<?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-19200328</id><updated>2011-09-05T23:12:03.397+08:00</updated><category term='lund'/><category term='goteborg'/><category term='malmo'/><title type='text'>;  a nutcase</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>641</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1341592540299892887</id><published>2010-12-08T18:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:11:59.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goteborg'/><title type='text'>Lund, malmo, goteborg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9ii4wpNBI/AAAAAAAAJBA/g5yxpxqciIU/s1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;after what seemed like a 247987214-hours flight, desmond yun and i reached Lund. itinerary for our first week in sweden was simple. reach lund, drop off our bags at the Lide's, and head to malmo and goteborg before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;about the Lides. Sarah is an SMU Alumni, and is happily married to Emil, a Swede she met during exchange. She met Emil in church during her exchange. after she graduated, she was posted to a workplace (i cant remember) with a timezone that was off tangent to Singapore's. her Singaporean friends will be offline while she's awake. and that meant that Emil was usually the one online to chat with her during those hours. sparks flew between them when she made a return visit to Lund. a sweet fairytale, indeed. (disclaimer: details may be slightly off :P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah and Emil were like guardians to us in Sweden. they were really hospitable in welcoming Singaporean exchange students, be it from SMU/NUS/NTU. Every semester, Sarah makes the initiative to contact the university officers in-charge of exchange programme to get in contact with the Singaporeans who were going over to Lund. if they were in Singapore, the Lide's would meet us for some authentic chinese food before we flew over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9iiPj1LnI/AAAAAAAAJAw/ZJCvD8oOYYc/s400/lides.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261606375632498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a family portrait of 3-semesters worth of SG-Lund exchange students with Sarah and Emil in the middle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks to Email and Sarah, the few of us had a church outside Singapore - Ad Fontes International, where we continued to experience God and fellowship with His people. He's the same, in Singapore and out. Amazingly, i could worship with Swedish christian songs. being an international church, they have a system of mikes and headphones to cater to the non swedish speaking crowd. translators will take turns to translate the service for the bunch of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9ih9Q7BnI/AAAAAAAAJAo/8356YEpa1pc/s400/ad%2Bfontes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261601464485490" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9ii4wpNBI/AAAAAAAAJBA/g5yxpxqciIU/s1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9ii4wpNBI/AAAAAAAAJBA/g5yxpxqciIU/s1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9ii4wpNBI/AAAAAAAAJBA/g5yxpxqciIU/s400/church.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261617435227154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; i didnt miss Chinese New Year-- the bunch of us at Ad Fontes brought the Chinese New Year festive mood into church, and we lau-ed yusheng together :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9k3AS65TI/AAAAAAAAJBI/548kWG3edtQ/s400/new%2Byr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548264162078680370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9iiWNhsVI/AAAAAAAAJA4/aGVEOv2G-Og/s400/max.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261608161128786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;first trip was to nearby malmo. desmond managed to get 50% off for our stay in Hilton Hotel. probably the best hotel we stayed in during our exchange. awesome spread of buffet, awesome room, awesome wifi which inevitably turned our room into a mini smu (loaded with laptops, gadgets, and wires). it was a time of many firsts. getting used to the freezing cold, getting used to the sight of snow, trying new european food (breads and cold meats), getting used to left-hand drive and looking to the left for oncoming traffic. we kept dropping our gloves!! totaly not used to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=159313&amp;amp;id=566036159&amp;amp;l=6c4c2de0ea"&gt;malmo facebk pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we headed to goteborg and checked out the universeum (universe museum). it's a little like a natural historic museum (waxed figures of animals), underwater world, science centre combined into one. also, we checked out the archipelago islands that was pretty serene and breathtaking during the winter season. pity, the amusement park wasnt open during the winter season. u should check it out if you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=161216&amp;amp;id=566036159&amp;amp;l=16ec101c67"&gt;goteborg facebk 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nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TP9iiPj1LnI/AAAAAAAAJAw/ZJCvD8oOYYc/s72-c/lides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1019843494120196870</id><published>2010-12-08T17:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:25:20.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i reached Sweden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how fast time flies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about a year ago, i was in the hyped-up-exchange mode. busy doing exchange shopping, making my rounds of farewell dinners before my arduous flight to Sweden.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at the farewell photos gives me an indication of who my core group of close friends are. friends who are important enough to me, and vice-versa, to have a simple farewell meal before i head off for my exchange adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im glad that my exchange gave impetus for stardust to travel to malaysia to simply hangout. i thank God for you girls in my life *beams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLSii2zJLzs/TP9WZ6XRWOI/AAAAAAAAAAg/h_8nsIFVk2I/s320/02012010756.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548248269107321058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;doing stupid things with my favourite friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"crying or smiling"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;such usual days are my best treasure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- words on neoprint machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember being torn between having to spend good times (and money) during the numerous farewell outings, and having to save money for the expensive cost of living in Europe. but for me, friends and relationships take precedence over money. i always believe that money can be earned later, but opportunities dont stay. if you're thinking of not going on exchange because of the lack of funds, i urge you to reconsider. the life of an exchange student and the joys of travelling as an exchange student with international friends is an amazing life-changing experience with an expiry date. say goodbye to such opportunities when your life ends &lt;i&gt;(yeah, ends)&lt;/i&gt; in the workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i remember vividly the friends and family who came to send me off at the airport. although i hate goodbyes, i must admit, i get over them (most) pretty quickly, as the adrenaline for a new adventure ahead quickly takes over my mind heart and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so off i went, with a skip in my steps, with the company of desmond and yun. i must say that the flight was so bad, it made me regret going for exchange even before exchange started. with no on-flight entertainment, the 11 hour flight was HELL. didnt help that i was in the middle seat. i didnt wanna wake up those beside me to go for a walk in the plane. so tired, ass so sore, body so weak, i decided to document my horrendous ride in the toilet. and my, even the toilet was more spacious and comfortable than the plane seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's cheers to LOL-ing at myself (evidently, i wasnt functioning well. taking a good 5 seconds to read the time on my watch?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd62f7baedbd81ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1019843494120196870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1019843494120196870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-i-left-singapore.html' title='before i reached Sweden'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLSii2zJLzs/TP9WZ6XRWOI/AAAAAAAAAAg/h_8nsIFVk2I/s72-c/02012010756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1647271151943700237</id><published>2010-12-08T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:25:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2010 exchange diary series</title><content type='html'>unless i start blogging about my exchange experience now, my thoughts and experiences will forever be lost in the cold winds of europe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, this diary series is for myself :) nevertheless, i hope you enjoy reading vicariously &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1647271151943700237?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1647271151943700237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1647271151943700237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010-exchange-diary-series.html' title='my 2010 exchange diary series'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8334238323381386829</id><published>2010-09-11T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:08:38.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;the old has gone, the new has come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 540px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;coming back from exchange has changed my outlook on many aspects of life. Substantial change, i say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 5+mths worth of change in europe for my exchange stint, my world has changed. MY world. &lt;i&gt;ceteris paribus (yes im an economics student) &lt;/i&gt;- everything else stayed the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came home expecting things to be different. but nope. family's the same (yay). room's untidiness is the same (if not worse. others invaded my territory! plus, after-travelling unpacking doesnt help the situation, not one bit). friend's are the same. church's the same. school, oh school, school's infinite times worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8334238323381386829?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8334238323381386829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8334238323381386829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-chapter.html' title='a new chapter'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1757728687905148533</id><published>2010-07-27T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:54:28.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>managing relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just a disclaimer before you guys get excited over me talking about my relationship with a boy. sorry, not this post, haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we manage relationships everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since young, i make it a point to smile at the provisional shop people whenever i pass by them. these are people whom ive been calling "uncle/jiejie/auntie" since i was 3, and i still address them the same way today. same to the uncle who deliver eggs. same to the crazy uncle who used to humour me when i was a kid.. daily, i start my days to internship with nods and hellos. there is this uncle who sells CDs whom i never dared to make friends with. he too, never really made eye contact with me, i could tell. today, about 20 yrs later, i smiled, nodded, and stared at him to "force" him to acknowledge me. it was a good 1 long second before he smiled and returned my gesture in a nod. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work, we got to manage relationships. relationships with the people we report to, relationships with fellow colleagues, relationships with people who report to us. even at a setting outside office, e.g. bonding session over BBQ, we have to manage such relationships well. while it is good for my colleagues to see the joker side of me, people usually attach stereotype on these people that talk too much cock -- that they arent reliable to get things done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a few days ago, i was assigned to lead in the game of charades for my colleagues. during the games, i had to constantly be politically right. i had to make sure that the words they lucky-draw-ed were neutral words that were not too tough nor too easy. else, i would discard them and ask them to draw another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's good to take some time to off the comp and reflect on the week. it gives me insights and learning points about this journey called life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TE7ywU4WBAI/AAAAAAAAI-s/ZzXzleCO8II/s400/DSCF6955.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498599107118629890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1757728687905148533?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1757728687905148533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1757728687905148533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/07/managing-relationships.html' title='managing relationships'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TE7ywU4WBAI/AAAAAAAAI-s/ZzXzleCO8II/s72-c/DSCF6955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-398156944176368010</id><published>2010-05-31T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:55:07.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ive been keeping journals of all the countries i travel to, so fret not. slowly but surely, i will update. but this song, i gotta promote this song with the rest of the world noww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2Amgsxr_lM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2Amgsxr_lM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applejack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and sing it with me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the strongest and most wonderful things are those we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song, sing a song&lt;br /&gt;About how things seem more important at night&lt;br /&gt;So sing apples, sing drumkits&lt;br /&gt;Sing moonlight, sing lungfish&lt;br /&gt;And sing a song mitochondria&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and sing it with me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the strongest and most wonderful things are those we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Sing apples, sing drumkits&lt;br /&gt;Sing moonlight, sing lungfish&lt;br /&gt;-The Triangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reflects a little bit of exchange. the friends we make, the sights we see, the parties we go to, the beers we enjoy, the feeling of a holiday, the cycling trips we make, the love we share, the goodbyes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477370439662035842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TAOHZP9H44I/AAAAAAAAI-k/qCkwXAp0o7o/s400/blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been listening to this song on repeat mode. i feel kinda emo yet kinda blissful about this whole exchange experience. u know, the bittersweet feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to it. im quite sure u will enjoy the song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-398156944176368010?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/398156944176368010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/398156944176368010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/05/listen-to-this.html' title='listen to this'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/TAOHZP9H44I/AAAAAAAAI-k/qCkwXAp0o7o/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5896597300200002335</id><published>2010-04-24T08:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:34:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's nice to feel special</title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes angmohs in singapore get preferential treatment? they are viewed as the upper class, the more atas race?well, i experienced the same atas feeling in poland. however, it wasnt quite the same as how angmohs are treated in singapore. in singapore, they're often approached or tended to in boutiques. singaporeans take the initiative to reach out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in poland, however, we were stared at -- with surprise/shock/awe. many tried stealing looks at us. i returned their stares with a monster face + BOO! and that got some of them startled and jumpy. heeeeheee. the kids saluted/waved and us or gave friendly hellos. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913t55VKVI/AAAAAAAAI98/BXzQwRhDf8M/s1600/monster+platter.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913tdZ6vHI/AAAAAAAAI9s/2CWfJ2psZ6I/s1600/DSCF4134_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913tdZ6vHI/AAAAAAAAI9s/2CWfJ2psZ6I/s400/DSCF4134_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466657145568803954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so anyway, i was in gdansk, poland, with some SG peeps. Old town hostel had really knowledgeable receptionists that gave really useful tips and directions. i have this knack for talking to those who do what they love. in this case, the receptionist really enjoyed meeting people from all around the world, and helping them explore poland. i wonder what hostels in singapore are like. shall have a look at them when im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food in poland is pretty cheap. we were like carnivores the few days there, and this meat platter is da bombz.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913t55VKVI/AAAAAAAAI98/BXzQwRhDf8M/s1600/monster+platter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913t55VKVI/AAAAAAAAI98/BXzQwRhDf8M/s400/monster+platter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466657153216751954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913tjhJ1II/AAAAAAAAI90/aoAisX9w4Ws/s1600/too+full.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913tjhJ1II/AAAAAAAAI90/aoAisX9w4Ws/s400/too+full.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466657147209766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the highlight of the trip, in my opinion, is the trip to strutoff concentration camp, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913uEK09KI/AAAAAAAAI-E/C8M_T3HqBSk/s1600/gas+chamber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913uEK09KI/AAAAAAAAI-E/C8M_T3HqBSk/s400/gas+chamber.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466657155974493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where i got a glimpse of how POWs were treated and how the camps were run. i cant imagine how life was, in prison camps. really thank God for everything i have today. picture above shows the small gas chamber where numbers were gased. there was this peculiar smell from the chamber =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got to end the trip with a bang -- ok not quite. there was a 3 hour delay. but as kiasu singaporeans, we were somewhat at the front of the queue to board the plane. but the phrase 'zero to hero' was most accurately portrayed tt day. they changed the boarding gate to the one directly behind us. from the first ones in the queue, we became the last few. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S91_N2PtvXI/AAAAAAAAI-c/6fxZWjNF7X4/s1600/07032010999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S91_N2PtvXI/AAAAAAAAI-c/6fxZWjNF7X4/s400/07032010999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466665398574103922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hurrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, there was this terror kid that was there to entertain us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S914rvhEuyI/AAAAAAAAI-M/7oopi6m-AgA/s1600/terror+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S914rvhEuyI/AAAAAAAAI-M/7oopi6m-AgA/s400/terror+kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466658215582546722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he created quite a scene, running to the luggage belts at the check-in counter that they had to push the emergency button just before his fatty bom bom self reached the end of the conveyor belt into the walls (storage area). and he came to me, pointing a finger at my face, and shouted (vulgarities maybe?) into my face. i simply smiled back and that irritated the shit outta him. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a good fulfilling trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S914_r0NR1I/AAAAAAAAI-U/kkHYLMtm1lc/s1600/zebra+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S914_r0NR1I/AAAAAAAAI-U/kkHYLMtm1lc/s400/zebra+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466658558186440530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like zebra print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5896597300200002335?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5896597300200002335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5896597300200002335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-nice-to-feel-special.html' title='it&apos;s nice to feel special'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S913tdZ6vHI/AAAAAAAAI9s/2CWfJ2psZ6I/s72-c/DSCF4134_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4040336956537630978</id><published>2010-04-14T07:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:47:53.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>i know i havent been updating. here's a quick one (hence no photos)&lt;br /&gt;i shall tell u abt this new module im taking "violence, gender &amp;amp; culture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this module is a pretty dark/hard course for the professor to "teach". we cover discussion questions like "why do men sexually abuse children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are by large 2 schools of thoughts amongst psychologists.  one that believes in the innocence of children, and one that believes that children only tell tales/stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminded me of my primary school days. i was sitting beside this irritating boy called sim si yu (i tried searching him down on facebk, but sadly i didnt manage to), who commented "mrs ong's backside very smelly" when she walked behind him. and so i raised up my hand, and said "mrs ong, sim si yu said your backside very smelly". how innocent(ly stupid i was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, *SLAP*.&lt;br /&gt;"I DONT LIKE PEOPLE TELLING TALES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what "telling tales" was. and at that age, i didnt make sense of what was happening. i felt guilty, even though i was punished for doing something i thought was right. i went to recess with a red handprint on my face, ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was until yrs later when i found out what telling tales meant.. i wasnt lying! and it didnt help tt my teacher's name was mrs ong teng chiong, similar to tt of our president then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to forgive. mrs ong, if you're seeing this, you're forgiven. (in fact i use this story as a joke during gatherings). and lucky you, at tt time, teachers were allowed to physically "abuse" or hit the students. which reminds me, mrs seah whacked my head with the assessment book before. poor me ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my module on violence, gender, and culture. it is said that in court, the lawyers and judge are mostly men. men and women are constructed differently, in terms of thoughts, emotions, what they perceive as norms, as what ought to be.. are women's and children's safety at risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in today's lesson, i learnt tt it is women's responsiblity to say "NO" to pre-marital sex. firstly, it is socially accepted that men is the more violent/aggressive gender. and second, women are the ones that bear the brunt of the act. the men simply get to scatter their seeds around, deriving pleasure. women, on the other hand, get pregnant during unprotected sex. this has loads of other implications to society: abortions, taking absence from school, being frowned upon etc. with such an imbalance in consequences, women HAVE to have the say. women have to make the decision in their heads to say NO, before hooking up with guys at parties/prom etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough luck, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also talked about female genital mutilation. there are still some communities in Africa (Narok i tink) that practice female genital mutilation as a traditional ritual, one which 'tames' the women. sex becomes a men's game. after the ritual at about 14 years old, these women stop going to school, bcos the ritual is something like an announcement to the whole village tt she is ready for marriage. these ladies quickly get married off after the ritual and lose their chance to be educated. they become sex toys for the men. they cannot enjoy the pleasure of sex after the ritual (their clitoris is damaged/cut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of all these cutting? senseless tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one module which classes i never pon, despite it being a morning class. it gives me a glimpse of how small i am in this world, and how vast the world out there is for me to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go back to reality (singapore), yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4040336956537630978?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4040336956537630978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4040336956537630978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4172144462844451480</id><published>2010-03-23T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:08:08.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fulfilled wants</title><content type='html'>i just realised, im able to take 2 things off my "wants" list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; ` finances for xchange jan 2010 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ` a trip to greece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whee. happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4172144462844451480?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4172144462844451480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4172144462844451480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/03/fulfilled-wants.html' title='fulfilled wants'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4530390769772214069</id><published>2010-03-23T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:07:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to skii</title><content type='html'>exams are looong over. i think i did ok for my exam. ok tt was very humble. im quite sure i will score full marks for it. look, im so confident that i even ticked this box on the exam paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S6eX8s-gExI/AAAAAAAAI9k/9b0979kHrJ0/s1600-h/i+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S6eX8s-gExI/AAAAAAAAI9k/9b0979kHrJ0/s400/i+rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451492943076528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'the department scans exams awarded the top grade and publish them anonymously on the department's website. if i receive the top grade, i do NOT allow my exam to be published (tick the box)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my marker's gonna have a good laugh. HAHAHA. i wont fail, but i definitely wont be achieving the top grade. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i want to skii. but spring's somewhat here. ahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4530390769772214069?