<?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-5493072</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:51:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winston</title><subtitle type='html'>Oceans of my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-109258686533038603</id><published>2004-08-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T00:21:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anything happens to me, pls go to my desktop, go to my folder Winston and then open up the file "To all who loved"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-109258686533038603?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109258686533038603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109258686533038603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258686533038603' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-109241545182717734</id><published>2004-08-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:47:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz... 5 more days till performance 3 more days till proposal deadline A load of problems to be settled. I did not attend any of the training or practice for the performance, i feel so useless. I'm sorry Darren for not helping out much with the creativity of the actions much and end up u had to carry so much stress till u broke down n hid ur tears yesterday. I failed as the vice president of the committee to assist u in ur work. Haiz. I have me myself to blame if i dun perform well for the performance next week in Taiwan. I just have too much trouble myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia i dun wanna strain our relationship too. I didn't mean to. i know u din mean to bring such pain to my life, but at least can u take some responsibility to keep ur promise the first time i help ur ex to pay up the bills if he comes to owe one which he did. from 700 plus, my sister helped to plead to reduce the charge to 300 plus. I'm now already willing to take the burden of the line which i do not need to. i'm just pleading u to return the money to my sister only by means of instalments, is that too much? my allowance has been deducted for this already. I can only bring food to my workplace to eat while seeing others buying warm food to eat while i eat my cold food. Is that too much for me to ask for a favor in behalf of my family? I've brought enough trouble to my family. i dun wish to put any pressure on u as i had too much pressure myself. As much as i want to try my best to return the money to my sis myself, i cun do so. Time is a killing factor of where i want to place my money for. Worst of all i dun have money to pay for doctor fees which time is short... I cun lose time now Dia. i hope u understand its not me who dun wanna help pay my sis back. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-109241545182717734?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109241545182717734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109241545182717734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241545182717734' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-109241260606356728</id><published>2004-08-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:56:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry Shaun, despite ur own troubles i still gave u such a heavy workload. Anyway i tried to calm myself down for a moment to post this. Anyway i hope u can help me out in the proposal. I'm really exhausted with my life... Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-109241260606356728?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109241260606356728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109241260606356728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241260606356728' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-109240601933799904</id><published>2004-08-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:06:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just writting how i feel here for i could not take the anguish any longer and i want to flare it into sensible form beside tears..... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried myself out while playing the guitar yesterday to God. They say He listens. I always cry out to God whenever i feel so much pain impaling to my shattered heart. But i guess, i'm cast aside into the darkness of life for i'm just utterly useless. Yet in this darkness i'd found God's gift to sustain me there, be it a blessin or a curse, i treasure this gift for it sustain me making me incapable to lose my value in life. However, my life seems to find no meaning anymore, everything i planned and worked so hard for so far is not working. Everything i worked for only keeps falling back on me. I just feel so helpless. There's so many regrets i had but I do not regret having this gift this life, having its joy and having its sadness is my pure willingness. The only thing i regret is to bring you so much pain, fear and sadness. If only i could turn back the hands of time i would go back to the time before u know sadness and give u the path to happiness at the cost of my existence i'm willing to be that dragonfly to flutter my wings ard u seeing u smile for its worth the exchange. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems keep comming one after another, and now they are charging at me together. I dunno if i can stand up taking another blow. I know my bros will be there to hold me up when i fall, but even if my own family whom i cun tell the truth about for they'll be utterly dissappointed with me for causing so much trouble already and yet bring another trouble. I just feel totally upset being misunderstood by my family, my tears just fell whenever they nag at me for being useless being unable to handle my own troubles and keep bringing them more troubles. I just sit there hiding my tears which blended with my flu n illness listening to them scolding me. My allowance has been deducted, my money is depleted. My unlimited vault of tears is broken as my emotions are slowly losing its senses.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to dwell in this chapter of my life any longer, i believe when i grow up, i can look back and ensure myself such things won't happen again. But still the guilt, the fear and the pain of this chapter will still remain in my journey no matter how much i try to move on. I just hope this gift would remain with me till the future and hold me in my arms looking back with me at the pages of life and tell me its over. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cheryl: Hey, i know u r tired. Just take a rest. But remember i'm still here for u. Feel free to call me whenever u wanna find someone to cry to. I'm here to hold u up when u r down just like how u hold me up when i cried and felt sad n helpless before. Anyway dun be angry with Shaun anymore for i told him to do the proposal stuffs on Sat after i finished the main outlines. Thats why he can relax awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fyan n Shaun: thank you letting me put my trust in you guys. I feel so much better whenever u two lend me a shoulder to cry on and unleash my anguish.