is coming too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My V-Day celebration? OT at work lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other than this, hmm... Oh. I ordered some cheerful pretty mini chocolate cupcakes to be deliver to my office. I'll be giving them to 2o colleauges. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheery cupcakes.. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some would say, I'm so sweet. Some would say I'm wasting money. Could have put the money to better use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't be jealous ok? It's my money. I spend it the way I like. I earned it myself. I deserve to spend it the way I like. So, don't come and nag at me on how to spend my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrite, so what if I complain I don't have enough? I'm not borrowing from anyone. At most I work more OT lor. I'm not asking for advice, nto asking for help. All I need is a pair of listening ears.. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when people try tells me how to live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-7958676468062864519?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/7958676468062864519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/spare-some-time-for-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7958676468062864519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/7958676468062864519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/spare-some-time-for-some-thoughts.html' title='Spare some time for some thoughts'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-3537778406242235256</id><published>2007-02-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:51:23.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today at work. I bought a pretty box with 3 pink glass angels in it from Precious Tots. They are too pretty to resist. My colleauge's comment was that, they have no expression. Coz, just the figure only wat. But, they seems to be asking me to buy them which eventually I did. I chose the angels over the fairytale horse carriage which I hope 1 day my Knight will come pick me up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I told a colleauge if I put too much deco on my desk, I'll have a hard time bring them home when it's time to leave the place. She said she doesn't want to give me any farewell card. Seriously not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm so touched. I believe, when the time comes to leave, I'll surely cry. Crybaby. Ya, but I seriously can't bear to leave the place. Not because of the physical place itself, it's the people in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The bond is there. Been through many months of breakfasts, Monday blues, Weekend happiness, lunches, OT, gossips and chitchats..etc... We came a long long way together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My contract is ending. I'm hesitating. Renew or not renew? What if the pay is really shit? I have to start all over again if I leave. New place, need to adapt once again... So tiring... So tiring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Will I lose contact with the people here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tears well up in my eyes, swimming swimming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't bear to leave you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-3537778406242235256?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/3537778406242235256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3537778406242235256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/3537778406242235256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/02/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-8927100995950154706</id><published>2007-01-28T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:44:44.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingering in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Right now, the desire to dance is so strong, that it occupies every single space in my mind and overwrites the previous command to study for next week test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What stir awake the desire again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An invitation to watch a German Ballet troupe performing in S'pore. It stirred the desire once again. That desire was asleep for quite sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I told her that it would be nice to have a ballet buddy to go to class with. Am I be able to join her? I have so much on hands already. I know some things can wait. But I felt an urgency to do all these stuffs at once. It's so overwhelming. I'm taking more than I can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I must be crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-8927100995950154706?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/8927100995950154706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/lingering-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8927100995950154706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/8927100995950154706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/lingering-in-my-mind.html' title='Lingering in my mind'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116988253268529295</id><published>2007-01-27T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:23:38.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 small step from me, 1 big leap for my future~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Title sounds like copycat's work. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally made a choice. To make this choice, I have to scarifice certain things, like entertainment expenses(no more shopping and etc...). What did I actually do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All started because of this module I'm taking now. Banking and Finance. I wanna learn more about investments. How to make the right choice and make $ grow and grow. I'm a low risk taker. Low incomer earner, I can't afford to lose my capital. I don't want to stay this way all my life. I bought a investment link policy. It will helps wouldn't it. Wouldn't go into details. Too early to say. At least I finally took a small step towards my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more steps to take. But it's still not the right time yet. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the future? I hope I really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116988253268529295?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116988253268529295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-small-step-from-me-1-big-leap-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116988253268529295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116988253268529295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-small-step-from-me-1-big-leap-for-my.html' title='1 small step from me, 1 big leap for my future~'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116868488089855379</id><published>2007-01-13T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:41:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never regret..