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4530390769772214069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4530390769772214069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-skii.html' title='i want to skii'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S6eX8s-gExI/AAAAAAAAI9k/9b0979kHrJ0/s72-c/i+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6645920651631548033</id><published>2010-03-14T08:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:16:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the right to fart</title><content type='html'>well, exam is in two days' time, i have about 14 chapters left, but progress was good today, so i`ll reward myself by allowing some blogging time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been studying at my fren's apartment for 3 nights, it's my smu-equivalent of a gsr (grp study room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, here's the main point.. the thing about sweden and my digestive system.. they aint very chummy with each other -- i fart alot, ALOT, ever since i came to sweden. i guess my body's still not used to the food here. or mayb im eating alot more veggies here than in singapore. so, studying in my fren's place made it very tough for me to hold my fart in. HAHAHA. i know you know tt we can hold our farts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike studying in my own room, i have the right to fart and stink up the whole room and faint from the poison gas, but noooo, not in my fren's place. and come april i will be moving in with another fren. i`ll have a housemate henceforth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my, what am i gotta do with this farting issue. i lost my right to fart (freely)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6645920651631548033?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6645920651631548033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6645920651631548033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-to-fart.html' title='the right to fart'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6449546236080212619</id><published>2010-02-27T07:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:46:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>positive °C today!</title><content type='html'>finally, spring is coming. lund, sweden reached a POSITIVE 4 degree celcius today. the first time it ever hit positive ever since i get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, a fren from church burst the bubble when he emailed the church peeps for snow sledding tmr at St Hans Backar, albeit with " "if the snow is still around" in parenthesis. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hc-KM_TgI/AAAAAAAAI9Y/5j_lJT2z8Zs/s1600-h/st+hans+backar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hc-KM_TgI/AAAAAAAAI9Y/5j_lJT2z8Zs/s400/st+hans+backar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442702372637724162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(imagine this slope covered in snow. we could have skied/slided alll the way down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, DIDNT YOU SUGGEST EARLIER RON? WHY WHY WHY. but he's so nice i cant get angry with him, for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, ive been wishing for spring everyday, but i dont want it to come tmr! not tmr! so tt i can go snow sledding! but it's raining outside now. not snowing. soooo, i guess snow sledding is off :( yes, we will be able to slide down the hills much quickier, but we're gonna get real wet and cold too. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if spring is a good idea. just today, an insect flew into my fren's room. there are puddles everywhere, not very good for cycling. my back/bags are nicely painted with brown spots whenever i cycle. my shoes get wet. i believe things will start to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if spring wants to come, COME FAST! quick transition, please, and usher in the warm summer.&lt;br /&gt;nice, i can imagine it already-- the soft sun in the distance, just me in a cafe with my book and coffee, looking over the seas in Santorini, Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hbTAm51jI/AAAAAAAAI9I/mlqETr_r23o/s1600-h/greece.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hbTAm51jI/AAAAAAAAI9I/mlqETr_r23o/s400/greece.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442700531816060466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note, i started reading chapter 1 for my economics module (we're supposed to be at chapter 15 now), and it explained how Easter Island became what it is today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the existence of the enormous statues carved from volcanic rock and the fact that they were erected such a long way from the quarry suggest the presence of an advanced civilization, but to current observers it is nowehere in evidence. what happened to that society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hbTT1p_CI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/komNZVZyC-U/s1600-h/easter_island_pictures5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hbTT1p_CI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/komNZVZyC-U/s400/easter_island_pictures5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442700536978209826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a rising population, coupled with a heavy reliance on wood for housing, canoe building, and statue transportation, decimated the forest. the loss of the forest contributed to soil erosion, declining soil productivity, and, ultimately, diminished food production. how did the community react to impending scarcity? apparently the social response was war and, ultimately, cannibalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know that, wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6449546236080212619?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6449546236080212619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6449546236080212619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/02/positive-c-today.html' title='positive °C today!'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S4hc-KM_TgI/AAAAAAAAI9Y/5j_lJT2z8Zs/s72-c/st+hans+backar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3893025465951402249</id><published>2010-02-20T09:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:47:36.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just feel like blogging</title><content type='html'>am down with headache --too much drinking&lt;br /&gt;down with stomachache-- too much eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like blogging. lol. was up in london for a week meeting old frens from rg/rj/church. it was the first time this exchange travelling out alone. and here were my thoughts during the journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelling alone gives me the satisfaction, esp when i catch the correct bus/reach the correct terminal. it's like an amazing race, at a slower pace, but gotta be fast enough for me to reach my pitstops in time, else get eliminated by a missed flight/bus. haha. it's like amazing race with God as the partner/helpline. Alone, i speak to God. Asked Him to keep the bus at the dock while i rush to it, asked Him to keep me safe as i wait along the london streets at 4am. Tuning my body clock into travel mode -- making journeys at weird hours, speaking in the british accent, trying their kind of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39JIbTWDnI/AAAAAAAAI84/5wx8Dyo66qo/s1600-h/kat+hz+suyi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39JIbTWDnI/AAAAAAAAI84/5wx8Dyo66qo/s400/kat+hz+suyi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440147284003524210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best host in the world kat! bumped into tohtoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39I8RYmPHI/AAAAAAAAI8w/sFFxH1isu6g/s1600-h/ch+hz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39I8RYmPHI/AAAAAAAAI8w/sFFxH1isu6g/s400/ch+hz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440147075182771314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWESOME DUCK RICE WITH FB-STALKER CHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39I8P3f5mI/AAAAAAAAI8o/jaTN3sTz7so/s1600-h/wesley+eugene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39I8P3f5mI/AAAAAAAAI8o/jaTN3sTz7so/s400/wesley+eugene.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440147074775508578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 housemates for the week. wesley, eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Mns_W1wI/AAAAAAAAI9A/g38dM3acVNo/s1600-h/amelia+junli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Mns_W1wI/AAAAAAAAI9A/g38dM3acVNo/s400/amelia+junli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440151119862355714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia, junli&lt;br /&gt;(and kat of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Hew-29BI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/hiX9B17UgbU/s1600-h/edwin+hz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Hew-29BI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/hiX9B17UgbU/s400/edwin+hz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440145468757046290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watched les miserable with edwin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Helxt_bI/AAAAAAAAI8Q/a3lHzWOQ5X0/s1600-h/daniel+yq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39Helxt_bI/AAAAAAAAI8Q/a3lHzWOQ5X0/s400/daniel+yq.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440145465749142962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YingQueue @ cambridge with danT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39GcuOdXHI/AAAAAAAAI8A/bKtzqsM34no/s1600-h/charm+hz+jc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39GcuOdXHI/AAAAAAAAI8A/bKtzqsM34no/s400/charm+hz+jc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440144334145805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rj so6i reunion in cambridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39HeTD4O0I/AAAAAAAAI8I/AA8ItsO42uU/s1600-h/lynn+zhu+suyi+hz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39HeTD4O0I/AAAAAAAAI8I/AA8ItsO42uU/s400/lynn+zhu+suyi+hz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440145460725037890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love much! peeps bringing me for awesome korean food in london!&lt;br /&gt;lynner, zhu, tohtoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;simply awesome. would love to go back london again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3893025465951402249?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3893025465951402249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3893025465951402249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-feel-like-blogging.html' title='i just feel like blogging'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S39JIbTWDnI/AAAAAAAAI84/5wx8Dyo66qo/s72-c/kat+hz+suyi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6562618134133334300</id><published>2010-02-15T08:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:41:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>it's CNY as usual in sweden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0GoZtpGI/AAAAAAAAI7o/mAKR5HnMoas/s1600-h/cny+spread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0GoZtpGI/AAAAAAAAI7o/mAKR5HnMoas/s400/cny+spread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438294576067355746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was a reunion dinner at the church i am attending, and oh my, there was a huge spread of chinese food and asian food. altho home steamboat + yummylicious food during cny is ALWAYS the best, this yr's spread was still good! we were pampered with bak kwa, bak kut teh, pineapple tarts, tandoori chicken, ginseng chicken, dumplings, kimchi pancake, sushi, mua chee etc. im quite sure i will return to singapore weighing heavier than before, ha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0HMetVnI/AAAAAAAAI74/81aAKiXOCEs/s1600-h/max.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0HMetVnI/AAAAAAAAI74/81aAKiXOCEs/s400/max.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438294585751983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about being blessed, i realised that my previous tenant left LOADS of stuffs for me, unlike my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foremost, she (it better be a 'she') left a princess poster for me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0G2FJeCI/AAAAAAAAI7w/4fdOexHhNYk/s1600-h/princess+poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0G2FJeCI/AAAAAAAAI7w/4fdOexHhNYk/s400/princess+poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438294579739195426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were pretty nice postcards at my kitchen area. plus, she left washing liquid, Gif, clothes washing powder, hand soap, toilet paper, multiplug, laundry baskets for me! i got to $ave quite abit on those :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy CNY and Vday! time for me to sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6562618134133334300?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6562618134133334300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6562618134133334300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/02/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S3i0GoZtpGI/AAAAAAAAI7o/mAKR5HnMoas/s72-c/cny+spread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-351955501093669388</id><published>2010-01-24T07:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:40:46.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>in a new place, with a new life, it's hard to be bloggin about everything. want photos/videos, checkout ma facebk. this blog will be for serious stuffs, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school started for a week. being a student town, there are LOADS of student activities to go for. mostly parties. in the midst of all these buzz, im reli glad that the other 2 travelling with me are people i can depend on. coincidentally, we're christians/catholic -- sth i didnt know when i contacted yunqing and desmond to form a "clique".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S1uSkjhgcpI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/pzxq7PEoz0M/s1600-h/DSCF3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S1uSkjhgcpI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/pzxq7PEoz0M/s400/DSCF3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430094932433990290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yunqing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S1uSlOAGkWI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/MIUHlGccZaU/s1600-h/DSCF3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S1uSlOAGkWI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/MIUHlGccZaU/s400/DSCF3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430094943836606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst these nightsload of activities, we found time to worship tgt (on our way home), say grace before every meal, and attend church together. coindentally, the SMU Alumni, Sarah Lide (she eventually married the swedish guy she met during her exchange), is a christian. She makes effort to be the host for all the exchange students, and minister to the christians amongst us. she invites us to fika (dinner), cell group, church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll be heading to her church tmr morning. service is in swedish but they have english translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's good. He puts me in the right places, and brings me the correct people. All the "coincidences" above? i now say they aint by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living the life here, am independent, nevertheless cold. need to be xtra careful and disciplined in a foreign land, a student town, where booze, stuffs, and mindless young adults reign. in all honesty, it's hard not to "go with the flow", but no worries im in control ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-351955501093669388?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/351955501093669388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/351955501093669388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/S1uSkjhgcpI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/pzxq7PEoz0M/s72-c/DSCF3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2473176172685208409</id><published>2010-01-04T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:41:25.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day left</title><content type='html'>one day left to 5th jan. ah my gawd. starting to feel the reality sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are loads to pack, farewells to bid, words to say, hugs to give, mistakes to correct, people to forgive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 6mth long journey. one w/o the familiarity of friends and love ones, where breezes or winds will be desired no more (hello, negative 10-20 degree celcius. not summer singapore). it will be hard to keep in touch with things back here, hard to integrate back in 6mths time. well, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent decided if i shld blog abt my trip in this blog or just do videos and upload on youtube whenever i can. somehow the idea of raw uncut unglamz unrehearsed video entices me more than sequenced blog entries. hopefully, i`ll be so hapz in sweden tt i wldn have time to blog/upload videos. haha! i can do skype tho. add me hazel.ang.yingqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, am just really excited with jumping into europe with no concrete plans and limited finances. wld be a challenge of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th jan. terminal 1. 9pm flight (but pls be there at ~630pm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2473176172685208409?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2473176172685208409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2473176172685208409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-day-left.html' title='one day left'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6225044821925561335</id><published>2009-12-30T01:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:34:34.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks :)</title><content type='html'>even though im due for my exchange in a week's time, memories of last semester just slips into my mind every now and then. for some, i managed to bid proper goodbyes. (yay). for those whom i didnt, tough luck, but i hope we meet again somewhere in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpELVb5mOI/AAAAAAAAI7A/NF5czisr4Iw/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpELVb5mOI/AAAAAAAAI7A/NF5czisr4Iw/s400/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720063017228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalie Lennox. somehow you feel like an older sis to me, tho we're of the same age (right? 21?). im soooo thankful that i joined u guys @ ICB after the last corp creativity class lesson. i think that was THE event that brought me into the world of the exchange people! if there's one word to describe you, i`d say you're "wow". wow in the way you view things in life, wow in the words you speak (they speak volumes, lady), wow in your creative answer for corp creativity paper (if i were the prof i`d have given you a perfect score for your bravery and creativity mannn!!), wow in your amicable nature, wow in so many ways lah! it's a pity we didnt say a proper goodbye :( but im sure you had your share of fun travelling around asia! i see in fb updates tt you're sick? i pray that you recover soon and get ready for more partaye-ing before sch starts! *hugs* love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo9DEf68XI/AAAAAAAAI6Q/CwhZOe9T_FA/s1600-h/CIMG4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo9DEf68XI/AAAAAAAAI6Q/CwhZOe9T_FA/s400/CIMG4515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420712224450343282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAULINA.&lt;br /&gt;you diva. i secretly like the way you speak. haha! you pace your words and articulate them well, i simply enjoy hearing you speak. i feel that you're one sincere lady that's trustable. i must say you're kinda cute, the way you KNOW how you're knocked out after one glass but DONT KNOW why you end up with so many business cards in the morning. you're hilarious! and thank you for enlightening me about europe's SOS number "112". ive been wondering about the importance of "112" for eons. anyhow, i think im going to changi airport the same day as you, 5th jan? im having the 9pm flight. it'll be cool if we bump into each other. i hope we can meet up in denmark while im having my exchange in sweden! DO BRING ME TO PICK MUSHROOMS PLSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7uuyJaQI/AAAAAAAAI6I/NJ9Tosgcl1s/s1600-h/CIMG4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7uuyJaQI/AAAAAAAAI6I/NJ9Tosgcl1s/s400/CIMG4512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420710775512197378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelseeeeeea, the little one.&lt;br /&gt;i remember meeting you for the first time outside sch of biz. you were with your mum, right? it's cool how we were hanging out on an almost-daily basis at the end of the term. i felt more like the foreigner since you guys were bringing me around and inviting me to parties every other day! this makes me a bad bad singapore host. thank you for being such a good host (haha) instead. it's cool how we sometimes have the same "no i dont like this party" feeling, and slowly disappear from the pack. lol. my, im reminising those days, and i really hope to drop by canada some day to meet the whole bunch once again! love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpW-zqJmLI/AAAAAAAAI7I/KQSHgixttnM/s1600-h/13363_1225056023639_1146150035_31280727_2389122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpW-zqJmLI/AAAAAAAAI7I/KQSHgixttnM/s400/13363_1225056023639_1146150035_31280727_2389122_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420740738512689330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JAYbanks!&lt;br /&gt;well SADLY, i dont have a solo picture with you, buster. but i love you still, with your kickass attitude and nasty end-of-the-sentence-word-fillers, you ROCK the town, punkhead. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS U LAH. i am sure you miss my scream-that-pierced-through-the-midnight-silence-at-havelock too. how ru doing? hope all's well and good. SCHOOL'S IN, nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7uOZ1UiI/AAAAAAAAI6A/8lxw6o-iD3Y/s1600-h/CIMG4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7uOZ1UiI/AAAAAAAAI6A/8lxw6o-iD3Y/s400/CIMG4517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420710766820282914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danny ma man. you shld be danny chaplin (charlie chaplin) instead of a chapman! u're hilarious, funny, downright goofy! i mean, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo-4WeBbYI/AAAAAAAAI6g/ratMxN6Y3iE/s1600-h/CIMG4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo-4WeBbYI/AAAAAAAAI6g/ratMxN6Y3iE/s400/CIMG4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420714239318912386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really enjoyed being around you, you bring laughter everywhere you go. you made it so easy for me, the odd local out of all the exchange peeps, to hangout with you guys. u made it soo comfortable for me to mingle, and that gave me the chance to make friends with people from all over the world. and THANKS FOR INVITING ME TO THE HELIPAD PARTY, tt was quite an experience. omgosh i totally love the blinding lights and the temporary blindness WOOHOO (ok u can tell im getting quite high now) how i wish we could savour some kick ass stingray meat and la-la (the shell fish) many times more. SET UP A BBQ STINGRAY SHOP IN CANADA! i reli hope to meet up with you guys someday. for now, pls treat owen well&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you can always send me some love through him (hmm, some BROWNIES tt made you reli high wld do good ;)). haha!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. i wont tell anyone im your fake singapore gf, ha!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s neh, just wanted to try a p.s.s.s LOL&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s.s (does this even exist?) i miss your nonsense LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo9DvM6jvI/AAAAAAAAI6Y/dMNyFsvcFSk/s1600-h/CIMG4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo9DvM6jvI/AAAAAAAAI6Y/dMNyFsvcFSk/s400/CIMG4511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420712235913350898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas Parente&lt;br /&gt;the youngest kid of the lot! well i must say you are one fortunate dude. i envyyyy your sumatra trip, and am glad to know that youve been touring Asia! corp creativity was cool. i like how we communicated across the room with our silent facial gestures! the roll-eyes, winks, and smiles. chemistry, i say ;) like what i said to danny, i reli wished to be pigging out on stingrays and yummylicious chilli with you guys right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwayy im quite impressed with myself for pulling off your fake birthday trick, HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7tqLj0yI/AAAAAAAAI54/fmZq2diNy9Y/s1600-h/CIMG4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo7tqLj0yI/AAAAAAAAI54/fmZq2diNy9Y/s400/CIMG4490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420710757096739618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hi everyone, no, it's NOT my birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cmon, you had better remember the birthday surprise farhan &amp;amp; i had for you. im 200% sure that no other smu exchange student have had such an experience! :P you're a nice chap to talk to, a sincere dude, and hopefully we will have one last chance to meet in singapore before you fly back to queens. do skype me when natalie heads down to find u! ;) will miss u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo-490NroI/AAAAAAAAI6o/5KkO1rc_jBU/s1600-h/CIMG4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo-490NroI/AAAAAAAAI6o/5KkO1rc_jBU/s400/CIMG4445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420714249880972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braden hufsmith!&lt;br /&gt;thanksssss for making me feel like a part, not apart. (hey, nice words there hazel. haha!) am thankful for that session at ICB after the last corp creativity class lesson, else we probably wldnt be frens, and i`d have missed all the exciting parties and gatherings youve invited me to! a pity that our dates didnt give us a chance to have a final farewell after australia, but we did have a farewell at holland V yeah. lol. with soo many of you from canada, i shld totally make a trip down some dayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpA6E3QQFI/AAAAAAAAI64/yhkYAYELG_Y/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpA6E3QQFI/AAAAAAAAI64/yhkYAYELG_Y/s400/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420716467975897170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER BAWIEC!&lt;br /&gt;you smart ass crazy dude. you surprise, or shld i say shock, me everytime. with the crazy on-stage-hair-ripping game at starry night, to the jagerbombs tipsy dancing &amp;amp; silly kissing stunts (haha, stunts!), i declare you a HAPPENING NERD! ("happening", in singapore terms, is coooooool). you bring gags of laughter and buckets of KERAZY wherever you go, esp if there's alcohol involved. lol.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo_-DWL5BI/AAAAAAAAI6w/JZ6kLMVL5KU/s1600-h/dsc_3213jpg1258178975641-data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Szo_-DWL5BI/AAAAAAAAI6w/JZ6kLMVL5KU/s400/dsc_3213jpg1258178975641-data.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420715436776612882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really enjoy the chats we had, really. besides that crazy playful side of yours, you have this serious side that's inspiring and admirable. you hold conversations really well and your intelligence is attractive! there aint that many intelligent singaporean men with a decent level of EQ out there you knoww. i dare say you've got a rare balance of both IQ and EQ. ive learnt important lessons from you,  and have post-it(ed) these tips on my laptop. thanks for all the times, and am looking forward to see you in europe AND then back in singapore! BRING ME SKIING PLSSSS! let's go find paulina to pick wild mushrooms too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you muchies&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the awesome company :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6225044821925561335?