&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/5493072-109240601933799904?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109240601933799904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109240601933799904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240601933799904' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-109215188304990118</id><published>2004-08-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:31:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very sick right now, yet i insist on not seeing a doctor. How i wish someone can understand how i feel right now. How i wish its you my dear, i'm sorry for not understanding you well enough. But i've tried my best to encourage you in your studies, can't you see? I really didn't mean to quarrel with you nor to make u guilty  in any way. Haiz, We've been thru our lowest point of our lives together till now. The     incident is painful for both of us. I know, though the fear of it comes back to me again, i'm just afraid we might not be able to take another blow. Everything in my world has gone wrong. It just hurts inside so bad that i've fallen so sick. No matter how much i try to mask up my feelings i couldn't wipe this fear and sorrow of my eyes.  Right now i'm writting my FYP proposal, my group may not be accepted for not meeting the requirements of minumum number of group member as the co-ordinator emailed me saying so. My group members made me the leader without knowing how much of pain i'm going thru already. I'm just carrying burden heavier and heavier each day. I'm now writting on a proposal only thru a discussion with the group can answer all qns but i'm doing it all alone, cuz i know the rest have their own plans. I'm now holding on to 2 sim cards due to the incident my god sis pyschoed me to help her ex out 1 yr ago. i regretted helping him to sign up for the line. i have myself to blame with it owing up to a bill of 700+. The looks of my family members on me degraded myself for not living a life trouble free. i keep bringing them trouble. haiz... I have a debt of 850+ with my frens. Though some of them tell me to take my time to save up, i'll still have to bear this responsibility of this debt. i feel so dead. I have no courage to live on nor have the courage to die. i just feel so useless. i lost my capability to die because of my family n my gf. I'm just like a living dead. Though the world haven push me till the end, the sorrow that i kept trying to forget keeps pestering me n pressuring me. Everyday has born itself with its accumulating fear.  i've fallen so sick that blood drip down my nose unnoticingly till i taste it in my blood. I'm so dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-109215188304990118?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109215188304990118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/109215188304990118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215188304990118' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-107843232529781328</id><published>2004-03-05T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T04:34:15.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streetlights are not working&lt;br /&gt;It’s so dark and I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;Not another sleepless night I’m going through&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you tell me who you are?&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold and I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;Not another break off night I’m going through&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a tender touch of your soft hands (on me)&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could dream,&lt;br /&gt;A dream that could make me feel your love (for me)&lt;br /&gt;Flying cars, Countless stars,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of you more and more this night. Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you tell me who you are?&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold and I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;Not another break off night I’m going through&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road I’ve been walking,&lt;br /&gt;Is long and I’m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Are you there for me? &lt;br /&gt;Not just a song made to sing&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really want to know…&lt;br /&gt;How much you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a tender touch of your soft hands (on me)&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could dream,&lt;br /&gt;A dream that could make me feel your love (for me)&lt;br /&gt;Flying cars, Countless stars,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of you more and more this night. Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know…&lt;br /&gt;How much you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-107843232529781328?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/107843232529781328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/107843232529781328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843232529781328' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-106257776243002314</id><published>2003-09-03T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T16:45:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Gimme the strength!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~mimisk8/li.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-106257776243002314?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/106257776243002314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/106257776243002314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106257776243002314' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-106251367249612175</id><published>2003-09-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T00:22:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt; Hey guys, i'm back but with a qns...