</title><content type='html'>Results out. Not that bad I guessed. A little blemish to my list of Ds. It wouldn't do much harm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of the course. Times flies.  It seems just yesterday that I just started this course. Then I get to know these bunch of good classmates through project teaming. And from then on till now, we are still the best team. I never regret coming to this school, taking this course and getting to know this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I don't regret coming to my present company to work. If not I wouldn't be in theis client's office and then get to know my lunch club kakis. With them around lunch and work becomes less sick. :p At least I know when I'm happy or sad, I'll have this bunch of friends there for me. I know they will be. I'm so glad to have met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret changing from a night job to a day job. This change gave me a new life, more time. Eeverything becomes more normal. I can study, I can go out with friends after work, my weekends' not burn, I can go for gatherings, dinners, parties, etc. I can do a lot more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret ending the last relationship. I have my freedom. I can enjoy my singlehood life just as I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret telling someone I like that I like that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret spending most of my pay on X'mas presents. The presents however small, put smiles on the reciepients' faces. I like. I never regret staying up late wrapping the gifts and making cards. I put my efforts and wishes into them to be given to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret to have jump out of the past and live the present life like I should have done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret, I never regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116868488089855379?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116868488089855379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-regret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116868488089855379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116868488089855379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-regret.html' title='I never regret..'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116763106882450392</id><published>2007-01-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:06:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st entry of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey hey! It's my 1st entry of this new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everyone loves to ask what's every other ones' new year resolutions. Mine's very simple. My 2007 resolution is no resolution. Over the years, all those made resolutions were not fulfilled. No point making resolutions too. Things kept changing. I'll never be able to catch up. I have my own pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, Its gonna be a great year I hope. Things are gonna be falling in place soon. Life's gonna be better. Bonds are gonna get stronger. All the wonderful things in life are gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The last day of 2006 had been great. Was with all my family and relatives. We had a wonderful birthday banquet for our Grandma. We had a wonderful karaoke session at Partyworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Took lots of photos. Wonderful memories kept in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It had been a gorgeous 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Looking back, I can tell myself. Well-done. Keep doing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116763106882450392?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116763106882450392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-entry-of-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116763106882450392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116763106882450392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-entry-of-2007.html' title='The 1st entry of 2007'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116694797693697507</id><published>2006-12-24T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T16:12:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>Another week or so, 2007 will be here. Time to start reflecting on what I have done, achieved in 2006.Man, the report card will be scary. Worried that I done nothing good and useful, achieved nothing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed job. I made new friends. I've done well for studies. I grew up. I had troubles. I had likes. I have hopes. I get to dream once again. I got sad. I become happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friends for being here to help me when I fall and be there to share my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's being an eventful year. Too much to write. Above is the summary.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, no idea what to write. Hmm. I'll go nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas~~&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/9231431-116694797693697507?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116694797693697507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116694797693697507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116694797693697507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116646070473194244</id><published>2006-12-19T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:53:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequel to "I wrote an email"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally met my boss. No idea whether are things gonna be better. I'm not very optimistic. I tried, but I just can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me do a thing first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNN CCB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Deep breaths... ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. What happened? I've been backstabbed. Why!! Why again!! Why me? What went wrong? What do you want? What do you gained from this?! WHY!!!!????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCB KNN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I so much wanna scream at you, do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Two-headed snake office politics player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have no idea what I have gone through to come this far. Why are you trying to ruin things for me? What do you stand to gain? What are you trying to prove? You have no idea what you are dealing with. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP DREAMING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is really enough... ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116646070473194244?