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6225044821925561335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6225044821925561335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks.html' title='thanks :)'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SzpELVb5mOI/AAAAAAAAI7A/NF5czisr4Iw/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1960878984439399957</id><published>2009-12-25T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:46:23.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing 123</title><content type='html'>let's see if i can blog easily using the hp. Hmm. Looks ok. How abt uploading pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok photos kinda phail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1960878984439399957?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1960878984439399957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1960878984439399957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/testing-123.html' title='testing 123'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2376053228183162891</id><published>2009-12-24T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:50:54.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas?</title><content type='html'>what's the right attitude for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Jesus' birthday (happy birthday Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many Singaporeans celebrate Christmas. by "celebrate" i dont mean hording the streets of orchard and spilling into shopping malls to wipe out the discounted stocks in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean having a whole family gather around a big ass roast turkey with awesome salad and sides and other foodies. Coupled w a jolly good time of laughter, sharing, thanksgiving. after which a time of gift-giving and ferocious session of gift-unwrapping would end the day pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve this year is, boo. sister's in thailand for mission trip. brother and aunt went over to a friend's house till 11pm (and left mum reallllyyy hungry). im either napping/watching tv/ in front of the computer settling exchange stuffs or creating a mess in my room in an attempt to pack for exchange, while dad snooooozes in the nice weather/watch tv. This yr christmas eve no family time. no having dinner tgt. no watching tv tgt. everyone's doing their own stuffs. sigh. Hopefully tmr will be lined up with wholesome gd family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides giving christmas cards when i was young, i dont remember giving my parents anything for christmas. i am so fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will probably give them something they love before i fly off on 5th jan then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone&lt;br /&gt;(shikes it's 1130pm and i have no clue what to prepare for church peeps tmr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2376053228183162891?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2376053228183162891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2376053228183162891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='christmas?'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-180158332090986403</id><published>2009-12-17T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:03:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away</title><content type='html'>tanjong sutera till 20th. gotta wake up in 3.5 hours. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-180158332090986403?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/180158332090986403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/180158332090986403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/away.html' title='away'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3013378931434901864</id><published>2009-12-16T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:30:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bumble bee</title><content type='html'>my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, life's much busier after exams.&lt;br /&gt;am bogged down with so many meet ups. meet up with the angmohs who're heading back to their home countries. am very emo over this now by the way. i hate goodbyes :( meet up with singaporeans before i fly, and spending as much time i can have with family before 5th jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with meet ups come the emptying of pockets. somehow, every gathering requires food/drinks of some sort. past 12 midnight and cabbing from anywhere to boon lay will cost a bomb. ahhhh. money money money (or rather, the lack there of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fund these meet ups, i squeeze time to go work at office/start small little crash-&amp;amp;-burn biz/ make quick bucks. hope all these running around and draining of energy makes me thinner. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired (from work). and sad. why do all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEGLXt8I/AAAAAAAAI4E/tvXk0cSmXs4/s1600-h/CIMG4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEGLXt8I/AAAAAAAAI4E/tvXk0cSmXs4/s400/CIMG4510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415511552081508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have the energy to make the effort to keep in contact with this bunch of smu exchange peeps man. and hopefully we'll all meet someday somewhere to continue from where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDFI6-bnI/AAAAAAAAI4c/p9G8oTHKqIo/s1600-h/15122009541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDFI6-bnI/AAAAAAAAI4c/p9G8oTHKqIo/s400/15122009541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415511569997917810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEXyWVkI/AAAAAAAAI4M/8x9Qg1gw2bM/s1600-h/CIMG4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEXyWVkI/AAAAAAAAI4M/8x9Qg1gw2bM/s400/CIMG4497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415511556808398402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. (yeah ok i tink ive been talking abt this farewell for qt some time alr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfHKgElFwI/AAAAAAAAI4s/SiMYfVzhvlA/s1600-h/CIMG4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfHKgElFwI/AAAAAAAAI4s/SiMYfVzhvlA/s400/CIMG4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516060158072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEw-FclI/AAAAAAAAI4U/ZATsZb_qSOk/s1600-h/20112009361.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3013378931434901864?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3013378931434901864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3013378931434901864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-bumble-bee.html' title='busy bumble bee'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SyfDEGLXt8I/AAAAAAAAI4E/tvXk0cSmXs4/s72-c/CIMG4510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-9074492570083578022</id><published>2009-12-09T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:26:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip</title><content type='html'>road trip to malaysia with family&lt;br /&gt;something we havent done in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg exchange soon, in jan. there's so many things to do, so many ppl to meet, so many things to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess going malaysia is the easiest, fastest, most convenient, cheapest way to "go on a holiday" in my last few weeks here in singapore before flying to sweden huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-9074492570083578022?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9074492570083578022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9074492570083578022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-trip.html' title='road trip'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2872889183003590116</id><published>2009-12-02T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:13:49.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on food biz &amp; goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxaFigqvcYI/AAAAAAAAI3M/bcimgcCd6dc/s1600-h/26112009389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxaFigqvcYI/AAAAAAAAI3M/bcimgcCd6dc/s400/26112009389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410658830263480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a tad too busy to update on the food biz. well, new food on the menu was fried rice in egg omelette with fried chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continued the udon salad that i made on the first day. had some feedback to make the sauce more saucey (watery). i wld say 2nd days salad sauce became abit too diluted bcos of that. boo. shall continue to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say (haha!), hazie's bentos are no longer on sale since exams are now over. i wldnt have any food-sleep-rest-deprived muggers in the libraries to love/feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the feedback so far, and i sure look forward to cooking more stuffs during my exchange in sweden. CANT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of exchange, im starting to miss the current SMU exchange students. all the close ones are away in australia/vietnam or going travelling or going back home :( my, my heart aches when im typing this. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYz43I9HI/AAAAAAAAI3k/syX97X3ktpY/s1600-h/CIMG4440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYz43I9HI/AAAAAAAAI3k/syX97X3ktpY/s400/CIMG4440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102232001705074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely remember you guys, and hopefully we will still keep in touch after yall fly back to your respective countries and return to "reality" and your normal lives. hope this exchange stint has been an awesome one for u as it was for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYzG9j0MI/AAAAAAAAI3U/bFhnEQ7XSD0/s1600-h/dsc_3155jpg1258178933517-data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYzG9j0MI/AAAAAAAAI3U/bFhnEQ7XSD0/s400/dsc_3155jpg1258178933517-data.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102218606858434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i ended up hanging out with you guys on a daily basis. you guys are superbly friendly, and included me as one of your own even though im a simple normal singaporean girl. times with you guys are just full of laughters. u guys showed me what true friendship is like, even tho we only knew each other for just a short while. i really hope you guys can stay longer in singapore, and even go on these asia trips with you guys. but i guess i gotta save up for my own exchange next term too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYzXukTDI/AAAAAAAAI3c/HxNBFIPoCiA/s1600-h/13555_191262003119_513463119_2910780_5933772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgYzXukTDI/AAAAAAAAI3c/HxNBFIPoCiA/s400/13555_191262003119_513463119_2910780_5933772_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102223107378226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still have alot more to say, i guess i will be dedicating the nxt few blog entries to you guys. its 4am and im just missing all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgbD0kcfQI/AAAAAAAAI30/WZ_Cjs-QYqI/s1600-h/CIMG4466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgbD0kcfQI/AAAAAAAAI30/WZ_Cjs-QYqI/s400/CIMG4466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411104704750714114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to many years of good friendship ahead. till we meet again, someday, sometime, somewhere. im quite sure we will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgbPN3FFLI/AAAAAAAAI38/UnW8nKDjWsY/s1600-h/13363_1225056023639_1146150035_31280727_2389122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgbPN3FFLI/AAAAAAAAI38/UnW8nKDjWsY/s400/13363_1225056023639_1146150035_31280727_2389122_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411104900518319282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgY0eC6k0I/AAAAAAAAI3s/pu5PYJQ8NS0/s1600-h/CIMG4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxgY0eC6k0I/AAAAAAAAI3s/pu5PYJQ8NS0/s400/CIMG4480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411102241983206210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2872889183003590116?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2872889183003590116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2872889183003590116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-food-biz-goodbyes.html' title='Update on food biz &amp; goodbyes'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SxaFigqvcYI/AAAAAAAAI3M/bcimgcCd6dc/s72-c/26112009389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3255089462385059945</id><published>2009-11-25T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:47:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 @ food biz</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;exams are over. i have loads of time. i love my udon salad. i need money. people in sch are mugging.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dAmiCspI/AAAAAAAAI2c/_XpR8-m_Fgo/s1600/25112009385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dAmiCspI/AAAAAAAAI2c/_XpR8-m_Fgo/s400/25112009385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080992466547346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, decided to do a quick small food biz these few days. i was thinking about it at 5am (exam ORD lo! stayed up to surf youtube. im amazed at all the kinds of videos lah srsly.). before i slept, had the "eureka!" moment of selling udon salad which i first tried @ kanoe farm in japan. woke up uber early, aunt helped me buy the stuffs, experimented with the sauces, and TADAA! udon pork salad. and rushed to sch, while spamming peeps in my phonebook on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response is good. managed to sell everything. BUT the problem is, there's a limit as to how many bento boxes i can carry! =/ if only i have a car. can sell more. else it may be a waste of effort. low quantity. no economies of scale (hahahha speaking like a true blue economist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the salad! with special hazel made sauce yumz. haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dAN2MQaI/AAAAAAAAI2U/uLnnR996onA/s1600/25112009384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dAN2MQaI/AAAAAAAAI2U/uLnnR996onA/s400/25112009384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080985840173474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some happy (i hope?) customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dBEArXhI/AAAAAAAAI2k/8CbM9x6hWGs/s1600/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dBEArXhI/AAAAAAAAI2k/8CbM9x6hWGs/s400/DSCF0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081000379670034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first customer! terence! thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dBgoT6-I/AAAAAAAAI2s/RAu6_HYkAcY/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dBgoT6-I/AAAAAAAAI2s/RAu6_HYkAcY/s400/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081008062098402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;advisor? haha thx babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1eBows7aI/AAAAAAAAI28/Eteck5dgDIM/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1eBows7aI/AAAAAAAAI28/Eteck5dgDIM/s400/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408082109756403106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"your udon healed my flu!" NICE TO HEAR! mug hard kaijin! fried rice tmr ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dCLqFBSI/AAAAAAAAI20/u5sfL30MM5Y/s1600/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dCLqFBSI/AAAAAAAAI20/u5sfL30MM5Y/s400/DSCF0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081019612235042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KOK NEH! full of nonsense lah. haha. thanks for your support too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1e0GikISI/AAAAAAAAI3E/AHbaOvfrFOY/s1600/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1e0GikISI/AAAAAAAAI3E/AHbaOvfrFOY/s400/DSCF0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408082976743629090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my trusty helper! :)&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday you!&lt;br /&gt;hoped today was fun and happy hehe. (tho i was super duper drained out after the whole day of selling and shopping!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr.. omelette fried rice for the 2nd timers. and the usual pork udon salad.&lt;br /&gt;hope i can close shop asap tmr! and head to helipad with the exchange peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnz. tired day. time to concuss and wake up to cook. hoho. how fun. life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3255089462385059945?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3255089462385059945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3255089462385059945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1-food-biz.html' title='day 1 @ food biz'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sw1dAmiCspI/AAAAAAAAI2c/_XpR8-m_Fgo/s72-c/25112009385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5312381521798541158</id><published>2009-11-24T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:33:53.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet freedom?</title><content type='html'>for some reason, freedom didnt feel so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess cos prof pwnz my ass by setting for finals the same qns he set for midterms, which i didnt have a look at, cos, wad are the odds of setting the same qns man! =/ and paper ended at 7pm. i was kinda deadbeat by then. but went out for yummy soup spoon with mum and sis. it's been some time since i ate some decent non-smu food! hehhh. and we had some fun shopping arnd "the market" supermarket just now&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv--qsQfTI/AAAAAAAAI1s/A8-RiajIuRM/s1600/26112009379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv--qsQfTI/AAAAAAAAI1s/A8-RiajIuRM/s400/26112009379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696130153676082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehe. we look like the smiley face biscuit and gingerbread man dont we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_0-usCI/AAAAAAAAI2E/bp3ax9bJinE/s1600/26112009380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_0-usCI/AAAAAAAAI2E/bp3ax9bJinE/s400/26112009380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696150095376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv_Aa_HbMI/AAAAAAAAI2M/JwP8QzCEzZ4/s1600/26112009381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv_Aa_HbMI/AAAAAAAAI2M/JwP8QzCEzZ4/s400/26112009381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696160297544898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i was frowning upon this, cereal. are they suposed to be for old people? and why the brand "good friends" with 2 elderly people. one asian guy &amp;amp; one angmoh lady. (?!?) i am confuzzzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, with the rest still having 1-2 more weeks of mugging/exams, i cant enjoy the freedom with them. i shldnt appear in front of them either, they said. even if it means buying lunch for them. cos they will get super pissed off that i can shake leg while they have to slog and mug hahahahahahha. okay. i shall stay away from them and hit the gym/pool. more 'me' time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's good i guess. more time for me, more time to stay at home, more time with family. what good timing, it's my sister's birthday tmr. shall go hang out with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yoyo mingming sent a letter from UK! how sweeeeeeet. hope he's doing a-okay there&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_NwFYZI/AAAAAAAAI10/i0rPrICKmt8/s1600/24112009368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_NwFYZI/AAAAAAAAI10/i0rPrICKmt8/s400/24112009368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696139564966290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_uWqNEI/AAAAAAAAI18/FtH4VleJ2ec/s1600/24112009370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv-_uWqNEI/AAAAAAAAI18/FtH4VleJ2ec/s400/24112009370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696148316697666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still thinking about my paper i had just now. i prayyyy hard tt it will turn out awesome. i put in alot of effort for my modules this sem. partly bcos of the extra pressure from the scholarship. and i have an awesome feeling about the projects. have an okay feeling about the papers. (tho grahhhh@ the careless mistakes and mis-reading the essay qns. was asked to "enumerate" for an essay qns. enumerate means list. and that thought did come to my mind during the exam! but i got carried away writing discussion style (like what all essays are always like anyway) altho i only had to LIST. grah grah grah. i hope prof will be benovelant enough to dig marks for me from that discussion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ok. im leaving it all to God. theres nth i can do now anyway, but pray. haha! to God be the glory! (hope to bring gd news of gd results the nxt time i blog abt grades. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellloooo freeedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5312381521798541158?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5312381521798541158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5312381521798541158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-freedom.html' title='sweet freedom?'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Swv--qsQfTI/AAAAAAAAI1s/A8-RiajIuRM/s72-c/26112009379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5200302008595830380</id><published>2009-11-19T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:24:39.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the toilet bowl curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SwTIVx0SZMI/AAAAAAAAI1k/Y8-5nSohud0/s1600/stupid+US+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SwTIVx0SZMI/AAAAAAAAI1k/Y8-5nSohud0/s400/stupid+US+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405665729226892482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who've heard of the US toilet bowl curse 3 yrs ago in that toilet (above), good for you. here's, unfortunately, a sequel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hazel.ang.yingqi?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Hazel Ang Yingqi&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;it's been 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;i still have the toilet bowl overflooding curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="KB1uP" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="feedback_params" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;2&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;199153331400&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_owner&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;576581400&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;576581400&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_owner_name&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;Leo Sue-Faye&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;item_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1049393689&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;100&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;566036159&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;bfa5def89d20c4f5&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;num_comments&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;2&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_data&amp;quot;:[]}" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="d9e37bb3594c1e07d218813e45204238" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=199153331400&amp;amp;id=576581400&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:13:22 -0800"&gt;för 10 minuter sedan&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; · &lt;label class="comment_link" onclick="return fc_expand(this);" title="Klicka här för att kommentera"&gt;Kommentera&lt;/label&gt; · &lt;button class="like_link stat_elem as_link" title="Klicka här om du vill ange att du gillar det här objektet" type="submit" name="like" onclick="fc_expand(this, false); return true;"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Gilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="saving_message"&gt;Ogilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; · &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/walltowall.php?id=566036159&amp;amp;banter_id=576581400&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Visa konversation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1049393689_199153331400_7370637"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/leo.suefaye" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Leo Sue-Faye"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/profile6/1233/49/q576581400_212.jpg" alt="Leo Sue-Faye" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/leo.suefaye" class="comment_author"&gt;Leo Sue-Faye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b04c71f8f8b95299713349" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;HAHAHA what happened this time??? i mean, the details... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:14:04 -0800"&gt;för 10 minuter sedan&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hazel.ang.yingqi" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Hazel Ang Yingqi"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v230/1022/54/q566036159_8177.jpg" alt="Hazel Ang Yingqi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hazel.ang.yingqi" class="comment_author"&gt;Hazel Ang Yingqi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b04c71f9043b2277064469" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed"&gt;less horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;was in sch library toilet. the toilet bowl was full of toilet paper, i assumed it was from the prev user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i intended to flushed it down first.&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the water kept rising, and rising and rising (and the horrifying flashback of the US motel toiletbowl came to my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instinctively, with my eyes still fixed on the rising water, i unlocked the door, and backtracked out fast enough before it became a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought "i NEED to tell sf and ziing. sambaguita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5200302008595830380?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5200302008595830380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5200302008595830380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/toilet-bowl-curse.html' title='the toilet bowl curse'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SwTIVx0SZMI/AAAAAAAAI1k/Y8-5nSohud0/s72-c/stupid+US+toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-7456173671724753197</id><published>2009-11-19T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:06:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the date is jan 5, 2010</title><content type='html'>thought these lyrics make a whole lot of relevant sense, parts of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come jan5 i will be starting a new adventure, where we'll be worlds apart from ppl on sunny island, but thankfully, closer to some of my peeps (having exchange in smu now) whom ive grown to love so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im gone, we will sleep at different times. one turn and your day would become my night. nevertheless, it's the same air we breathe. whenever i miss yall, i`ll just look to the sky and give thanks that we're all under the same sky, breathing the same air (ok, aint gonna input all those stuffs abt the ailing earth from the eco-frenly-side of yingqi/hazel), and just smile.. just smile at the thought of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remember me! keep me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be mugging for my exams now, but i just CANT WAIT for exchange. hoho. looking forward to this awesome chapter ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to break this day-dreaming mode, but it's back to books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our arms were reaching out&lt;br /&gt;If our words could only bridge the doubt&lt;br /&gt;Will we lose this chance again?