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a fren who have trouble loving her gf, Gina*, whole heartedly even b4 anyone else comes along. They have been having problems eversince 1 and a half yrs ago. Thus the guy broke up with Gina* a month ago. However, the guy ran into a big trouble lately, he was upset. Gina came in to comfort him and see him thru, and so they patched back. Then he came another girl, Pauline. He seems to be interested in Pauline, but Pauline likes 4 other guys including him(which he only found out recently). However Pauline is still thinking abt her ex stead which is one of the 4 of them. Pauline even asked his ex to if wanna patch back with her, but his ex reply her saying he is confused and cun make a decision yet. Besides, from Pauline he found out that her good fren Xena* (whom Xena introduced Pauline to him one) once like him very much. Xena has some troubles like trying to get over her ex at times and study difficulties(which he is trying to help her at ).Then Xena feels like being a les... Xena is longing for someone to care for her... Thus, Pauline is encouraging/trying to put the two together (in which she got alittle jealous seeing him treating Xena quite well at times, and thus told him about her own feelings about him and other 3 guys). However, he himself really wanted to help Xena out of her problems yet he was afraid that by doing so he might unknowingly fall for her. So he confessed everything to Xena, and Xena told him that he only treated him as a brother. So he felt better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till now, he n Gina's relationship is deterioting, both did not want that to happen but it happened. Gina found out abt what happened between him and Xena and Pauline. Gina is hurt, he is guilty and sorry. Gina did not want to get hurt anymore, neither she wants to drag the hurt nor to hurt him(as Gina hurt him many times b4). Gina is utterly confused, Gina did not know whether to give up a very long relationship or to try perservere n improve on the relationship. Gina's hopes of a wonderful relationship is gone. Yet Gina is still trying to do whateva she can to salvage the relationship. the guy too, tried his best, but it never seem to improve. The couple did not know whats wrong. Thus the couple have to make a painful decision whether to continue or not, in 2 weeks time. As for the guy he felt very guilty and hurt, for he did not wish to see his long time relationship to be gone, yet he do not want the hurt to drag on. In his mind if Gina broke up with him he'll try to determine to forget abt Gina and then maybe he'll go for Pauline, however he do not want to make use of Pauline to forget Gina. He doesn't want to hurt others nor cheating himself. Moreover going for Pauline would make his friendship with Xena abit weird. And If he continue with Gina, he may either continue to work on their relationship or continue to drag on... Moreover if he continues to help Xena, he may risk falling for her... Therefore the whole situation may seems complicated and sticky...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking ur time reading... What would u do if u r him?? I know this is complicated, I'm just asking for others points of view to such situation of my fren... Hope it could widen up his perception...Thanks!!*all names are fake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-106251367249612175?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/106251367249612175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/106251367249612175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251367249612175' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105837450504713734</id><published>2003-07-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:28:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Hey man! i'm back after one week of so called "slackings". Well its not slacking, many things happened to me lor. It's one of life greatest transformation. Anyway i'm trying to remain low profile of my "happenings". Anyway the main purpose of my post is about the "love" page that i had put up earlier 3-4 weeks ago. I'm trying not to be one sided in my story so i got Tessa to edit it up and do changes to it. Anyway i would appreciate that you guys don't demean her or anything, cuz life is really very unfair anything that happened could result in a person's attitude/character/behaviour... i know her deep down, understand her backgrounds and stuffs. It's really not EASY being her. Cut it short i would link this up to a page of hers expressing her views and a little background of her. &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tessalyn87/me_2_U.htm"&gt; Link to her page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry guys abt the broken link in the page "love". its not that the server or whateva is not working, its just that i feel my story is one sided so i deleted the page away.(sorry tessa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really bZ nowadays, so *ivan* ar... Paiseh hor, pls be patient with my next design man... i know this webby sux big time man, the black dull page u always see when u drop by bla bla bla. i really wanted to do some iframe stuffs but i guess i'm slow man... kekeZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105837450504713734?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105837450504713734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105837450504713734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837450504713734' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105758403109346069</id><published>2003-07-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T14:32:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; &lt;marquee behavior=alternate onMouseover="this.scrollAmount=1" onMouseout="this.scrollAmount=4"&gt;__________Hiatus\\&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;(hI-'A-tus)-an interruption in time or continuity; which means i'm taking a break away from bloggin' n' stuffs(net)__________&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iT's MONDAY, yeah... it isn't that bad after all... hehe... Actually the timetable for  8am to 6pm is for web programming studentS... HenG ar... i in Video production and Music n MIDI. The most is up to 5pm, moreover i had to go for sch on the odds week for sat (not all saturdays) *whew* siBei heng ar... Anyway i got my com fixed up! printer is 99% working (1% uncertainty of the uncomprehending technological faults), mouse is fully working but i h8 it without a roller in the middle (hopes to get a wheeler mouse compatible to my com instead). Well well, i guess i'll be on HIATUS but that doesn't mean i'll not drop by here to see my taggy n guestbook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br =&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=alternate onMouseover="this.scrollAmount=1" onMouseout="this.scrollAmount=4"&gt;__________Hiatus\\&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;(hI-'A-tus)-an interruption in time or continuity; which means i'm taking a break away from bloggin' n' stuffs(net)__________&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105758403109346069?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105758403109346069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105758403109346069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105758403109346069' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105733489734171121</id><published>2003-07-05T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T00:14:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; YawNzzzzz, went to bugis today to get my hp cover n stock up my stationary for school... Saw so many familiar face like michelle, Alan, Peini bla bla bla... Anyway i was thinking of the how to do the scrollbox or iframe what what the heck it is called for my gasbook's entry... Anyone know??? And I'm getting a new host kekeZ, but before i do so i must get my new design done after my  upcomming semester to show them and to approve of my stuffs... By the way i found out what class i m in le... kekeZ, i'm in  DMMT/FT/2B/24,64,59,54. well-rounded modules... kekeZ quite nice... Well, school reopening soon sianZ. Guess i better change my sleeping time too, scared later cannot wake up DieZZZZ..... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105733489734171121?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105733489734171121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105733489734171121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105733489734171121' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105723850533165770</id><published>2003-07-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T21:21:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Feeling much better now, caught twins effect just now... it was darn funny! Almost laughed until my tummy cramped! Went out with tessa today... *just frens only* hopefully discipline takes control... not too much physical too... haiZ.... Anyway i checked my timetable and it sux... Even thought i din know what class i'll end up in, i know that all the classes start @8 in the morning end @6 in the evening.... sumore sat nid to go sch oso... tedious wor? *sniff* i guess i'll be going on hiatus on monday lia0z.... yawn~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105723850533165770?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105723850533165770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105723850533165770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105723850533165770' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105713662562818214</id><published>2003-07-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T20:31:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;Chatted with Tessa last night, i felt extremely remorseful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many thoughts ran thru my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet i do not know what they were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I felt like hiding in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dun always quarrel wf me, try to understand me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dun always see what i do you buei song lidat, just nicely tell me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the sms i sent her b4, she managed to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet my love for her failed... Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this just a cause and effect ("Yin guo bao ying")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;If thats so, someone pls stop this cursed cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A better start, a better future &lt;/i&gt;- Winston&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105713662562818214?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105713662562818214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105713662562818214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105713662562818214' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105706691081189606</id><published>2003-07-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T22:48:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Today is one of the saddest chapters of my pathetic lovelife and probably the finale of my story with Tess. The zealous love i once had has now diminished to just a shadow of friendly care and concern. Therefore its very hard for me to answer the Question whether i still love her anot. Thinking of it, i can't run away... at the end of my life i'll still have to ask myself that question: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Saying that the love i &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; is no longer there would be a very hurting statement, saying that i still love her would be a lie that will get us going on in this cycle of unhappiness, acting of satisfaction and getting hurt in the end. I'm really very sorry for telling the truths that made u upset, but i rather do something to stop this cycle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The main reason the love had been diminish is becuz she tired me out, the so-called seeking of my attention she did. She really made me feel very weird going out with her, making me very upset with her unhappiness when we were out. I know that she tried to change after knowing that this doesn't help, but i still feel her inner unhappiness despite the outer happiness she pretended to be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I'm extremely upset that things would turn out this way; start off- me loving her, she hurting me... ending off- i lost the love i had for her, she cherishing every single moment i cared for her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I felt very guilty for dashing her hopes of getting back together after her O's. But i wanted to let her to know that it's very hard for me to say,"I don't love you." cuz it hurts me to hurt you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105706691081189606?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105706691081189606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105706691081189606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706691081189606' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105698600282268619</id><published>2003-06-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T23:28:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt; Guys day today. So i went for some sorta "revenge" with my friends before school reopens on the 7th. Went to out lotsa places today! Watched Charlie AngelS... kekeZ, they are darn cuteZ man and i really don't mind watching those 3 whackass again ;) ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that we went to Grandlink to do some lan gaming, though my gaming skills had gone rusty quite long ago i still go ahead with them with some lucky star shining over me giving me the "tyconess" in my game... Afterall its up to my luckiness to get those lucky shots...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Soon we went for dinner and to Tampinese mall to accompany my frens to do some shopping.  As i did most of my shopping last week, i showed him around to places where the prices are cheaper. Soon we pop into this shop where the shop assistant remembered her regular customers and so we were soon engaged into a short conversation while my frens did their shopping, funny thing was the same thing happened when i was at heeren yesterday collecting my bag. The lesson i learnt was never misjudge a woman's age, as both ladies were working and wearing mature looking clothes, i thought they were 19 or 20. To my surprise, they were just 17 (both ladies 17). So guys, next time go out know girls dun anyhow assume that their age is too old, must give a very young figure to flatter and to avoid embarrassment... kekeZ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Besides that another lesson is 'the portion of the money in the wallet not meant to be spent' should remain not to be spent! Or else will end up broken! Heng end of month then broke...kekeZ.... Anyway i got one new thing on my wish list that is my green n7250 hp cover. I know write here oso no use, no one buy for me... kekeZ. Anyway its just for me to remind myself to put aside the 20 dollars i left today plus some extra money i'm gonna get to get the cover b4 i spent it on something else.... =p &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105698600282268619?