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116646070473194244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/sequel-to-i-wrote-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116646070473194244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116646070473194244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/sequel-to-i-wrote-email.html' title='Sequel to &quot;I wrote an email&quot;'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116630348904574180</id><published>2006-12-17T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:13:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote an email...</title><content type='html'>On Friday. I finally burst. Trembling with anger and fustration, I wrote an email. An email that expressed how I feel. Was told by my client's side boss that it could have been better if written more professionally. She explained to me why. I agreed and had understood. But then when I sent out that email, my emotions flooded my brain I couldn't think more. Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 1 hit in the morning. The 2nd wave came after lunch. That feeling. I really have no idea how to react. I'm speechless. Tears overflew. Really... Took deep breathes to stay in control. I got work to rush. I cannot afford to sit back and calm down. Cool it girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business consultant called after he read the email. I finally voiced out my fustrations. I knew I shouldn't let my clients know about this. But I'm powerless. I need all the help I can get. Who is really capable of helping me? Who is really sincerely helping me? Who?&lt;br /&gt;He fowarded my email to my two new bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Boss, called. He kinda lectured me about sending the email to our clients. Expected it.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to have a talk with me on Monday. Kinda nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do the right thing? Am I in trouble? What do I have to lose anyway? Lose my job? I'll be sad if I have to leave my client's office. It's a nice place to work in because the people there are great. I don't feel bonded with my company. We had lost the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. I hope he will have a solution for me. Something nice for X'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a drone worker. Don't play politics with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't voice out doesn't mean you can come push me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the silver linings shine. For me.. Please... I plead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116630348904574180?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116630348904574180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wrote-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116630348904574180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116630348904574180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wrote-email.html' title='I wrote an email...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116561202753567158</id><published>2006-12-09T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:15:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am in the morning...</title><content type='html'>Just got home.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go?&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, went to taekwondo, went to a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work of course for work lor.&lt;br /&gt;Went to taekwondo because got class and grading. Cock up a bit. Hopefully, it wouldn't hurt. Sparring hurts a little. But I can take it. Just a few bruises and sore muscle(I think so). I managed to do my flying side and break the board. SO, should be ok ya.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend's house for my very first mahjong session. Slow and lousy. But I piad my learning fees. 10bucks. :/ Worth it though. Had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for bed.. I can hear my bed calling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzZZZzZzzzzzzZZzZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116561202753567158?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116561202753567158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/5am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116561202753567158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116561202753567158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/12/5am-in-morning.html' title='5am in the morning...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116481814804695170</id><published>2006-11-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:36:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent events</title><content type='html'>Other than the usual work, school and Taekwondo, actually there isn't really much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed 'Garden in my heart' and Taekwondo on Friday(24Nov) due to a make-up class for Econs. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted flying side kicks again and again. I just can't do it well enough. Grading is on this coming Sunday(3Dec). Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Statistics test. I didn't really prepare well enough... So I'll most probably gonna flunk the test. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about the packages my company had offered to new employees... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice event is coming up. Unbelievable, I've spent quite a bit on it. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scary soul is back to haunt me. Please. Go away. Just go away. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST is going up, and salary is not. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing to look forward to happily daily?&lt;br /&gt;The only goal I'm still hanging onto is completing my studies. Been slacking quite a bit. But I'm not too worry. I know when to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the goals I had set before? I have already lost sight of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. But I don't feel the festive mood. Best part is, exams are just right after Christmas. I'm gonna spend my Christmas with my books. How sweet... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is ending soon. What have I achieved in this year? Anything meaningful? Memorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish 2006 will go away happily and 2007 will come peacefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116481814804695170?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116481814804695170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116481814804695170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116481814804695170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-events.html' title='Recent events'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116342830762816824</id><published>2006-11-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:31:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a rainy day again...</title><content type='html'>Ya, it's a rainy day again. Had a pretty chaotic day. They went on strike on me. Surprising, Delinquent didn't lead the strike. All managed to settle down by 6pm. Was not feeling pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that, there's always something to look forward to almost everyday. Just the words, the sense of presence is enough. Is it really enough? Better not get too close. Too obssessed... Worried. Wondering. What is behind that mind? How to understand it? Is there even a mere chance of getting that close to understanding?