&lt;br /&gt;Strange roads with different signs&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know where we divide&lt;br /&gt;Are you my enemy or my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world sleeps at different times&lt;br /&gt;With one turn your day is now my night&lt;br /&gt;We all live sharing the air that we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same sun rising&lt;br /&gt;We all just look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;If we try&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;How can we be fighting&lt;br /&gt;We're all connected it's true&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out&lt;br /&gt;It's only love that pulls us through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-7456173671724753197?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7456173671724753197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7456173671724753197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/date-is-jan-5-2010.html' title='the date is jan 5, 2010'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8050371508202798181</id><published>2009-11-10T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:48:27.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah sun, you are awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvhcpIkYUHI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/cKO07DAqSxE/s1600-h/ah+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvhcpIkYUHI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/cKO07DAqSxE/s400/ah+sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402169614775373938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i thought shaving my head for children's cancer foundation was one helluva deal. i thought my thirst for extreme sports or challenges (like eating bugs) was something awesome and wow and omgosh-she-is-so-gungho-and-crazy-and-brave-i-salute-her. i thought i am one of the most garang friend you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until i stumbled into ah sun's travel log, it left me in awe, left me really really proud of him. left me tearing for joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sun, this nice honest chap whom i met last year as a project mate. someone who always asks me to smile. someone who did an AWESOME powerpoint slides that left the prof and the class in awe. his pleasant character, well mannered nature, commitment to project work really impressed me. but his courage and beliefs and take on life impressed me further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/travellogbyland/home"&gt;https://sites.google.com/site/travellogbyland/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-8D8KQxI/AAAAAAAAI1A/oO3f2dKJncs/s1600-h/ahsun+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-8D8KQxI/AAAAAAAAI1A/oO3f2dKJncs/s400/ahsun+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699904555041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7ry4lXI/AAAAAAAAI0w/-Lpky1DGvVw/s1600-h/ahsun+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7ry4lXI/AAAAAAAAI0w/-Lpky1DGvVw/s400/ahsun+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699898073683314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to share his experience with you, whoever is reading this. he rode on a motorbike from india to russia. wow. that's not it. it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; the ride. it's the faith in going the path less travelled (or rather, NEVER travelled). it's the trust he placed on strangers. it's the love he received from strangers. i dont know how to put these in words, but let me try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7Po37zI/AAAAAAAAI0g/PzWRO08MInk/s1600-h/ahsun+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7Po37zI/AAAAAAAAI0g/PzWRO08MInk/s400/ahsun+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699890515504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the mental struggle he had to go through on the roads. hot humid weather. cold wet nights. long distances without company, except for some dead animals along the way. this once in a lifetime (no wait, for him, i wouldnt be surprised if it becomes a thrice in a lifetime) experience is probably the greatest and most valuable lesson he will ever learn, a lesson far more valuable than what is taught in our education systems. a lesson so real it blows my mind away while i read his travel log. through his simple one-liner entries, i seem to be able to feel what he felt. altho i only experience/feel a fraction of his thoughts and emotions, i already found it hard to bear. the lonely trips, the problems with travelling on the go, the issues of lack of food shelter love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7392CGI/AAAAAAAAI04/KBg3LHAp1qM/s1600-h/ahsun+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7392CGI/AAAAAAAAI04/KBg3LHAp1qM/s400/ahsun+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699901340878946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then again, on the flip side, ah sun managed to find true kindness, true love and concern. he overcame obstacles and gained courage. he overcame the weather and grew stronger. he overcame money (or the lack there of) and found value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7QMuxQI/AAAAAAAAI0o/RHs14hR0tjk/s1600-h/ahsun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Svo-7QMuxQI/AAAAAAAAI0o/RHs14hR0tjk/s400/ahsun+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699890665899266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;motorbiking across countries, he got exposed to different kinds of people, and different stages of development. in some places he was welcomed by strangers, more so in less developed countries. at other countries, he ended up sleeping in the parks as no doors opened for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpBx-oilXI/AAAAAAAAI1I/zwZZHk8VL4I/s1600-h/ahsun+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpBx-oilXI/AAAAAAAAI1I/zwZZHk8VL4I/s400/ahsun+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402703029866763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpByC_VJlI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/KN_gCe-fV-0/s1600-h/ahsun+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpByC_VJlI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/KN_gCe-fV-0/s400/ahsun+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402703031036094034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i shall not spoil his experience by typing them here. you shld read the travel blog yourself &lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/travellogbyland/home"&gt;https://sites.google.com/site/travellogbyland/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpByraOdfI/AAAAAAAAI1Y/lBVBSMJfmd8/s1600-h/ahsun+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvpByraOdfI/AAAAAAAAI1Y/lBVBSMJfmd8/s400/ahsun+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402703041886320114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but wished that i was a guy. my parents will never allow me to go on such an adventure, since i am a feeeemale. besides, i dont think i would achieve the same effect as ah sun -- a girl travelling alone is just too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so envious. but i must say im super duper proud of you ah sun. this looooooong road trip must have been physically and mentally challenging. i would say it's tougher than army, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite having this freedom to do whatever you want, im glad the Lord kept you safe in your habits, ways, and thoughts. despite the road accidents and long hours of travelling, i give thanks that the Lord kept you in one piece!, unscathed. in a world full of strangers, i thank God that he provided and loved and cared for you! oh man, if only you brought me along. haha! (what am i doing in smu. grah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is what you make out of it.&lt;br /&gt;go, have your adventure&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvhmbKDlVWI/AAAAAAAAI0Y/PIJYuENZ9SA/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvhmbKDlVWI/AAAAAAAAI0Y/PIJYuENZ9SA/s400/DSC01677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402180369772795234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(hehe. the only photo i have of you. making a call under the table in the middle of class!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8050371508202798181?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8050371508202798181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8050371508202798181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-sun-you-are-awesome.html' title='ah sun, you are awesome'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SvhcpIkYUHI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/cKO07DAqSxE/s72-c/ah+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2682237300476162556</id><published>2009-11-07T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:43:34.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD&lt;br /&gt;JACYLN IS FLYING BACK NXT SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH IM SO HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;(i was jus smsing vanny about how im missing you enmin hannah. and TADAA I SEE YOUR FACEBK MAIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how happy i am. im gonna hug you til u cant breathe! PROMISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2682237300476162556?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2682237300476162556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2682237300476162556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/wooo.html' title='WOOO!'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1695332245797866971</id><published>2009-11-04T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:03:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>volunteer leadership</title><content type='html'>my. came to sch at 9am for what i thought was a 15-30min max prof consultation that ended up lasting 2 hrs. omgosh. long enough to count it as a lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on a totally different note, i realise sth about leaders today. i realised that in situations where someone (from a collective group of people) needs to volunteer to be a leader, and the end result (say project or event) will have a direct impact on the persons grades/income/pay, the person who is least likely contributor will want to volunteer to be the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in plainer terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a group project, the one that MIA or does $hit will volunteer to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i am not talking about my project group mates! so dont worry. if you think it's you, it certainly isnt =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1695332245797866971?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1695332245797866971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1695332245797866971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/11/volunteer-leadership.html' title='volunteer leadership'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6959313212712798083</id><published>2009-10-25T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:55:27.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tightgang</title><content type='html'>i realised i havent done my clique justice by a lack of air time for them on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the nao hias that go thru SMU with me since end of year 1.. or start of yr 2.. sth like tt. lol. when life sucks so bad, they're there to cheer me up. when they're bad boys, they receive NO MERCY from me. but yeah, we've had some awesome times tgt, in singapore, in thailand, and hopefully more places to come (europe! exchange). [they dont usually look that geeky. we were at teresa's geek party hoho]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SuRvOhXSJ7I/AAAAAAAAIzw/KbxvF3uxwvA/s1600-h/CIMG4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SuRvOhXSJ7I/AAAAAAAAIzw/KbxvF3uxwvA/s400/CIMG4149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396560548761577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derrick hazel kuoping lingfong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i really thank God for them. im missing their company this term though! we meet up daily to mug. but once exams are over and focus is directed back to projects, we dont meet anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's a blessing tt my timetable is somewhat o-k-a-y. not VERY busy. and so i have some spare time to chill and take breathers. but it aint good when i have nobody to chill with! everyone's busy, especially these few weeks aka hell weeks. boo. sianzxzxxzxzzzzxzxxx. cant wait for this term to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SuRu36iC2TI/AAAAAAAAIzo/gSYqID6JUww/s1600-h/ricks+masterpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SuRu36iC2TI/AAAAAAAAIzo/gSYqID6JUww/s400/ricks+masterpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396560160380606770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boliao rick's masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;funny how we still look good after swapping bodies HAHAHAHA. not for rick tho. he's too thin for my fat body haha. and my, i look good, suddenly so tall and slim and handsome lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i guess im usually the only girl in the clique/gang.. for JC, smu, and sometimes church. well i had a girl gang in smu in yr1 but we kinda dispersed after one term together. and the girls in church grew out of "Stardust" alrdy (oh man miss those times). besides, every one of us is scattered over the globe/singapore. i really yearn for some female company. i really do. too much testosterone around me is making me more tomboyish than i already am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6959313212712798083?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6959313212712798083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6959313212712798083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/10/tightgang.html' title='tightgang'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SuRvOhXSJ7I/AAAAAAAAIzw/KbxvF3uxwvA/s72-c/CIMG4149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3968641835312817195</id><published>2009-10-21T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:23:51.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny quotes from english essays</title><content type='html'>it's SLACK AWAY DAY today! (can reward myself for 1 day since the midterms are overrrr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surfing facebook and saw this. pretty funnnyyy, my favourites  #4 and #23 lol--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was&lt;br /&gt;room-temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p. M. Instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p. M. Traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 P.M. At a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3968641835312817195?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3968641835312817195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3968641835312817195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-quotes-from-english-essays.html' title='funny quotes from english essays'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6824969811372070636</id><published>2009-10-17T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:09:57.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak.</title><content type='html'>i cldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and all i wanted is some online entertainment&lt;br /&gt;a mistake to open my email, srsly. fatal. bad bad bad&lt;br /&gt;they emailed me more $hit news tt i dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;[edit] no worries. nth tt will kill me. just come cumbersome admin work [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6824969811372070636?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6824969811372070636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6824969811372070636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/10/freak.html' title='freak.'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-533011163643668140</id><published>2009-10-15T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:44:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was boasting about God's providence with the S PRING scholarship. but s pring just slapped me with a bunch of worries, right in the middle of hell wk with projects and exams. they aint paying for my exchange anymore, since i didnt meet their minimum GPA of 3.5 for overseas exchange sponsorship. so tt's like a sudden liability of at least 10+k. omgee. and no time to travel arnd after that, cos i gotta return to do my summer internship with them. ohmysigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just deleted a whole chunk of thoughts. i never know who's eyeing my blog. dun wanna end up being quoted for sth detrimental to my standing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you got me in, You'll help me STAY in, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-533011163643668140?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/533011163643668140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/533011163643668140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/10/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2696566791511838952</id><published>2009-09-30T00:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:27:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God provides</title><content type='html'>And I would give the world to tell your story&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you've called me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've called me&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself for good within your promise&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I won't hide it&lt;br /&gt;- To The Ends Of The Earth by Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this song prompted me to blog. i wont hide it. i wont hide His love and providence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time back, towards the end of my 2nd yr in SMU, S pring S ingapore's E xecutive D evelopment S cholarship caught my eye and i decided to apply for it. (yes, fancy applying for a scholarship in yr2). through a thorough interview process, backed by more thorough prayers from my church's prayer army , God provided me with the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to blog about the scholarship cos i didnt want to seem like i am boasting. but now, i want to boast, boast about His love and providence for me and my family. I am glad that my friends saw me through the process and witnessed how real God is. I am not sure how far this testimony will reach; aint sure who reads my blog anyway, But i hope this serves as an encouragement for you. There is a real God out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SsJEnUCvaqI/AAAAAAAAIzY/RG2YllFmmWg/s1600-h/18Aug09_SPRING_EDS_FullPage_Ad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SsJEnUCvaqI/AAAAAAAAIzY/RG2YllFmmWg/s400/18Aug09_SPRING_EDS_FullPage_Ad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943546474326690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the full page ad on straits times. i received several funny smses that morning. "WAH YOU SCHOLAR?!?! IF YOU SPRING SCHOLAR DEN I CAN BE PRESIDENT SCHOLAR ALRDY!" well, i guess you can ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the scholarship at the end of my 2nd yr of uni. there are also fellow scholars who got it at their final year. If a scholarship with S PRING is what you are looking for, there's no harm trying. I would say this scholarship is different from others in many ways. It is created specially for the business-minded, for entrepreneurs, for those who are daring enough to make their mark on their own. through this scholarship, im integrated into a network of business savvy people whom i believe are my partners and resources in the future. s pring s ingapore is also very supportive in providing the ingredients we need to aid us in becoming our own boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing to see how God's plans unfold. even when i doubted, he gave in to me. day by day i feel His increasing love and presence. at times when i thought He wouldnt care (say for a minor issue of disappearing project mates who hardly contribute), He will make my minor troubles His major tasks and dive in to gaotim for me when the time is right. awesome aye? it's just unbelievable. For those of you who cant seem to feel God, or feel that He isnt responding to your prayers, be patient. He may not give you what you wanted, but he will give what's best for you, at His timing. His grace is bountiful. You just have to wait for it. At the end of it all, you will realise that He's always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for those who are interested to know what the E DS scholarship is all about, applications are now open! (and closes on 31oct09)  you can email me at angyingqi@hotmail.com for more details.. i can forward you the emailer and provide you with more info about the interview period etc. else, &lt;a href="http://www.spring.gov.sg/Content/WebPageLeft.aspx?id=11a7cb08-432d-4fd7-826a-5318aa029025"&gt;click here to find out more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SsJHKIy2QRI/AAAAAAAAIzg/gXQoFEp6fNs/s1600-h/photoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SsJHKIy2QRI/AAAAAAAAIzg/gXQoFEp6fNs/s400/photoshoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386946343773552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in all things, give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;have a great week ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2696566791511838952?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2696566791511838952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2696566791511838952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-provides.html' title='God provides'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SsJEnUCvaqI/AAAAAAAAIzY/RG2YllFmmWg/s72-c/18Aug09_SPRING_EDS_FullPage_Ad.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2443170450581648205</id><published>2009-09-27T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:27:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sr9z6SWHMeI/AAAAAAAAIzQ/tj7Z2qknqps/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sr9z6SWHMeI/AAAAAAAAIzQ/tj7Z2qknqps/s400/DSC01383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386151124552593890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know ive been MIA for pretty long. just wanna say LIFE'S BEEN AWESOME. theres this caption contest in the newspapers a year back. and here's my entry. too bad i didnt submit. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2443170450581648205?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2443170450581648205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2443170450581648205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sr9z6SWHMeI/AAAAAAAAIzQ/tj7Z2qknqps/s72-c/DSC01383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6123039404572904273</id><published>2009-08-22T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:47:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGxxmm</title><content type='html'>hahaha i nv knew smu wld CLOSE my inbox cos its too full!&lt;br /&gt;time for spring cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/So-EkxWjdKI/AAAAAAAAIzA/kBDdVsvcz-8/s1600-h/closed+smu+inbox.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/So-EkxWjdKI/AAAAAAAAIzA/kBDdVsvcz-8/s400/closed+smu+inbox.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372658647734383778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6123039404572904273?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6123039404572904273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6123039404572904273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/08/ggxxmm.html' title='GGxxmm'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/So-EkxWjdKI/AAAAAAAAIzA/kBDdVsvcz-8/s72-c/closed+smu+inbox.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4344535891064394056</id><published>2009-08-21T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:56:46.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous entry follow up</title><content type='html'>well after alot of thinking and talking to a fren, i realised tt the distancing method is downright silly and uncalled for. yea i guess it's a way of protecting myself. but i figured it's in the expense of a beautiful relationship with my frens and loved ones. instead of distancing myself from them to make good-byes easier, i shld be cherishing what little time i have left with them so that they can leave with these good memories, and return (if they ever) knowing that we are still there to revive the good times tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consequentially, i have decided to tighten my criteria in time management.. i guess tt calls for less social gatherings (tho i must say networking is important to an entrepreneur), less no-agenda hangouts, more time for just close frens, family, myself, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i start to MIA from gatherings yah. u know what i am like, someone who wants to go for every invitation and hates it when events clash. it's tough for me to say 'no' to meet ups, but i guess tt's what i need to do from now. time is limited. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how long this plan works. hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4344535891064394056?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4344535891064394056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4344535891064394056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/08/previous-entry-follow-up.html' title='previous entry follow up'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-7328312387148835958</id><published>2009-08-14T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:43:06.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper emo.</title><content type='html'>farewells are part and parcel of life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this nasty way of dealing with farewells, esp those who mean alot to me. i distant myself from them. ive been using this "method" since i dont know, sec3? yeah to you it probably doesnt make sense. aint i supposed to treasure what little time i have left with those who are leaving, instead of trying to distant myself from them and fade away into the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's my way of making goodbyes easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some have left. some are going to leave. really really soon. oh boy. i have never felt so dead-heartbeatless-emo in a long time. i was breathing super heavily in some hyperventilation manner just now, and now i have to make the effort to remember to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the irony of it all, i am probably heading overseas for my own exchange in january 2010 too. a second round of long farewells. sadly, i wont be able to see those who're coming back fr their exchange since im leaving the time they get back. sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say facebook, msn, skype will keep us tgt. but neh we all know it's different. there wont be stayovers, picnics, talks over coffee, lunches, shopping trips, etc. i cant do long distance relationship or closefrenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever thought that i was giving you the cold shoulder, if you ever felt that i was suddenly so busy with my own stuffs i neglected u, if you ever had a realization that i stopped my usual smses/msn-hellos/calls/meet ups, you probably mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] yeah i updated my fb status to "i have never felt so dead-heartbeatless-emo in a long time. why is everybody leaving SG?