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105698600282268619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105698600282268619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105698600282268619' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105689667035287671</id><published>2003-06-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T22:28:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Just finished watching "inner sense"&lt;the show that Zhang Guo Rong last acted&gt; pretty eerie, in the sense the way how he committed suicide and the way the show ending when he stands there at the roof top, sounds like some unfinished business. I feel sad for him as it can be seen that he was really 'totally in the show' putting his feelings and mind into it and ends up costing his dear life.... haiZ. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Anyway, i guess i've been really spending lots of money lately, the transport, the food and stuffs... Well, I'd just top up my farecard to 10 dollars 4 days ago, and the value of my card is 2 dollars nia... Besides, today alone i'd went to 4 places... Aljunied to have some shop opening ceremony, Farrer Rd to accompany my cousin while they work, Heeren to get the bag i reserved two days ago and pass something to a fren. After that i took a bus home, but on my way i forgotten about going to Singtel shop to get my sim card done. Thus, i made a stop at Parkway to do my sim card things, did some shopping at Giant. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SianZ lia0z... maybe going to find someone to chat... nitez to all...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105689667035287671?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105689667035287671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105689667035287671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105689667035287671' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105671851300682872</id><published>2003-06-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:00:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Hehe, *grins as he watches his new hp", today so happy! Heng i didn't buy the hp yesterday, cuz when i bought today, the price dropped. I went o_O  Errr... really aR? going back to the entrance of the shop to check if the price really dropped or was it just my hallucination. To my surprise, the price really dropped! Hehe, i also went to orchard to buy a bag i was eyeing for... sad thing was, someone has taken that last peice  :(   Anyway, i reserved one from Far east and they'll be bringing it over to annex for my collection anytime this two weeks... kekeZ. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; ps: Thanks Tess for the necklace n ear stud, they are nice... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105671851300682872?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105671851300682872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105671851300682872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105671851300682872' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105663960978828580</id><published>2003-06-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T23:00:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Went out to buy my hp today, but i forgot to bring along docs for verification, so end up empty-handed on my way home. Anyway, i settled the dilemma whether to get n7210 or n7250 finally. Cuz i made up my mind to buy that n7250 with much reluctance to dismiss the thoughts of the sensual-looking  n7210. Well, at this time i was suppose to go out with someone, then bo pian... put me aeroplane lor... very swee... =p Hmmph! Today hasn't been a good day, thot 'you' would at least accompany me out 'pei wo shan shan xin' like how i help u 'shan shan xin' in the past...  then put me aeroplane...  =p Anyway, treat me kopi can le... SianZzzzzzzzz. HaiZ. I think i better not expose my bad day today, i choose not to dwell in it anyway. So that's all for today.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105663960978828580?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105663960978828580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105663960978828580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105663960978828580' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105657317340069660</id><published>2003-06-26T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T04:32:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; HaiZ, thot i was having a happy day, till Tess broke up with her bf... then she is not happy, and so affects my emotions slightly in some way or another. My feelings is totally fused, i'm utterly lost with how i should feel with her. The only one thing i know is i still care for her. However, the biggest Qns of all is "Do i love her? " HaiZ... guess this insomnia thing is not easy.  Anyway I hope it rains later... so that i can sleep till i'm entirely satisfied, if not it'll be another tiring day i have to endure. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105657317340069660?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105657317340069660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105657317340069660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105657317340069660' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105655178000157585</id><published>2003-06-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T22:36:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt; Just got back from swimming, wÖw, Laguana social club (or is it that??) has one of the best environments i've ever been to... It resembles one of the few resorts in Bali. Well i've never seen or tried anything called steam bath till today. At first i thought it's some kinda suana thing, but its something more power sia... i rather call it the steam room... kekeZ... Anyway i think i'm quite satisfied lately, i dunno why... but i feel glad... : ) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105655178000157585?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105655178000157585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105655178000157585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105655178000157585' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105647711075252926</id><published>2003-06-25T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T15:54:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt; Ha... thought i could sleep at 12, but was bombarded with lots of work; Cds stuffs for my cousin&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, my webby, and tesSa's webby... Finally most of my webby is done... except for the photo gallery, i'm going to use my own "look and feel" instead of the photogallery.com's one. or else it'll be pretty much a pain going back to the previous page. Anyway this is the list of updates i need to do, in case i forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt; - Photo gallery's own &lt;font color=red&gt;"look and feel"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;- The previous, next buttons for the navigation&lt;/s&gt; *decided not to, cuz what's the use?