&lt;br /&gt;The journey to seek knowledge of understanding... Is so long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116342830762816824?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116342830762816824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-rainy-day-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116342830762816824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116342830762816824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-rainy-day-again.html' title='It&apos;s a rainy day again...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116324451577812895</id><published>2006-11-11T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:28:41.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a rainy day entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been raining the whole day. The air's so cooling. Refreshing. I'm sure the greens are appreciating the rain more than humans do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rainy days always bring thoughts. It seems that I always have some thoughts running round in my mind on rainy days. No idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What kind of thoughts? Hmm... People. Past events. Future. Imaginating the impossible. Sweet and bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pondering over a question now. What am I? Ya, it's what am I, not who am I. Other than human being, what am I? What kind of person am I? I know I don't like to be lonely. I don't like to be left out. I like to be cared for. My horoscope says I'm attention-seeking. Am I? Well, sometimes I do, I guess. Ocassionally, I just wanna be the backdrop. It gets a little embarassing to be on the front sometimes. I cared for friends. I like to do little stuff to make them smile. Sometimes, in the process of it, I'll get myself fustrated and unhappy. When the end product is well-appreciated by them, only then you'll see smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reflecting on the past. I get very disppointed with myself. I'm sure I have disppoint lots more other people like my parents and mentors. It's scary. The little difference in thought and the decision changed my whole life. Often, I'll ask myself. What would I be now if I haven't made those decisions? I believe it might be whole lot better. Basking in the stage lights, and feeling the success by hearing the applauds. That was what started me towards Dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I made the choice to drop that. Maybe I'm just too lazy? Maybe Dance wasn't my passion after all? Maybe I don't make the cut? Maybe and maybes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now, it's a start, all over again. To start is tough. To re-start is even tougher. Can you imagine how much effort and courage I have to gather to make this re-start? It wasn't easy. Nothing is easy. Lucky for me, although I have 'friends' who pretended they cared and all the while discouraging me, I made some true friends along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't know how gladful I am. I don't know how else to let them know other then putting in all my best and making things work for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It gets tiring after a while. They are my motivation. My fuel. The momentum must not stop. Once it stops, it will be hard to get it rolling again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What about love? Somebody told me Love, Feel are realistic... I felt otherwise. All these dreamy stuff like love, romance, feel, chemistry..etc are all idealistic. Not gonna say they are unrealistic. They are there all the time. It's like a bonus to have them. Well, at least I feel so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do believe in one thing, chemistry. For me, no chemistry, no love. Akalline and akalline.. Not much of a reaction do they? Acid and akalline, gives you water and a salt. That's why they say opposite attracts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Relationships are not that important now... When I was younger, I feel I need a relationship. Not that I don't want one now. Back then was more like a need. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now, it's more like a want. I will survive without or without one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nowadays, guys are so hard to understand. Seems to be playing mind games like girls used to do. Bad karma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's like not here, not there. Then where? Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Study study study... Don't think so much... What is mine is mine. What will come will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116324451577812895?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116324451577812895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-rainy-day-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116324451577812895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116324451577812895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-rainy-day-entry.html' title='It&apos;s a rainy day entry...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116318336987468491</id><published>2006-11-11T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:29:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable act</title><content type='html'>Ya, another day has gone by. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was in the bus to class. Woah! There's this little incident. The bus driver jammed his brakes, and a poor lady tried to balance herself thus accidentally step on this old man's foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI YO~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady apologized. But what did the old man says? He said there's no use saying sorry. Already stepped on his foot, no point saying sorry... He told the lady she should step on his foot harder so that it breaks. He says, go kill someone and says sorry later. No use right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel he's being unreasonable. Old man can get pretty cranky. There's more to come. He wouldn't let the lady off. He kept repeating the same stuff adding in hokkien vuglarities. He even said, the poor parents bore this daughter no use one. The CCB... Very pain... And more CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unresonable. Don't have to drag her parents in right? And in the public, threw vuglarities at a poor lady who already apologized.  I'm so tempted to pat her hand and give an understanding look. Tempted to tell the old man off. Best part, her boyfriend was just standing there like a woodblock.. All the while keeping quiet.. OMG... How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they got off earlier than they should so that they can get away from that cranky old man. The poor lady was almost crying. Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone witnessing this unreasonable will most probably felt like I did. Pity the poor lady. It's just a minor accident. Don't have to say until as if she kills his whole family. Swearing at a poor lady in public.. Gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be in the lady's shoes, I might just oblige to his request of breaking his toes... Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Respect elders mah. So respect his request lor. Lame right? Ya, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately will tell him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not see this cranky mad man again... Gross...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116318336987468491?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116318336987468491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/unreasonable-act.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116318336987468491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116318336987468491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/11/unreasonable-act.html' title='Unreasonable act'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116077208047619592</id><published>2006-10-14T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T04:59:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>I managed to wake up on time to arrive at work almost on time. Had such a busy day ahead. My crappy OE called which I decided not to answer. So busy and he's always so naggy, so crappy. Anyway, he called during lunch. So I'm not interested to answer. He always think he don't need lunch other people also don't eat lunch. He lectured me for not answering his call and replying his sms... Crap lor! Is the company paying my bills? NO!. Is it stated in the agreement that I am obliged to answer all calls from the company at all times? NO! So don't come and lecture crap to me you idiot! He wanted to pass me some stuff which he can leave at the reception counter so that I can pick it up later.Never for once did I say it's urgent. So why you so ganjong? He actually attention the stuff meant for me to my another colleauge.. Crap right? When I ask why did he attention to him, he told me this&lt;br /&gt;"You never answer my calls. Seriously, I don't know if you are still alive or not!"&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this, my vocabulary of vulgarites wanna spill out. Can I do it here? Of course. It's my blog isn't it? So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NBCB!!!!! Hey you think who you are? My parents don't even lecture me like that? What rights do you have to curse me like that! CCB!!!!! LJ bastard!!!! You really think you act fierce and come lecture me I will be scared meh? I'm not gonna apologize. NEVER! You haven't die, I where can die before you? BASTARD!!!! DOn't come and show off your lame crappy attitude. OE so what? Got degree so what? Plenty of degree-holders on the street lor. Yours ancient liao lor. NB! CCB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*()@#$%^&amp;amp;amp;*()@!#$%^&amp;*()_!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+!@#$%^&amp;*()_+!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()~!@#$%^&amp;*()_~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+}!@#$%^&amp;*(@#$%^&amp;amp;*(~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()!@#$%^-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116077208047619592?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116077208047619592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116077208047619592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116077208047619592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116065334972995393</id><published>2006-10-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:42:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly day</title><content type='html'>Ya, it's a smelly day for me. Yucks. Some smelling people in the train with the wind blowing in my direction. Faint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116065334972995393?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116065334972995393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/smelly-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116065334972995393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116065334972995393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/smelly-day.html' title='Smelly day'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9231431.post-116049768429427934</id><published>2006-10-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:29:22.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's her last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes, it's her last day. Who is 'her'? She's a colleauge. When I first started work in this bank, we were both new. Unfamiliar place brought us together and we became friends. The friendship grew and the group expanded. We are called the lunch club. We had lunches and fun together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Last night, we went to Kbox for a bit of gathering. It was fun. We had nice food and sang songs. But good times always have to come to an end. It's saddening. Time really flies. In a blink of an eye, 7 months flew by. What will the office be like without her? Quieter? Boring? Serious? I guess so. Hope the remaining lunch will not disperse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let me describe 'her'. She is a bubbly, chatty and intelligent girl. Outgoing and has a sunshine laughter. She has her downside too. But we all got along well. Which is why we are gonna miss her lots. With the advanced technology, moblie, msn, and others forums are good ways to keep in touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday, I did a little test asking me to name a friend to the colour listed. I saw green and I remembered her. It's her fave color.. The test says, the person i associated to green to is a person I will remember for the rest of my life.. Woah~ You bet I will. In spite of her fiery temper at times, We all felt she is great to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wish her all the best in life. I hope God had planned out a beautiful journey for her. One that is filled with hopes, happiness, opportunities and of course, true friends-like us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bye~ *hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9231431-116049768429427934?l=whitexmaself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/feeds/116049768429427934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-her-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116049768429427934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9231431/posts/default/116049768429427934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitexmaself.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-her-last-day.html' title='It&apos;s her last day.'/><author><name>Pinkcess Night Elf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425193396395958234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWY9p1o_QLo/S9QEbzG3dJI/AAAAAAAAABw/31qsEsv7lQc/S220/Photo0675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