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sincerely thank those who came to talk to me. amongst all these goodbyes, i still feel loved. thanks. it's funny how such stuffs bring us tgt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-7328312387148835958?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7328312387148835958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7328312387148835958'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7224088042839337885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7224088042839337885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/07/wacht-tihs-sapce.html' title='wacht tihs sapce'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-206443558775514356</id><published>2009-05-27T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:53:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from KL</title><content type='html'>im back from KL mission trip. it was truly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the time to blog abt it yet. so heres the link to the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://yagers4christ.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-206443558775514356?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/206443558775514356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/206443558775514356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-from-kl.html' title='back from KL'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5223804984321296617</id><published>2009-05-20T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:14:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things to do before you die, Part3</title><content type='html'>well, sista needs to return the book alr. so i gotta pick and choose em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#21 be a human guinea pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know of frens who go for such things, and get paid. they get balloons stuffed up their arse (hahah) or simply fake sick as a patient for the student doctors to diagnose. so far ive only gone for paid surveys hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#22 go up in an hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink this will be rather breath-taking. looking forward!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoIHG4EQI/AAAAAAAAIls/LugHZO_xRWk/s1600-h/hotairballoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoIHG4EQI/AAAAAAAAIls/LugHZO_xRWk/s400/hotairballoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337583734431944962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#23 Get arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. sounds exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#26 Bungee jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this used to be the MUST-DO. but neh, im skipping this for #28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#28 sky dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#32 see the aurora borealis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLnezRuZDI/AAAAAAAAIlk/qyYX-PtYNzU/s1600-h/auroraborealis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLnezRuZDI/AAAAAAAAIlk/qyYX-PtYNzU/s400/auroraborealis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337583024734102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see this i wanna see this I REALLY WANNA SEE THIS&lt;br /&gt;future husband, pls note. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#34 design ur own cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u heard of cocktails called orgasm/ urine samples?&lt;br /&gt;imagine "BARTENDER, GIVE ME AN ORGASM"&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#37 make fire without matches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to try when u're bored doing camps in the jungle hoho. but yeah i wanna try tt someday. somewhere OUTTA home. there're years of books and notes in my house! nt a good friend of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#45 do a runner from a fancy restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditch the bill? sounds EGGXITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#53 complete a coast to coast road trip across america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, will do, when the recession and swine flus tide over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#54 make at least one huge purchase you can't afford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tts sth i cant afford to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#66 be part of a flash mob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, sounds like sth i`d do, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#68 save someone's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. tt wld be pretty cool. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#83 skinny dip at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if only i had my own pool. i wldnt mind! throw in some floats and drinks/fruits. awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#86 run a marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is achievable. question is HOW LONG WILL I TAKE?! muahaha. but yea, gotta run at least one before i grow old and unfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#96 be an extra in a film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calefair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#97 live out of a van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I WANNA! I WANNA! caravan? road trips and traveling around are awesome, esp with good company. camping woooooooooo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoiTKKD7I/AAAAAAAAIl8/uRICY220E9o/s1600-h/camping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoiTKKD7I/AAAAAAAAIl8/uRICY220E9o/s400/camping2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337584184343531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check this out. tree-tent camping! i wonder how isit like there&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoh7eJe8I/AAAAAAAAIl0/ln0b0UTzAZg/s1600-h/treetents-camping-tent-by-dre-wapenaar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoh7eJe8I/AAAAAAAAIl0/ln0b0UTzAZg/s400/treetents-camping-tent-by-dre-wapenaar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337584177984928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5223804984321296617?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5223804984321296617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5223804984321296617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-things-to-do-before-you-die-part3.html' title='101 things to do before you die, Part3'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShLoIHG4EQI/AAAAAAAAIls/LugHZO_xRWk/s72-c/hotairballoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8907662397436416843</id><published>2009-05-19T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:33:09.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things to do before you die, Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11 chase a tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, neh, dun tink i`ll get to do this. watching a show on this, mayb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#12 get a piece of art into an exihibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah done, when i was uber young. anything that is ugly=abstract. anything abstract = art. work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#13 meet someone with your own name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, theres another Hazel in smu.&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, hazel aint my official name. so, emails meant for me get sent to a long list of hazels before it gets forwarded to ANG YINGQI, my official name. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical forwarded email will go like this:&lt;br /&gt;hazel 1 forwards to hazel2 : hey guys, u all got the wrong hazel. ive cc-ed the correct hazel.&lt;br /&gt;hazel 2 replies to all: nope, i am not the correct hazel you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a hazel somewhere: ah, its tt ang yingqi who has hazel as her alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#14 ride the world's biggest roller coasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im usually not afraid of roller coasters. why didnt i try that one at las vegas!!!! did i chicken out or was it too ex? hmm cant remember. are there roller coasters that have carriages flying off tracks, into midair, and back on track again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#15 stage five or crowd surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i jump, all die a roti prata's death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGn112cFEI/AAAAAAAAIlM/lfpuT-1F9As/s1600-h/Nude+Crowd+Surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGn112cFEI/AAAAAAAAIlM/lfpuT-1F9As/s400/Nude+Crowd+Surfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231576841065538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;google imaged "crowd surf" and wohoho, heres nude crowd surfing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGn2FZ1d4I/AAAAAAAAIlU/XhKChKCV5TU/s1600-h/crowdsurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGn2FZ1d4I/AAAAAAAAIlU/XhKChKCV5TU/s400/crowdsurf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231581016061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she looks rather stable&lt;br /&gt;and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#16 get into the guiness book of records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#17 own a pointless collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*looks arnd*. dang, i collect bags and i dont use them. geez tts where all the money's gone to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#18 study the kama sutra and put theory into practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGo_lJezHI/AAAAAAAAIlc/8HhDEsA0wOY/s1600-h/twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGo_lJezHI/AAAAAAAAIlc/8HhDEsA0wOY/s400/twister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337232843667852402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm? what is kama sutra? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#19 master poker and win big in a casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm only played once at david's place. nv really made it big tho. aint reli interested either.&lt;br /&gt;love the song pokerface instead! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#20 Get backstage and get off with a Rock god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely no chance in singapore. during exchange perhaps. hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8907662397436416843?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8907662397436416843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8907662397436416843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-things-to-do-before-you-die-part2.html' title='101 things to do before you die, Part2'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ShGn112cFEI/AAAAAAAAIlM/lfpuT-1F9As/s72-c/Nude+Crowd+Surfing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1542654295781655470</id><published>2009-05-18T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:28:12.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i woke up</title><content type='html'>it was early sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;my lil bro was trying to wake me up, and i shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "SPELL IT OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;bro: "spell what?!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "SPELL OUT THE FIRST SENTENCE LAH"&lt;br /&gt;*giggles gigles* sis, bro, aunt were laughing and disturbing me in my semi-conscious state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: "what first sentence???"&lt;br /&gt;me: "OK JUS SPELL HALF THE SENTENCE"&lt;br /&gt;bro: giggle gigle giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a groggy-coming-to-my-senses state,&lt;br /&gt;me:"shut up i want to sleep, stop disturbing meee"&lt;br /&gt;bro: "s-h-u-t-u-p? i spell already"&lt;br /&gt;*roars of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a clown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1542654295781655470?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1542654295781655470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1542654295781655470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-woke-up.html' title='i woke up'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6243457876760307021</id><published>2009-05-15T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:35:14.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things to do before you die</title><content type='html'>my sista got this book "101 things to do before you die" from her sch library. some of the tasks are pretty interesting and do-able. others are simply hilarious. let's see the first 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1: write a best-seller (ask ur family &amp;amp; frens to buy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ur book, this way u can push urself up the best-seller list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. the only thing im gonna write is probably this blog and some personal diaries. wonder who reads my blog anyway (do drop me a tag on the tag board if you dont mind! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 swim with sharks/whales/dolphins/ tropical fish (be wary of piranha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DO THIS! either scuba with nurse sharks in florida / swim with whale sharks in mexico!&lt;br /&gt;dolphins.. hmm. sentosa? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 win an award, trophy, prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxS94-LmYI/AAAAAAAAIlE/62dsyVJyMgs/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxS94-LmYI/AAAAAAAAIlE/62dsyVJyMgs/s400/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335730881745885570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks above study table* hmm, all of them are from art competitions (yes, i am an artist. hahahha), one for bowling during RGS days, altho i mostly contributed to drain-throws.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for TEAM games. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;stopped gettin trophies ever since sec sch. hmmph&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 catch a fish with your bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that. i scooped my 1-day-old dead goldfish from the plastic bag when i was 6? HOHO&lt;br /&gt;hmm, caught prawn with bare hands. from the prawning pond's (errrr) filter system where prawns were trapped hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 make a discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to discover the loch ness.&lt;br /&gt;but i discovered that&lt;br /&gt;a moment (of food) on the lips  = a lifetime on the hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6 throw a house party when your parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s are out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are close to me, parents or not, you know my house is out of bounds. it's too messy haha. (then again, only REALLY close ones get to come, be honoured if u ever planted ur foot in my abode! haha. and yeah you know wad i mean when i say MESSY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7 be part of a threesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! no thankss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8 Realize your childhood dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young, i always hoped for a korkorbeh at home (u know, those machines where u slot in 20cent coins for some music and a ride on the horse/car/motorbike/animal) i doubt i`ll ever get to realize that =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 Learn that instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna do GUITAR &amp;amp; DRUMS&lt;br /&gt;self learnt some guit chords the other time.. but i kinda stopped learning alr. dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10 leave your mark in Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: we didnt spray paint. left our mark with a pathethic broken pencil, took some photos, and smudged them off! so, pls dont fine/jail me. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRngmbc7I/AAAAAAAAIkk/ukrMqaASLjw/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRngmbc7I/AAAAAAAAIkk/ukrMqaASLjw/s400/IMG_4094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729397735060402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRnss0HdI/AAAAAAAAIks/5bDKsMCjs7M/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRnss0HdI/AAAAAAAAIks/5bDKsMCjs7M/s400/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729400983068114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRn8kD6JI/AAAAAAAAIk8/4H3TDYchTYM/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRn8kD6JI/AAAAAAAAIk8/4H3TDYchTYM/s400/IMG_4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729405241321618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai's best friend - mr Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRn3ggoAI/AAAAAAAAIk0/VtfaH_oJyGI/s1600-h/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxRn3ggoAI/AAAAAAAAIk0/VtfaH_oJyGI/s400/IMG_4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729403884249090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woah, din realise the smaller words read "kinda was Hazel" until now! went back to Haji lane recently. the wall has a new coat of paint alr. boo&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ai i miss u! come back to Singapore quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to snooze. tune in for #11-#101 hoho&lt;br /&gt;watch this space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6243457876760307021?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6243457876760307021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6243457876760307021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-things-to-do-before-you-die.html' title='101 things to do before you die'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SgxS94-LmYI/AAAAAAAAIlE/62dsyVJyMgs/s72-c/DSC01844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-9211201732076094997</id><published>2009-05-12T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:37:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord</title><content type='html'>i really wanna thank God for seeing me through the arduous journey of interviews&lt;br /&gt;the grace and mercy he's showered me with&lt;br /&gt;and his provision to see me through university and a job after i graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this journey has shown me those who cared for me, who prayed for me, who were anxious with me, and who were happy for me, with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL I FEEL SO LOVED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-9211201732076094997?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9211201732076094997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9211201732076094997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-9144897993909730665</id><published>2009-05-05T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:20:56.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awayyy</title><content type='html'>altho internship is fun, i go home drained everyday. im glad i chose a 4yr course in smu instead of a 3yr one in ntu! schooling definitely gives me more free time and flexibility. after work, i only have sufficient time to shower, dinner, do ONE activity, and it's time to go to bed. boo. and it's so hard to meet up with friends.. my close fren's are all scattered over the island for internship. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i got to make new frens at YEP. they're  fun bunch to be with. 1st wk into internship and we had sakura buffet during lunchtime as a farewell for jasmine,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8qu4IS5SI/AAAAAAAAIj8/ExQgXXrq73I/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8qu4IS5SI/AAAAAAAAIj8/ExQgXXrq73I/s400/DSC01759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027468659483938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had a surprise for bday girl, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8quU_zfFI/AAAAAAAAIjk/dUrBkhVoBRY/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8quU_zfFI/AAAAAAAAIjk/dUrBkhVoBRY/s400/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027459228630098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;being in the heart of town (opposite cineleisure) we cld go shopping if we finished lunch early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8qux0Ip_I/AAAAAAAAIj0/GRlsqED9whQ/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8qux0Ip_I/AAAAAAAAIj0/GRlsqED9whQ/s400/DSC01753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027466964314098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;megaloud shiny big ass headphones in HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohh by the way HMV sells really CUTE tshirts now. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dig&lt;/span&gt; the domokun one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8quoLjuAI/AAAAAAAAIjs/ALDR2ceBfRU/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8quoLjuAI/AAAAAAAAIjs/ALDR2ceBfRU/s400/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027464378202114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying the people there are crazy is an understatement. while one of our colleagues was way on a holiday (or honeymoon ah?), they gave her a taste of her own medicine (like how she punked others previously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8rV1NWTNI/AAAAAAAAIkM/FVaSIu7_ovw/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8rV1NWTNI/AAAAAAAAIkM/FVaSIu7_ovw/s400/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332028137890270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8rWIbQrHI/AAAAAAAAIkU/72JadqQ_sMc/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8rWIbQrHI/AAAAAAAAIkU/72JadqQ_sMc/s400/DSC01762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332028143048895602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yesterday was strange. i was looking at excel and numbers and punching calculators until i felt like vomiting. i HAD to go out for some fresh air. mind u, it was only ONE task i was working on (grah. pardon my lack of clarity. i signed some secrecacy thingum). and suddenly, i morphed into some laughing gas mode towards the end of the day. stayed back after knock-off hours to catch up on my newspaper readings (wow), and then whoever's left in office just started laughing with/at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my point of this post. i`ll be away on a YEP retreat from today til tmr (tues-wed). but im still contactable thru my hp! hope it's gonna be a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being so scatterbrainish and disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go off, let me share sth ive been reminding myelf this week:&lt;br /&gt;1) be slow at anger&lt;br /&gt;2) show more LOVE&lt;br /&gt;3) spend more time at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me a happier person! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-9144897993909730665?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9144897993909730665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9144897993909730665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/05/awayyy.html' title='awayyy'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/Sf8qu4IS5SI/AAAAAAAAIj8/ExQgXXrq73I/s72-c/DSC01759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-720716092342780001</id><published>2009-04-27T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:19:02.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internship Day1</title><content type='html'>and so, i am interning at YEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrary to what i expected, this internship is actually quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no formal wear (wheeeeee), supervisor on leave til nxt week (heehee), tasks arent very demanding, and funny fellow interns/colleagues to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best, it's opposite cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this but, im turning in early so that i can reach work early tmr. whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-720716092342780001?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/720716092342780001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/720716092342780001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/04/internship-day1.html' title='internship Day1'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5932578747610147526</id><published>2009-04-26T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:40:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im good</title><content type='html'>yep. feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;took time to go to cafe, lim kopi, and read some books. was reading "tuesdays with morrie" and "one more day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how these books are both talking about life, death, family, children, parents, friends, love ones. about people close to your heart. they seem to be talking to me. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had strong feelings about death before. about how i thought i was gonna die on my previous scuba diving trip during 7th month ghost festival, cos my dad had some dream, and some bad feeling about me going for the trip at that timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had thoughts yesterday about the least painful way to die. is cutting your wrist painful? how about gas-poisoning.. pills? to think i used to joke about coating a slice of nice choco cake with cyanide on one side and morphine on the other, to numb the cyanide pain. but i wondered where i cld get cyanide and morphine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i wanted to minimize the hurt, ie dont want my immediate family to see me go, why not use up all our money on the best holiday of our lives and i`ll finish us by doing the honour of gasing the whole house after that. of course i`ll ask my auntie to fly back to philippines first, wont take her along with us. (i told her this plan of mine. hur) that way, we do not have to tolerate anymore potential domestic quarrels, do not have to care about how much we're spending, no more exams and work stress (yay), and have the time of our lives before we say goodbye to our earthly lives. perfect huh. i did have second thoughts abt that tho. i feel bad depriving my little bro and sister of more experiences in life. i always say how i am ready to die now, considering how colorful my life already is (only short of sky-diving experience. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hindsight, it isnt the first time im thinking of suicide/death. i think it's pretty common for singaporeans to entertain such thoughts at least once in their lifetime. i think we have quite a reputation for germinating psychologically distressed people? some see suicide as a coward's solution to his/her problem. altho i cant deny tt taking one's life (and her family's) does take courage too. [oh by the way, ive prepared notes to special people in my lives, shld i depart early. i did them before the scuba diving trip last yr. they're in the drawer of my study table. labeled them as "Notes for you". dun be sad if you dont get a note. i rushed those out. haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nope. God didnt create me for things to end like that. i am not that happy-go-lucky-yingqi without reason. because of my disposition, i do not let such silly thoughts engulf me. Jesus laid down His life for me, and did His "It is finished" His way, not mine. i do not have a right to "finish" myself nor bring my family down this way, even if it's in the name of minimizing the impact/hurt bcos of my departure. HA. funny. how noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im open to sharing these with whoever reads my blog. i am not trying to get any attention here, really. ive managed to get myself out of these harmful silly thoughts, and so can you. if you ever have such thoughts, remember not to keep them to yourselves. meet up with a friend. talk to him/her about it. just meet up with someone. remember this, just MEET UP. dont let such thoughts overwhelm you when u're alone. [loserick, ur jio-ing me out was pretty timely. thanks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fine now. not really looking forward to internship tmr, but im okay :) had this vision in church today, that i was at the foot of the cross.  