*  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- If possible, i would be doing a new page call "Great Links", which will link you up with great webbies such as Lyric finds, guitar Tabs and chords, shopping stuffs, humour stuffs, web design tools etc etc... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105647711075252926?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105647711075252926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105647711075252926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105647711075252926' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105646739102351181</id><published>2003-06-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T23:32:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;  Sibei Tiring sia today, slept at 6 yesterday. My insomnia supposed to be cured when i slept early the day b4 but something happened yesterday and i couldn't sleep till 6am in the morning... haiZ... then 10am kena 'chao xing'... after that i bought the clothes that i'd been eyeing for... Well, i would like to take this opportunity to thank my eldest sis for sponsoring me money to get a new phone and i also decided to get the n7250 instead. However i haven bought the phone yet, went to compare some prices, check which shop's upgrade,trade in and phone's price is cheaper. In the end decided not to trade in my phone, instead just get an upgrade in WYWY shop will do as the price there seems to be the cheapest among other hp shops.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that thought that i was able to return home to rest but remembered that i had to meet claudia to pass her some bills.... *SianZ n Tired*.... so we went to drink some coffee@starbucks, trying to refresh myself. Soon after we finished, i was forced by her to send her home, *duhZ* (bo pian she held on to my handphone) then i had to walk all the way to her house then back to mine which was a very very (i mean VERY) big detour . . .  Thought that i could rest, but instead got a call from my cousin that he would be comming over my house to burn disc, in the end (till now)... i'm still searching for his songs, writting and updating my webbyZ.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guess my insomnia is finally over after i'm done... then i could finally drop dead on my bed to have a rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="#00FFFF"&gt; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105646739102351181?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105646739102351181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105646739102351181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105646739102351181' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-10563512467140318</id><published>2003-06-23T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:55:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt; Did some window shopping yesterday at Tampinese, saw many nice clothings and did some budgeting on what to buy tml, caught "the hulk" with someone special yesterday. Well, it's a nice show, i think its suppose to be a new way of directing as the movie was told in the way a comic would do... Anyway we'll get used to it.  Stay overnight at that special someone's place yesterday, watched the wedding singer yesterday, the theme song is really meaningful....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-10563512467140318?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/10563512467140318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/10563512467140318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10563512467140318' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105622935714682135</id><published>2003-06-22T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:48:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;This insomnia thing is really getting worse on me. Nevertheless i've finally completed watching finding nemo... hehe... did 6 downloads just to get the right stuffs man... just wonder why some guys can't change the file name if it isn't "finding nemo" or just delete it away if its just some black screen for 1 hour. Anyways its really a nice show.... "the hulk" is next on my movie list.... Hope this time my friends won't last minute change of plans... Had a boring(food) yet fun bbQ just now, hahaZ, a funny incident happened actually just now... I approached a female friend of mine while she was in the group, then we were under a street lamp mahZ, after i chat with her awhile i found out the rest moving away... then i went to ask them wazzup and one actually told me that the street lamp is already very bright, thinking of it, the street lamp is really very bright indeed...kekeZ... Anyhow, i feel sorry for that friend of mine kena mistaken or something like that is really very embarassing... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105622935714682135?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105622935714682135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105622935714682135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105622935714682135' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105613166401306016</id><published>2003-06-21T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:44:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt; ArghhhhZ... this totally suX... i've waited for 3 hours for finding nemo part 2 to dl finish then it turns out to be Angry management.... ArghhhZ... stupid kazaa... DuhZ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt; Ironic isn't it??? Supposed to watch this cuteZ funny show when the 1st download got cut off half way, and the second download that makes me angry turns out to be &lt;font color="red"&gt;"Angry Management"&lt;/font&gt;....  -_-" DuhZ.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Anyway i haven wasted my time had completed doing the simple animation for my Homepage. It may look simple guyZ, but it really took alot of effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; &lt;font color="#00FFFF"&gt; ~*Insomnia*~ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105613166401306016?