i was standing at the corner of the sanctuary. when i looked up, the cross on the projection screen made it seem as tho i was literally at the foot of the cross. im throwing all my burdens to Him, laying all of them down at the foot of the cross. Jesus pls take em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="main-text"&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Where I am made complete&lt;br /&gt;You have given me life&lt;br /&gt;Through the death you bore for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="main-text"&gt;And You've won my heart&lt;br /&gt;And You've won my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="main-text"&gt;Trade these ashes in for beauty&lt;br /&gt;And wear forgiveness like a crown&lt;br /&gt;Coming to kiss the feet of mercy&lt;br /&gt;I lay every burden down&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love conquers all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5932578747610147526?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5932578747610147526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5932578747610147526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-good.html' title='im good'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4503961489414051619</id><published>2009-04-25T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:14:16.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a</title><content type='html'>i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;but these days havent been good, especially today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes sore from crying&lt;br /&gt;crazy thoughts crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;why is life like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is a hug&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;a voice to tell me everything's okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4503961489414051619?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4503961489414051619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4503961489414051619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes.html' title='life&apos;s a'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8938319251869589723</id><published>2009-04-20T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:13:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im free, for awhile</title><content type='html'>so finally, the dreaded exams are o-v-e-r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hindsight, it's scary how the workload escalates from midterms, then crunch time with projects and reports, then uber stressful finals. i really wondered how i survived that period (2nd time now!) in one breath -pats own shoulders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tt summer's here. besides internship for three mths, im looking forward to meeting up loads of people, going on trips with frens (cycling to kukup! wheee. i guess it's gonna be quite a challenge. 200km in 2 days.), potential trip to japan with mum (like finally?! after watching japan hour religiously for mths), and exploring new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which dawns the question "where are the moolahs gonna come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvNrvK0I/AAAAAAAAIis/8_GveXnCzfQ/s1600-h/CIMG1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvNrvK0I/AAAAAAAAIis/8_GveXnCzfQ/s400/CIMG1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677262515448642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvMVZH3I/AAAAAAAAIi0/rcA7v27oWgI/s1600-h/CIMG1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvMVZH3I/AAAAAAAAIi0/rcA7v27oWgI/s400/CIMG1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677262153293682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just burnt near 80 bucks today on flyer and dinner with family. it was a good time though. but i see the value in my bank account getting lower each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB5V1-4CI/AAAAAAAAIik/FJmXb7MT3gs/s1600-h/CIMG1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB5V1-4CI/AAAAAAAAIik/FJmXb7MT3gs/s400/CIMG1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675237481340962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woah. far-sighted bro (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB5WfiOVI/AAAAAAAAIic/4kixFvorabU/s1600-h/CIMG1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB5WfiOVI/AAAAAAAAIic/4kixFvorabU/s400/CIMG1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675237655624018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvbRSwLI/AAAAAAAAIi8/6WM04QMIZ8U/s1600-h/CIMG1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvbRSwLI/AAAAAAAAIi8/6WM04QMIZ8U/s400/CIMG1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677266162630834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so afraid, sister sat on the floor throughout (almost) the ride. and there she is grabbing on my leg for support hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB4j9UNyI/AAAAAAAAIiM/IBISEvLQ1AI/s1600-h/CIMG1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB4j9UNyI/AAAAAAAAIiM/IBISEvLQ1AI/s400/CIMG1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675224090326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB4zb2SXI/AAAAAAAAIiU/SuoUi3nPOPU/s1600-h/CIMG1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNB4zb2SXI/AAAAAAAAIiU/SuoUi3nPOPU/s400/CIMG1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675228244920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at popeye's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where oh where am i gonna get the money to sustain summer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. shall look forward to one thing at a time. tmr's chalet and overnight biking trng b4 going back to chalet (whatever happened to rest and relax aft exams. sigh! haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8938319251869589723?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8938319251869589723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8938319251869589723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-free-for-awhile.html' title='im free, for awhile'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SfNDvNrvK0I/AAAAAAAAIis/8_GveXnCzfQ/s72-c/CIMG1648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1068156641411462232</id><published>2009-03-31T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:56:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sad story of my ezlink and matric card</title><content type='html'>kennethhh says:&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt; where did you lose your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;† hazel*            ❤ เฮเซ่ล           why wld someone return my ezlink but not my smu card =( says:&lt;br /&gt; not wallet&lt;br /&gt; i had this card holder with ezlink and matric&lt;br /&gt; it dropped out of my pocket (damn suay)&lt;br /&gt; either in tampines mrt or in the train i was to lakeside&lt;br /&gt; i lost it on friday the 13th (so much for not being superstitious)&lt;br /&gt; someone found it and returned it to bugis mrt on the 14 or 15th i tink&lt;br /&gt; but only return ezlink&lt;br /&gt; no smu matric card was returned&lt;br /&gt; either that or bugis station cock up&lt;br /&gt; cos ezlink cards tt are unclaimed, they send to transit link office. other items they send to marina bay mrt&lt;br /&gt; and they claimed tt if someone returns to station, they will email all stations, and lakeside will call me (since i reported there)&lt;br /&gt; but that never happened!&lt;br /&gt; they din contact me at all. is i email email email this corp comms person to try to get refund, den the direct me to transit link, who replied after 2 wks that to report loss i shld call 1800-blahblhablah. TWO FREAKIN WKS LATER then i got to report loss correctly&lt;br /&gt; den when i called the 1800-blah blah den they say my ezlink card is with them&lt;br /&gt; kennethhh says:&lt;br /&gt; wts&lt;br /&gt; that's damn jia lat&lt;br /&gt; -____-&lt;br /&gt;† hazel*            ❤ เฮเซ่ล           why wld someone return my ezlink but not my smu card =( says:&lt;br /&gt; yah&lt;br /&gt; tts why im freakin pissed. why didnt they contact me?&lt;br /&gt;and i need to make police report to replace the smu card. need to pay $50 also&lt;br /&gt; kennethhh says:&lt;br /&gt;any police station?&lt;br /&gt;† hazel*            ❤ เฮเซ่ล           why wld someone return my ezlink but not my smu card =( says:&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE LAH! if they restrict the police station where i can report, I`LL KILL THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;why wld anyone want my smu card but not my ezlink carddddddd (which has more value for the person, and is cheaper for me to replace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i must add. the mrt ppl make me pay $2 so tt i can exit the mrt station w/o an ezlink card. i emailed to ask the logic behind it. they say it's a deterrant to curb ppl from losing their ezlink cards.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?! cmon. the deterrant comes as the replacement fee! not on-the-spot cheapo $2 when the poor and sad and frustrated and emo commuter has loss his/her card. BLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1068156641411462232?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1068156641411462232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1068156641411462232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-story-of-my-ezlink-and-matric-card.html' title='the sad story of my ezlink and matric card'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6928272177516060419</id><published>2009-03-19T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:03:18.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for divers out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Fc-TvUdwk&amp;amp;feature=dir"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Fc-TvUdwk&amp;amp;feature=dir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refrained from "wasting" my time blogging during this period of SMU hell wks aka crunch time. however, this video made me wanna share it with you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScElkh0aKaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/j1SUngmC4cY/s1600-h/dave+marcel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScElkh0aKaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/j1SUngmC4cY/s400/dave+marcel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314570344757602722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diver Dave Marcel has an amazing job. the stuff this diver-trainer does is amazing. his level of confidence with nurse sharks in Florida makes it possible for other divers to cuddle the sharks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you heard me right. CUDDLE THE SHARKS. pretty awesome yea? i`d love to do that some day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScElk9rHEqI/AAAAAAAAIac/bjYZv4W_EQo/s1600-h/diver+dave+marcel+w+many+sharks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScElk9rHEqI/AAAAAAAAIac/bjYZv4W_EQo/s400/diver+dave+marcel+w+many+sharks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314570352234795682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScEllI2jxHI/AAAAAAAAIak/ohLu0aS8_mQ/s1600-h/sharks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScEllI2jxHI/AAAAAAAAIak/ohLu0aS8_mQ/s400/sharks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314570355235603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this video had a twist in the end. do have a look at it. dont worry, it's nth fatal or very serious. but i guess this goes to show that in all cases, things are unpredictable. no matter how pro or confident or lao-jiao you are, things do happen, especially when it comes to interacting with animals (well, i can quite safely say the same applies to humans as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily for him, he suffered only an injury, no body parts lost, but required 285 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;do have a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tt ive seen it, i wld know what not to do shld i go Florida for this experience of a lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;i salute you, Dave Marcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go, do the things you love and have passion for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6928272177516060419?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6928272177516060419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6928272177516060419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-divers-out-there.html' title='for divers out there'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/ScElkh0aKaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/j1SUngmC4cY/s72-c/dave+marcel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8694141335757854284</id><published>2009-03-12T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:32:22.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls ask me to sleep</title><content type='html'>ive been bogged down with qt an indecent amount of work recently. and my body's kinda screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll be so hungry and have my first meal at 4pm. no prizes for guessing tt i'd gobble down my food, and become so full in such a short time that my stomach feels queasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no thanks to the oats + wheat cereal thingy tt waikiki gave in the goodie bag, i get diarrhoea whenever i have that for breakfast. something i realised only when i am about to finish the box of cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep at weird hours, have naps at weird hours wherever i can, and have weird dreams (which probably explains why i dont feel rested). last night i dreamt that i live in this house floating on waters full of dangerous sharks-dinosaury creatures. but i still scuba-dive in those waters and freeze whenever those creatures bump into me. one thing good about this house is, there's always some buffet and free flow sashimi HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's still manageable now. but i forsee the nxt few weeks will be quite taxing on my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8694141335757854284?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8694141335757854284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8694141335757854284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/03/pls-ask-me-to-sleep.html' title='pls ask me to sleep'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6639402461065063004</id><published>2009-02-28T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:21:13.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love friday BAG sessions.</title><content type='html'>have i mentioned before that i always look forward to BAG (basic accountability group) sessions (aka cell group) on friday nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SalWRWX16AI/AAAAAAAAIUM/V_YD6KkFX0o/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SalWRWX16AI/AAAAAAAAIUM/V_YD6KkFX0o/s400/DSC01413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307868491896186882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that by having friday night cell group, i was gonna miss out on friday night gatherings with other peeps (i mean, gatherings are either on friday night or wkends rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i find myself skipping other supper/ gatherings for BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SalUv5PwFyI/AAAAAAAAIT8/x5Ga1kgYb4k/s1600-h/BAG+Williams+play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SalUv5PwFyI/AAAAAAAAIT8/x5Ga1kgYb4k/s400/BAG+Williams+play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307866817630312226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the people here are awesome. some of whom ive been friends with since childhood, some of whom i got to know only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're a warm, cozy, fuzzy wuzzy group that brings ROARS of laughter and encouragement (and yummy food) every friday. no matter how tired we turn up at BAG, we go home feeling recharged, light-hearted and happy (at least for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love each and everyone of you, and thank God for you in my life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6639402461065063004?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6639402461065063004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6639402461065063004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-friday-bag-sessions.html' title='i love friday BAG sessions.'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SalWRWX16AI/AAAAAAAAIUM/V_YD6KkFX0o/s72-c/DSC01413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-254086428030877751</id><published>2009-02-27T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:36:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is real</title><content type='html'>He didnt speak to me today. but He showed his prowess, right smacked in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls were gg over to sharon's place to make sushi. and i was running late, trying to find the bamboo roll thingy to roll sushi. on the way, i got a call from them to say they needed seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late. long queue at sheng xiong. problematic cashier who scanned so fast, she placed my seaweed in the previous guys' bags, she collected my money and gave me change without even realizing it. and hence, wanted to get me to pay for my purchase for a second time. i claimed i paid, and she asked for my receipt, which i passed to her 3 seconds ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too efficient huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late. frustrated. i took the seaweed, took the receipt, didnt want a carrier, and zoomed to the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lift's usually very fast. but today, it took uber long.&lt;br /&gt;and, it had to stop at 5 different levels. mine being the highest.&lt;br /&gt;plus, one old couple slowly made their way in. more waiting. great.&lt;br /&gt;(oh they're a reali cute couple by the way. held hands all the way. so sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's law at it's best. so much waiting. i was an hr late altho it wld only have taken me 15min to reach commonwealth from boon lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the full effect of Murphy's Law on me, i thought "God, if you're real, the lift will stall before i reach 12th floor. You'll do something to delay me further from reachin Sharon's. that would be funny. im alrdy so late. how later can i be?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;, wait a minute. not funny not funny. God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;REAL. i shant test Him. hurriedly i took back what i thought, and heaved a sigh of relief when i finally reached the 12th floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene did not look familiar at all, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was at the wrong block&lt;/span&gt;. WRONG BLOCK?!&lt;br /&gt;what.in.the.world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not only real. He certainly has a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i laughed to myself. laughed myself silly, while i waited (yes, still waiting) for the lift to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-254086428030877751?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/254086428030877751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/254086428030877751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-real.html' title='God is real'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8398611542012118469</id><published>2009-02-25T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:30:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life needs a break</title><content type='html'>"hazel,what ru up to these days?"&lt;br /&gt;"nth much"&lt;br /&gt;"nth much? you're ALWAYS up to sth fun or exciting!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh yah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been okay. nth veryyy exciting. i think? lol.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess my exciting life needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;needs a break from school work AND exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shikes. am i getting old?&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i pray hard for sth exciting soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8398611542012118469?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8398611542012118469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8398611542012118469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-needs-break.html' title='life needs a break'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8194523525526827246</id><published>2009-02-17T14:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:29:28.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's unhealthy</title><content type='html'>it's the exams period.&lt;br /&gt;and im cutting myself off from the world for midterms.&lt;br /&gt;4 mids in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;staying in sch til really late&lt;br /&gt;not seeing my family (they're sleeping by the time i reach home)&lt;br /&gt;putting projects on hold&lt;br /&gt;putting quiet time on hold (i still pray. more profusely actually. sigh sigh sigh)&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;not meeting friends&lt;br /&gt;and struggling with it.&lt;br /&gt;(everyone knows how hazel ang yingqi treasures time with her friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not catching up much with friends whom i usually talk with on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(but they still call. thank god for you all. some chat does help relief stress)&lt;br /&gt;not facebooking (wow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im isolating myself.&lt;br /&gt;so cut off from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink it's uber unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i am blogging --&gt; i guess im still sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wanna tell so many people now. but i guess i`ll tell after mids. by then, it will probably be too late for some. oh WELLS. my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless this girl.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8194523525526827246?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8194523525526827246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8194523525526827246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-unhealthy.html' title='it&apos;s unhealthy'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6881621235626810130</id><published>2009-02-10T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:42:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA I HAF WEIRD FRENS + SIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SZBq-jnq1sI/AAAAAAAAIPU/OWiCOqGo9i0/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SZBq-jnq1sI/AAAAAAAAIPU/OWiCOqGo9i0/s400/blog.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854384361133762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;crazy peeeeps.&lt;br /&gt;but i love em still :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6881621235626810130?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6881621235626810130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6881621235626810130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha-i-haf-weird-frens-sis.html' title='HAHAHA I HAF WEIRD FRENS + SIS'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SZBq-jnq1sI/AAAAAAAAIPU/OWiCOqGo9i0/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-7908426601192057960</id><published>2009-02-07T14:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:06:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurities</title><content type='html'>i have 2 major insecurities. They both start with B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bad Breath&lt;br /&gt;i dont like bad breaths (haha who does?!) and make it a point to have fresh mints with me all the time. without them, i will feel super insecure. SUPER. even though my breath doesnt smell. haha. and i`d drink loads of water to cover my psychologically-created "bad breath". or try to find some food to eat to make my breath smell like the food. hahahaha. i tink havin a breath smelling my food beats smelling like i jus woke up. heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl get bad breaths bcos they're heaty. and for some, because they just drank coffee (happens to mememe!) it's not like they didnt brush their teeth or sth (i hope nt?). for some, they really cant help it. it's the way their body system is, and their breath just smells. you can come to me for a mint =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SY7LdqB5qfI/AAAAAAAAIPM/wDaHuVGV6wc/s1600-h/milo+n+fatfat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SY7LdqB5qfI/AAAAAAAAIPM/wDaHuVGV6wc/s400/milo+n+fatfat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300397521820559858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but sadly, no amount of mints can change the smell of these two doggies' breaths. ewwww. but i love them still :) milo and fatfat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: dont be offended if i pass u a mint okay! theres nth to read in between the lines! mints are gd for waking ppl up during lessons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Body Odour&lt;br /&gt;yes. afraid. very insecure over it. on days when i forget to bring my deodrant/perfume out, i will go buy. haha. but there's a tad too many at home, and when i think i smell, i`d wanna rush home asap! ive had instances when i dont smell nice, esp after a looong day. no amount of deo or perfume wld do any good. i`ll either go bathe at the sch gym, or rush home, or feel really lousyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. LAN SHOPS ARE HORRENDOUS. THE BOYS INSIDE STINK! esp the one at paradiz. EWW. changed my mind abt stepping in once the door opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SY0rzinHYiI/AAAAAAAAIPE/VxCi2LoIW8I/s1600-h/fatfat+and+i2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SY0rzinHYiI/AAAAAAAAIPE/VxCi2LoIW8I/s400/fatfat+and+i2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299940500949131810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-7908426601192057960?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7908426601192057960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7908426601192057960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/insecurities.html' title='insecurities'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SY7LdqB5qfI/AAAAAAAAIPM/wDaHuVGV6wc/s72-c/milo+n+fatfat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3023164500322963155</id><published>2009-02-02T03:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:28:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 3am and i feel like posting 3 pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX3uG6TtBI/AAAAAAAAIOI/aQNIH8Wkp5o/s1600-h/DSCF0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX3uG6TtBI/AAAAAAAAIOI/aQNIH8Wkp5o/s400/DSCF0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297912908172473362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i kinda regretted not taking more photos of me botak&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX16zg8l_I/AAAAAAAAINg/XWOFbD1rp5Y/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX16zg8l_I/AAAAAAAAINg/XWOFbD1rp5Y/s400/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297910927280871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but am certainly waiting for my hair to growwww to it's original length to make me feel/dress/look more female again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX2uKipOFI/AAAAAAAAINw/ZfMojAsb-aU/s1600-h/self+photo+resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX2uKipOFI/AAAAAAAAINw/ZfMojAsb-aU/s400/self+photo+resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297911809635334226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3023164500322963155?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3023164500322963155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3023164500322963155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-3am-and-i-feel-like-posting-3.html' title='it&apos;s 3am and i feel like posting 3 pictures'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SYX3uG6TtBI/AAAAAAAAIOI/aQNIH8Wkp5o/s72-c/DSCF0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1845894486761453020</id><published>2009-01-30T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:52:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toopid me</title><content type='html'>grahhhh&lt;br /&gt;hmm Mr A i tink u're gonna see this sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how toopid of me to spoil the "romantic" goodbye with a&lt;br /&gt;head-banging-moehog-donning-smiley doing the ROCK ON i-love-u/peace sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ought to get shot&lt;br /&gt;(nvtheless i tink it's uber funnyyyyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-patpat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slumberland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1845894486761453020?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1845894486761453020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1845894486761453020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/toopid-me.html' title='toopid me'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5578797841362855692</id><published>2009-01-28T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:37:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niu yr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SX9FXM-8KqI/AAAAAAAAILw/7P3qQgTeshk/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SX9FXM-8KqI/AAAAAAAAILw/7P3qQgTeshk/s400/cny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296027951735515810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know ive been MIA-ing for qt some time&lt;br /&gt;but ive been jotting down things tt i wanna blog about on my laptop's post-its!&lt;br /&gt;but nope, aint gonna blog abt those yet. no time now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna share abt the lunar new yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr was great.&lt;br /&gt;had loads of family time, cycling at east coast (my dad's idea. and my he's still strong hahah),&lt;br /&gt;great time feasting (yeah ok pls drag me to the gym plsssssss),&lt;br /&gt;great time cleaning up the house (i have like a cupboard FULL of papers and notes and newspapers. thank god they're all gg to the karang guni),&lt;br /&gt;great time with my close friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, how am i supposed to react when im busy with cny activities, and someone comes along to say how terrible his/her cny was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to give him/her some time over the phone, to hear what they have to complain/rant, i cldnt commit at least an hour.. it just wasnt convenient. im sorryy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad i`d wanna say to you is, it isnt on festivals/special days that matter. it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; that matters. it's okay if cny didnt turn out right. let's pray tgt and see that the days ahead are good, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst. it's days like these where the probability of an ugly day is high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off, here's an original sms tt my fren sent:&lt;br /&gt;hey. here's wishing you an ox-picious new yr. rather than being cow-ed by what's going on today, let's have a bull-ish outlook for the year ahead. all in all, it's  yr to beef up. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE. haha. makes me wanna eat steak.&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;sup&gt;bring me to the gym. bring me for a run. bring me for a swim! cny = eateateat=fatfatfat aaaahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5578797841362855692?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5578797841362855692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5578797841362855692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/niu-yr.html' title='niu yr'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SX9FXM-8KqI/AAAAAAAAILw/7P3qQgTeshk/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8026812703062733400</id><published>2009-01-13T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:49:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls shower me with blessings</title><content type='html'>yeah, i need some blessings!&lt;br /&gt;pocket is super deep and super empty.&lt;br /&gt;things in the house are getting old/sick/dying lol&lt;br /&gt;the tv died, and the temporary tv is so small i end up not watching tv :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the list of things i need, and if you're thinking of throwing away any xtra stuff (grahhh i found TWO frens who recently threw away LCD tvs cos they need room for BIGGER ONES. GRR), still in workable condition, pls think of me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs&lt;br /&gt;1) TEEEVEEE for meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;2) cordless phone&lt;br /&gt;3) shoe rack/ cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you very the much. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8026812703062733400?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8026812703062733400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8026812703062733400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/pls-shower-me-with-blessings.html' title='pls shower me with blessings'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6823786601610915485</id><published>2009-01-11T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:51:36.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty, not, little secrets</title><content type='html'>refusal to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;or rather, nt used to the idea of sleeping in before 3am,&lt;br /&gt;dear yingqi/hazel (she misses ppl calling her yingqi tho. sounds more dear hehe) was lookin through her blog posts; from the very first entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she realised she hasnt really exposed herself fully to the readers of blogosphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bits of pieces of info stays in her tiny heart, in her tiny mind, in her &lt;s&gt;tiny&lt;/s&gt; big tummy where butterflies fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although unblogged, she leaves traces of info about these little secrets in her entries.&lt;br /&gt;with codewords, codenames..&lt;br /&gt;these make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;and well, emo at times hehe.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn blog about these memories.&lt;br /&gt;she just doesn&lt;br /&gt;cos phantom readers cant keep secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were close enough a friend, you probably know of the little hints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she misses Bernice the reindeer rider, de vainpot, the bonnie who lies over the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;she's sigh-duno-wad-to-do-with Bernice the reindeer rider (altho she misses the old Bernice the reindeer rider)&lt;br /&gt;she's really really sorry to hohoho&lt;br /&gt;and doesn know what to do with the big Bee flying around, buzzing at her, buzzing buzzing buzzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvtheless, life's good so far, with Jesus taking the wheel:)&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep cos it's coming 4 am, and she's taking the front row seats in the 9am church service. (if she wakes up in time)&lt;br /&gt;God bless her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SWj5_9Z2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIIU/B-CfRqVQyoc/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SWj5_9Z2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIIU/B-CfRqVQyoc/s400/DSC01289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289752639556707218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6823786601610915485?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6823786601610915485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6823786601610915485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-not-little-secrets.html' title='dirty, not, little secrets'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SWj5_9Z2Y5I/AAAAAAAAIIU/B-CfRqVQyoc/s72-c/DSC01289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4954842963985851181</id><published>2009-01-11T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:30:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being optimistic</title><content type='html'>this is how optimistic my fren can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"got gf(bf) can break&lt;br /&gt;got wife(husband) can divorce&lt;br /&gt;got baby can throw"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eh dey, BAD SIA. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4954842963985851181?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4954842963985851181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4954842963985851181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-optimistic.html' title='being optimistic'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2742879166067796645</id><published>2009-01-07T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:11:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a crazy world out there</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine introduced me to "the maury show" on youtube the other night.. and what some young girls do really shock me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex for drugs, sec for money, violence. okay we've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but trying all ways and means to get pregnant at 15?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DE9llClgTqY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see the logic behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these teenage girls want their own baby, so that they can be good moms. they believe they will be better moms than their own moms they'll "let their baby do anything they want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maury "let em do anything they want?&lt;br /&gt;teenage girl "hell yeah"&lt;br /&gt;maury "let em steal your jewellery so tt they can go buy drugs like you do?"&lt;br /&gt;teenage girl "well, no."&lt;br /&gt;maury "whatever happened to let-them-do-anything-they-want?"&lt;br /&gt;*cheers from the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, boyfriend of a married woman sleeping arnd with both mother and child.&lt;br /&gt;violent teenager cracked the skull of stepfather&lt;br /&gt;teenage girl on successful in staying away from drugs, but starts to be super violent towards her parents&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in countries like US, sex drugs violence have become so common among youths.&lt;br /&gt;in Singapore, i was amazed at how coffee, plain 3-in-1 coffee, is out of children or young youth's reach. reason: they give the kids a sugar rush/ they wont be able to sleep after that. these kids listen! and coffee remains a taboo at their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how vast, the difference.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i live in Singapore, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're free, check out "The Maury Show" on youtube&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2742879166067796645?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2742879166067796645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2742879166067796645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-crazy-world-out-there.html' title='it&apos;s a crazy world out there'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2515856880412344983</id><published>2009-01-03T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:24:50.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's so much i want to say!</title><content type='html'>initially i thought of having an entry with snapshots of what 2008 had been for me, as a closure to a good yr and the opening to an awesome 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the last wk of dec 08 was so full of activities and laughs (omgosh i laugh EVERYNIGHT and comment relentlessly on my frens' and my facebook pics that my belly is burning calories hahaha) that it is impossible for me to put a closure to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, give me time while i compose myself, to fully enjoy my last moments of 2008 (yeah i know it's over and sch's starting grahhhhhh) cos i really want these happy moments to sink in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this but a speck of whatever tt turned my miserable december into an awesome one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81EHVui3I/AAAAAAAAIGs/9QDs-266orU/s1600-h/telunas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81EHVui3I/AAAAAAAAIGs/9QDs-266orU/s400/telunas-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002832362179442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81DGZVn6I/AAAAAAAAIGc/UQ6uEC3mfgk/s1600-h/pozzie+bday,+tightgang+sentosa,+myhope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81DGZVn6I/AAAAAAAAIGc/UQ6uEC3mfgk/s400/pozzie+bday,+tightgang+sentosa,+myhope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002814929018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81DTqki8I/AAAAAAAAIGk/OwAalKdwOf4/s1600-h/telunas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81DTqki8I/AAAAAAAAIGk/OwAalKdwOf4/s400/telunas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002818490960834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update with full details soon (i hope! 1st wk of sch shldn be tt busy rite???)&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOVES U!&lt;br /&gt;and i love y'all too&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;til then, toodaloos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2515856880412344983?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2515856880412344983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2515856880412344983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-so-much-i-want-to-say.html' title='there&apos;s so much i want to say!'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SV81EHVui3I/AAAAAAAAIGs/9QDs-266orU/s72-c/telunas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2432305918918850159</id><published>2008-12-29T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:55:00.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaa my mum's language rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SVh0FIbiIrI/AAAAAAAAIAs/jvvsGnBr1Bg/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SVh0FIbiIrI/AAAAAAAAIAs/jvvsGnBr1Bg/s400/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101794230411954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will "WALLUP" all.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2432305918918850159?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2432305918918850159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2432305918918850159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/wahaa-my-mums-language-rocks.html' title='wahaa my mum&apos;s language rocks'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SVh0FIbiIrI/AAAAAAAAIAs/jvvsGnBr1Bg/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1800573130759995423</id><published>2008-12-26T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:26:36.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be back on 28th</title><content type='html'>will be away from 26-28th dec&lt;br /&gt;if necessary and super duper urgent, sms me at 90167346&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, have a blessed christmas and a happy new year =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1800573130759995423?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1800573130759995423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1800573130759995423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-back-on-28th.html' title='be back on 28th'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-789165245896994920</id><published>2008-12-21T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:50:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth hurts</title><content type='html'>im sorry for being honest. i feel really bad. but i hope the pros outweighs the cons.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be a "good person". cos i end up being a bad-good-person-- by telling the hurtful truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope it helps you, somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-789165245896994920?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/789165245896994920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/789165245896994920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-hurts.html' title='the truth hurts'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-226000124502022988</id><published>2008-12-17T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:35:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>pissed with my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he logs in my facebk w/o my consent to create useless stuffs for me so tt he can build his freaking pet society&lt;br /&gt;he talks back alot these days&lt;br /&gt;he gives empty promises&lt;br /&gt;he takes advantage of my kindness to him&lt;br /&gt;we're spending loads of money for his piano fees but he doesn give a damn about it&lt;br /&gt;when he wants sth from u, he's all nice and cuddly&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn need anything, hes rude, loud, irritating, freaking irritating, rude rude rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i spending so much time and money and effort on him when he's like that&lt;br /&gt;GRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-226000124502022988?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/226000124502022988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/226000124502022988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8876823370618111611</id><published>2008-12-11T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i say the same things every yr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SUAfFWZSKzI/AAAAAAAAH6c/hsoU-BUoKwM/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SUAfFWZSKzI/AAAAAAAAH6c/hsoU-BUoKwM/s400/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278252940049656626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year after year, semester after semester, i tell myself i will be more hardworking the nxt semester, i will be consistent next semester, i will ace my modules/subjects next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all know how to talk big yah? haha. msn the last few days was rather interesting. my frens and i go through this routine BIG TALK about how we're gonna pwnz our other classmates and get A+ for our modules. hahahahaha. but i did pretty okay this sem. qt satisfied. if only i could do better. i dont wanna be average!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink humans are funny creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do not put your trust in humans. they'll fail you" was my msn subnick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so pessimistic?&lt;br /&gt;well it wasnt supposed to come across as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do not put your trust in humans. they'll fail you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust God&lt;/span&gt;" was what i meant =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans do fall. you usually place your trust on your close ones, your loved ones. it's precisely because of this prerequisite that makes broken promises harsh -- you think: your loved ones fail you, how about those who you arent as close to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha i have no idea how this post became so emo-sounding.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SUAhAD0IpqI/AAAAAAAAH6k/N18Uw0YQUUQ/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SUAhAD0IpqI/AAAAAAAAH6k/N18Uw0YQUUQ/s400/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255048185915042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMYUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8876823370618111611?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8876823370618111611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8876823370618111611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-say-same-things-every-yr.html' title='i say the same things every yr'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SUAfFWZSKzI/AAAAAAAAH6c/hsoU-BUoKwM/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2062635911172838806</id><published>2008-12-09T05:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:38:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new site!</title><content type='html'>with so much time in my hands, i decided to revive my online biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more emehoh. it was a bad brand name tt take me eons to explain its origin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the new site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://streetfinds.livejournal.com"&gt;http://streetfinds.livejournal.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now there's only christmas series. stay tuned for bags, clothes etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2062635911172838806?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2062635911172838806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2062635911172838806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-site.html' title='new site!'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4306835036813828825</id><published>2008-12-08T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:47:01.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HomeAlone</title><content type='html'>i cldnt (and didnt) want to post this before [due to security reasons. haha],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was home alone for the last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/STyXjL_-0HI/AAAAAAAAH4o/Cwqy2qt_k20/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/STyXjL_-0HI/AAAAAAAAH4o/Cwqy2qt_k20/s400/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259494143742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[a gross looking ugly piece of  !?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, that sounded like my golden once-in-a-lifetime absolute freedom + havoc. but im proud to say ive been a good girl =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/STyXinmuehI/AAAAAAAAH4g/ZjcKLQG2BTE/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/STyXinmuehI/AAAAAAAAH4g/ZjcKLQG2BTE/s400/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259484374137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[well. accompanied by some angst bcos of the cancelled thailand trip and the sudden boredom i had to deal with]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week has come and gone so quickly. and for those who dont know, i was due for Thailand from 1-23December, to lead a team (w 2 other leaders) to chiangmai for ocip before heading down to BKK the last few days for a holiday. but because of the cancelled flights and political situation, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am stuck in singapore for the mth.&lt;/span&gt; sucky aint it, for a last minute cancellation of one-mth-long plan (with MONTHS OF PLANNING AND SACRIFICE BEFOREHAND!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to get an office job. for those who know me, i pack my schedule with activities/trips, be it normal school period or holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, within this one week of HomeAlone, i realised the joy of simply doing nth but resting at home (with a few instances of doing housework in the middle of the night). maybe resting's not that bad after all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4306835036813828825?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4306835036813828825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4306835036813828825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/12/homealone.html' title='HomeAlone'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/STyXjL_-0HI/AAAAAAAAH4o/Cwqy2qt_k20/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6224614013817815367</id><published>2008-11-30T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:35:20.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is going nuts</title><content type='html'>amidst the busy exam weeks, with no time to read any text other than my notes, i caught glimpse of whats happening around the world. terrorism in mumbai and protests in thailand in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only today did i manage to have some time to update myself wrt the current situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my, the world is going crazy. in others' eyes, life is cheap; kill at will.&lt;br /&gt;people get trampled to death on Black Friday, US's great discounts and dirt cheap prices day.&lt;br /&gt;terrorists shoot and slit throats of innocent people. what's the point of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to prevent wrongly-shooting people their kind? if i were your people, i`d rather you not start training for these plans at all.&lt;br /&gt;protesters wreck havoc in thailand. and tts why i am STRANDED, in singapore, for the whole freaking mth. tts why i had to cancel my mth-long thailand ocip trip, which i have planned and sacrificed so much for. its freaking why i suddenly have so much time in my hands. whats the use of apologizing to tourists for causing the inconvenience? whats the use of signs in the airport that say "sawadeekah, we are protesting because we do not approve of the government. we do not want to harm you. sorry for the inconvenience caused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protesting has become such a norm for the thais, they do not realise the serious consequences of their actions. but i guess to them, it's a price worth to pay so that they get the government/party they they want and believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is a crazy place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6224614013817815367?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6224614013817815367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6224614013817815367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-is-going-nuts.html' title='the world is going nuts'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-130617095923923924</id><published>2008-11-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:32:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i could talk to animals</title><content type='html'>i know it's crunch time in the academic year now. but hey, who says i cant blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recent white tigers saga has made me want to have this power to talk to animals. if only i could, if only some of us could, things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, i can have so much more friends. (hahaha am i TOO socialble?) besides cross-cultural, say hi to cross-species friends! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if only i were at the zoo at the time of the incident, i could have spoken to the white tigers, ask them to leave the zoo keeper alone while rangers make their way to the enclosure. i must say, the zoo keeper must have a lot of courage when he went into the enclosure with the notion of dying there. or perhaps, he is so emotionally or mentally unstable that he sought such a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do, if you were at the scene? without this power to speak to animals, i really have no idea what i should/would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SSAsNL1yNwI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/opPmO_e-YP0/s1600-h/shark+behind+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SSAsNL1yNwI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/opPmO_e-YP0/s400/shark+behind+u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269260169051780866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, what would you do if you were sitting in a kayak watching a great white shark approach you from behind? paddle away as fast as you can? or remain still.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, what if the shark nudged your kayak to test if you're a prey, and *SPLASH*, you capsize.