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105613166401306016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105613166401306016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105613166401306016' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105611845192362529</id><published>2003-06-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:44:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size ="1"&gt; Went out to grab some fresh air, walk here walk there see the vast big black sky with those glitters of stars; what a beautiful world, yet with such imperfection beings over-populating it.... Ahhz... Saw an actress Huang su fang i think oso went to see my ex boss, got some food treats too &amp; I missed those times with my colleagues - James, Chang Feng, Alex, Phyllis &amp; Shirley, all of u guys are unforgetable friends.  AnywayZ thankZ &lt;font color ="red" &gt;emeZ &lt;/font&gt;for ur &lt;i&gt; warm&lt;/i&gt; welcome... :P &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105611845192362529?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105611845192362529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105611845192362529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105611845192362529' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105604570574545412</id><published>2003-06-20T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:45:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;div align= "justify"&gt; Darn late this night, another sleepless night. I've completed reading the storybook thriller &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Romeo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, yet i still can't sleep. Wondering who can accompany me do some shopping. Well I'm glad to exchanged some words with a &lt;i&gt;ltnc &lt;/i&gt; pal, Jaclyn...Ohh i missed the times we chat up those sleepless nites... Arghh, my Mum thought i couldn't sleep becuz Tessa left me... Well she's partially right, i really dunno what's going on in my love life, I don't even know if we are still together, i don't know if she and Daniel got back together, lots of &lt;b&gt;dunnos&lt;/b&gt; with answers left for us to uncover. *Sigh* Lovelife suX... Sometimes i hoped i'm single and free but at the same time the memories of those joyful and romantic times with someone special to be wonderful. I really moved on with my life pushing the past behind, yet deep inside i really missed those days...Her bDay is comming soon, got many hints of what she wants yet had not much money for that... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway Thanks Jaclyn for accompanying those days when i'm down... I really appreciated it... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size ="1" color ="#00FFFF"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening to George Winston's Pachelbel Canon&lt;/i&gt; soothing like a balm to my soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105604570574545412?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105604570574545412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105604570574545412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604570574545412' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105602945310414956</id><published>2003-06-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:45:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;font size ="1"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Opps... I was so busy meddling with the blog today that i missed Channel 5's &lt;font color = "red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;. Anyone also watch &lt;font color = "red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;, please fill me in...&lt;font color = "#00FFFF"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thanks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; aloTz.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&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/5493072-105602945310414956?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105602945310414956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105602945310414956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105602945310414956' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105602765040611337</id><published>2003-06-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:46:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "1"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alas... Finally abit more "Xiang yang" now... Hmmz... very sianZ... who can accompany me go out tml?? Dun wanna rot at home down in this chair listening to music.... Anyway &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to be done:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Separate navigation with "friendly links"  &lt;font color = "red"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Get Photo gallery done  &lt;font color = "red"&gt;X&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Plan Tessa's Bday &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Buy clothings &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Save up for my accoustic guitar &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Pyscho my fren to book driving test with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105602765040611337?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105602765040611337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105602765040611337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105602765040611337' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105601922435840846</id><published>2003-06-19T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:46:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = 1&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two tiring hours have passed, still messing around with the htmls bla blas... stupid htmls, java sux  : x ... what else? hmmZ, oh GawD, I've forgotten all my htmls and right now I'm using Dreamweaver  to try to make another table on the rite hand side for the Tag board.... Guess its dinner time now, time for some stomach fillings.... : O  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105601922435840846?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105601922435840846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105601922435840846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105601922435840846' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493072.post-105601122930334114</id><published>2003-06-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:46:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "1"&gt;&lt;div align= "justify"&gt;I'm sick of own designs and stuffs, so now choosing to use templates and stuffs to do my blogs. Didn't even had time to create own designs either, so tired... going out with friends, looking after the baby, running around doing window-shopping before the sale ends.... DuhZ, simply &lt;b&gt;wish&lt;/b&gt; i have more time to waste.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493072-105601122930334114?l=n3al.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105601122930334114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493072/posts/default/105601122930334114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n3al.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105601122930334114' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220577840600182388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