&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray hard never to land in such a situation!&lt;br /&gt;(unless i have the gift of speaking to animals. i sure hope they all understand english tho! teehee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-130617095923923924?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/130617095923923924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/130617095923923924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only-i-could-talk-to-animals.html' title='if only i could talk to animals'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SSAsNL1yNwI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/opPmO_e-YP0/s72-c/shark+behind+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1652219537048838097</id><published>2008-10-26T05:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:12:35.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMIA SHLD GO AND SLEEP</title><content type='html'>at 1am, i was so freaking tired i felt like fainting&lt;br /&gt;it's 5am on a sunday and i still cant freaking sleep! how to go church man! i feel friggin pisssssedddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "im on the, top of the world looking, down on creations...  " song keeps ringing in my head. WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1652219537048838097?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1652219537048838097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1652219537048838097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/insomia-shld-go-and-sleep.html' title='INSOMIA SHLD GO AND SLEEP'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5220859420618269703</id><published>2008-10-20T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:13:17.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaaaaaahahahahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/"&gt;http://failblog.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/10/13/medical-fail/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/10/fail-owned-medical-herb-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-medical-herb-fail" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERPES??!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/09/23/child-safety-fail/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/fail-owned-child-safety-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-child-safety-fail" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/09/22/manhood-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5106" title="fail-owned-manhood-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha tts damn short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5220859420618269703?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5220859420618269703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5220859420618269703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/haaaaaaaahahahahah.html' title='haaaaaaaahahahahah'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-1240357020892263282</id><published>2008-10-19T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:58:41.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ingenious japanese</title><content type='html'>the japanese never fail to amuse me with their inventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them outright hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZM-3DRaI/AAAAAAAAFr8/Y8trZZb-G-k/s1600-h/japanese_invention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZM-3DRaI/AAAAAAAAFr8/Y8trZZb-G-k/s400/japanese_invention.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258895069452387746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but others, really useful. (in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;i like learning/seeing new things everyday, and today i chanced upon THIS:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZOZkbbeI/AAAAAAAAFsM/pvHgu9dmQvs/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZOZkbbeI/AAAAAAAAFsM/pvHgu9dmQvs/s400/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258895093801905634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a light weight paper spoon,&lt;br /&gt;i thought it's a simple and handy invention, and it's environmentally friendly to boot. it's also water proof, and so uber slim tt it fits anywhere, even in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just by folding it into half, the spoon will be transform into a user-friendly shape. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtgG51tITI/AAAAAAAAFsc/LVMhdaN7BlU/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtgG51tITI/AAAAAAAAFsc/LVMhdaN7BlU/s400/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258902661606744370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eat away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZPKaaSqI/AAAAAAAAFsU/e9Jq9zp7ERA/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZPKaaSqI/AAAAAAAAFsU/e9Jq9zp7ERA/s400/DSC01009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258895106913225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-1240357020892263282?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1240357020892263282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/1240357020892263282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/ingenious-japanese.html' title='ingenious japanese'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPtZM-3DRaI/AAAAAAAAFr8/Y8trZZb-G-k/s72-c/japanese_invention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-156941135030085988</id><published>2008-10-19T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:27:10.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choose where to poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPooKyhmHbI/AAAAAAAAFr0/kQYvUTZR9Jk/s1600-h/cool+shit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPooKyhmHbI/AAAAAAAAFr0/kQYvUTZR9Jk/s400/cool+shit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258559680734961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel choosing where to poop is everyone's responsibility. it is something that seems insignificant, but i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;you enter the toilet in the school library. there are but three cubicles, two of which, the first and the third, have doors closed for pretty loong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's left is the center cubicle to cater to all the ladies that are coming in to relief themselves.&lt;br /&gt;the queue is uber long, plus the fact that girls take much longer than guys to, erm pee, it certainly isnt a consolation that you enter a cubicle in between to others with ppl pooping inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poop fumes have no where to diffuse, but yes, right into your cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i make it an effort to go some ulu toilet in the basement, where cubicles are aplenty, human traffic is low, and i can take as long as i wanna take without really bringing inconvenience or discomfort to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls choose where to poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-156941135030085988?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/156941135030085988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/156941135030085988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/choose-where-to-poop.html' title='choose where to poop'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SPooKyhmHbI/AAAAAAAAFr0/kQYvUTZR9Jk/s72-c/cool+shit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4195117832827560839</id><published>2008-10-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:37:56.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EdaLfJjDuE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EdaLfJjDuE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda catchy. i like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4195117832827560839?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4195117832827560839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4195117832827560839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-is-awesome.html' title='the world is awesome'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2565020830086189813</id><published>2008-10-09T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:26:16.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SO1N4boHyeI/AAAAAAAAFrk/QUoogfpc3Xw/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SO1N4boHyeI/AAAAAAAAFrk/QUoogfpc3Xw/s400/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254941972095289826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8.03am and im in the school library,&lt;br /&gt;with nobody and my coffee and me&lt;br /&gt;no prize for guessing what time i woke up. hurrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached so early, the lib hasnt even open doors! there were like 5 other kukus waiting at the door this morning too. sigh. it's supposed to be midterm break you KNOWwww. i dont mind coming back to school, but i feel sad when i see so many ppl around during "break" lol. lucky to those who are overseas now, trying to escape from reality *nudges jonathan* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay i woke up early and came to sch uber early for a few good reasons&lt;br /&gt;1) to accompany sister to school! she has O level chem prac today, wanted to accompany her and give her a sense of peace. i pray hard that she aces it! cos she's mastered it through many practices of calculations and samples we did together. God bless her O level papers, all of em =) May she be blessed with loads and loads and loads and loads of grace :)))))&lt;br /&gt;2) to come to school to pia finish projects stuff so that i can finally do my own revision for the papers coming up&lt;br /&gt;3) to use the internet and electricity in school? hahahahaha (...well i said "a few" gd reasons. need  more to fill up the "few" haha)&lt;br /&gt;4) for a conducive env to do work. my table at home.. bu xing ah. lol. plong one laptop on it, and i`ll be surfing/checking emails the whole day =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye bags are quite bad. really.&lt;br /&gt;but not as bad as hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SO1PFjzgdDI/AAAAAAAAFrs/NMy10UOSBrs/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SO1PFjzgdDI/AAAAAAAAFrs/NMy10UOSBrs/s400/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254943297140454450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(those eyebags pwnz all! haha reminds me of daniels and hernies nosebagzxzxz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so okay. time to do what i came to school for. TATAZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2565020830086189813?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2565020830086189813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2565020830086189813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SO1N4boHyeI/AAAAAAAAFrk/QUoogfpc3Xw/s72-c/DSC00982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6009267533073555358</id><published>2008-10-05T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:15:23.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a mess, i tink? lol</title><content type='html'>a sudden wave of i-duno-wad-u-call-them just hit me&lt;br /&gt;howhowhowhowhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking alot. emo-ing qt abit. and kinda troubled =(&lt;br /&gt;about things in the past, about people in the past, about things now (the in-my-face-kinda-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;), and things in my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not entirely because of u B. just, partially. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie MAMAMIA (grandma-mia i`d say) got me thinking abt alot more things.&lt;br /&gt;my past(again!), my dreams&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and how much i wanna plant my feet on Greece =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   the show's so-so, i guess bcos the main characters were the old peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SOi1erxJYzI/AAAAAAAAFrc/6tS4r0cxA6k/s1600-h/mamamia+pierce+brosnan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SOi1erxJYzI/AAAAAAAAFrc/6tS4r0cxA6k/s400/mamamia+pierce+brosnan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648504077247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(but pierce brosnan aka james bond is HOTHOTHOT. tts the only plus point hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and B, u have my word we'll be great friends til we're gummy grand parents! cheers to many yrs ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, (G.G. talk lol)&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6009267533073555358?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6009267533073555358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6009267533073555358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-mess-i-tink.html' title='in a mess, i tink? lol'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SOi1erxJYzI/AAAAAAAAFrc/6tS4r0cxA6k/s72-c/mamamia+pierce+brosnan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-481814711104766232</id><published>2008-10-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:29:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>too much swimming = pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain pain pain pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-481814711104766232?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/481814711104766232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/481814711104766232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-7298916456318455888</id><published>2008-10-01T02:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:13:56.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bad with words</title><content type='html'>yes i can talk alot of crap&lt;br /&gt;yes i can encourage ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realise,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to how thankful i am&lt;br /&gt;or how much i treasure/appreciate/love someone,&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to get it out of my mouth =/&lt;br /&gt;(hehe shy lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the important people in my life, (u know who u are hor)&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how important u really are to me :)&lt;br /&gt;-30sep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;stil on the issue of me vs words,&lt;br /&gt;i figured im really fast in putting ppl down &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if im of "higher authority"..&lt;br /&gt;at church last sunday, my prayer request to Young Adults was to be more gracious and generous.&lt;br /&gt;and i tink it's working! lol&lt;br /&gt;i was more gracious with my words today,&lt;br /&gt;and i made it a point to patch up in a mature and logical manner when there was any conflict/tension&lt;br /&gt;and i've learnt how to be slow in anger,&lt;br /&gt;simmer down&lt;br /&gt;and think rationally before i speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other party will respect you, if you behave in a calm manner&lt;br /&gt;instead of shooting ur mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;grudges wont hold&lt;br /&gt;and bonds become stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;it's a gd day&lt;br /&gt;happy children's day!&lt;br /&gt;-1oct&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-7298916456318455888?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7298916456318455888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/7298916456318455888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bad-with-words.html' title='im bad with words'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3151030828384046120</id><published>2008-09-22T23:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:13:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP trng@batam</title><content type='html'>what is YEP trng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfPMkmrVJI/AAAAAAAAFq0/qLrvzy4G_uw/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfPMkmrVJI/AAAAAAAAFq0/qLrvzy4G_uw/s320/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248891705614881938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a well-designed course planned to educate leaders how to facilitate well for their overseas cip trip. it is YEP (Youth Expedition Project) funded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i was really sad that this trng course had to clash with econs society retreat+holiday+bonding session in batam, fully subsidised by school. the new committee is gonna have so much fun bonding with each other in batam golden view hotel, while i haf to be at nongsa island, batam to have training/lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself, tt God planned this to happen. He always has things up his sleeves, and somehow his ways are way better than wad i want/expect. i told God to show me a reason during the trng, show me that he purposely planned for the retreat to clash with the trng. show me tt gg for YEP trng wld be the better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfR-SsHZiI/AAAAAAAAFrU/dX2w-bcw2Uk/s1600-h/n735934242_775442_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfR-SsHZiI/AAAAAAAAFrU/dX2w-bcw2Uk/s320/n735934242_775442_1184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248894758822569506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really was. the trip was uber enriching, and it got me into a mode of reflection. i made frens with ppl from all walks of life. we did alot of personal sharing, and i learnt many things from others. during the sharing session abt our lives, i mentioned abt christ in my life, hoping to let ppl know abt christianity in some way. i didnt know whether it was inappropriate to share religious stuff, but i continued anyway. guess wad, after my turn, there were a good 5 or 6 others who shared about their lives, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their CHRIST-CENTERED lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is it," i thought. this is why God put me here at YEP trng instead of the econs retreat. and my, am i glad when one of the girls, yin bin, started to ask qns abt christianity/religion. i wanted to have a chat with her tt night about Christ in my life. but thank God, another sister in Christ was one step faster than me. it doesn matter whether i talked to her anot. others can do the sowing of seeds, others can reap the harvest. im already happy enough to be somewhere in between the sowing n harvesting. i invited her to covenant presbytarian church the nxt day, but she said she does go to another church when she has the time to. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfQQO9tPwI/AAAAAAAAFrE/FOn2AAtI54g/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfQQO9tPwI/AAAAAAAAFrE/FOn2AAtI54g/s320/DSC00894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248892868037000962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also, the YEP 3day residential component at Nongsa island was a good time for me to relax and take a break from school. sun, sand, sea, the outdoors. perfect for me! i love the feeling of the sand on my bare feet so much, tt i had this crazy idea of filling up my home floor with sand. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfQQnj6-7I/AAAAAAAAFrM/RBuDKaI0gfY/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfQQnj6-7I/AAAAAAAAFrM/RBuDKaI0gfY/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248892874639735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach was awesome too, esp at low tide, when more land will surface and we were able to walk to the nearby island. the shell fish and sea life were nice to look at, and wading at the shallow waters was really relaxing. love it. and there was this abandoned ship docked at our island. a very pirates of the carribean feeling!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfOW1GsaSI/AAAAAAAAFqs/ka08GpvFYUc/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfOW1GsaSI/AAAAAAAAFqs/ka08GpvFYUc/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248890782331201826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfPNIxVLnI/AAAAAAAAFq8/9QCnoqLjTjA/s1600-h/CIMG0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfPNIxVLnI/AAAAAAAAFq8/9QCnoqLjTjA/s320/CIMG0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248891715323244146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome sunset too. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLN76HJ-I/AAAAAAAAFpc/IBV2siIK9FM/s1600-h/CIMG0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLN76HJ-I/AAAAAAAAFpc/IBV2siIK9FM/s320/CIMG0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248887331003770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these 3 kids on the island. with my very limited malay vocab, we could hardly communicate. but we had the time of our lives, laughing and taking photos, and trying to communicate like how ducks and chicken would. i guess i have this affinity for children, whatever age they're at or where ever they come from. a gift? haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLO986zBI/AAAAAAAAFp0/sPYVl2R9Mkw/s1600-h/CIMG0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLO986zBI/AAAAAAAAFp0/sPYVl2R9Mkw/s320/CIMG0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248887348732283922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and did i mention we moved around by jetski, and on the last day i could drive the jetski back to the main batam island? EXHILERATING! wheeeeeeeee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfMGJ7X5iI/AAAAAAAAFqE/IRXT_-GVzQQ/s1600-h/CIMG0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfMGJ7X5iI/AAAAAAAAFqE/IRXT_-GVzQQ/s320/CIMG0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888296839833122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfMWc63FTI/AAAAAAAAFqM/1f9uxscMbk8/s1600-h/n735934242_774965_6390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfMWc63FTI/AAAAAAAAFqM/1f9uxscMbk8/s320/n735934242_774965_6390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888576815863090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if given a second chance to decide between the paintball-seafood dinner-bonding-swimming-playing in golden view hotel with comfy mattresses to jump on, or ants-&amp;amp;-mozzie-infested ulu isolated island with nth but a mama shop and tents to sleep in, i wld still have chosen the YEP training at ulu Nongsa island =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLPSgjCZI/AAAAAAAAFp8/ODgI_7m8LQ8/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfLPSgjCZI/AAAAAAAAFp8/ODgI_7m8LQ8/s320/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248887354250430866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks wee heong for making an impact in our lives these 5 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3151030828384046120?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3151030828384046120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3151030828384046120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/yep-trngbatam.html' title='YEP trng@batam'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SNfPMkmrVJI/AAAAAAAAFq0/qLrvzy4G_uw/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6790219879574477336</id><published>2008-09-18T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:51:55.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away in batam</title><content type='html'>will be away on YEP leadership trng course in Batam from 19-21sep 08.&lt;br /&gt;contact me at 90167346 if there's anything urgent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6790219879574477336?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6790219879574477336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6790219879574477336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/away-in-batam.html' title='away in batam'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8558684993446103640</id><published>2008-09-12T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:32:34.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for Hazel for econs soc and get a FREE autographed zhen zhiwei poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMlFnAGfSmI/AAAAAAAAFn0/K47zqCyJm4Y/s1600-h/Poster+for+Printing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMlFnAGfSmI/AAAAAAAAFn0/K47zqCyJm4Y/s400/Poster+for+Printing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244799777394084450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ive infiltrated the econs building with posters such as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unglamz, yes. but why not? lol. (there goes my rep, and i believe i will be the butt of jokes for quite some time, until my hair grows out. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways,&lt;br /&gt;im running for econs society. i hope to gain experience while in office, and hopefully make econs more family-like and bonded. ive had the agenda drafted, but i dont know what other crazy ideas will follow. but rest assured, u'll be laughing along with me like how u laughed at this poster. i hope to bring much joy, laughter, and fun into the econs community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote for me&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. i can save an A3 autographed poster for you. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who said u`d support me&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who said this poster is awesome, the best u've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for your encouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i heard theres this external workshop trainer who commented negatively abt the poster to his class. but my fren's too busy to tell me more abt it for now. grahhh! haha. i feel my poster is suitable for the student population. perhaps not for more major elections bah. but for econs soc, i guess it's fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kudos to creative director ng ling fong! hahaha. it's amazing what a clique's inside joke(hazel=eric tsang, and "same same but different" pet phrase) can transform into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the campaign period ends soon, so i`ll be able to stop avoiding econs building (where ppl laugh hilariously at me) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight world. so tired. long day of filming&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8558684993446103640?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8558684993446103640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8558684993446103640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/vote-for-hazel-for-econs-soc-and-get.html' title='vote for Hazel for econs soc and get a FREE autographed zhen zhiwei poster'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMlFnAGfSmI/AAAAAAAAFn0/K47zqCyJm4Y/s72-c/Poster+for+Printing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2432825440975539062</id><published>2008-09-11T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:37:59.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a is for awesome artpiece</title><content type='html'>i took the usual path home, past raffles city to city hall mrt.&lt;br /&gt;and today i saw these two stands, one red one blue. okay, perhaps the structures meant something. what, edgy, cubic, wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf1_F94EiI/AAAAAAAAFns/YMOJZQAY1nU/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf1_F94EiI/AAAAAAAAFns/YMOJZQAY1nU/s400/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244430755378500130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i look up, i see this colorful canvas. looks kinda creepy, but nevertheless artsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0fiL3OpI/AAAAAAAAFnM/BFAV5XNsQQc/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0fiL3OpI/AAAAAAAAFnM/BFAV5XNsQQc/s400/DSC00872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429113685916306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious, i stepped into one of those structures, first into red, then into blue.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0gM88eNI/AAAAAAAAFnU/diKsP_Hrczw/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0gM88eNI/AAAAAAAAFnU/diKsP_Hrczw/s400/DSC00871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429125166069970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0gTAoKqI/AAAAAAAAFnc/z8_mux10o9g/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf0gTAoKqI/AAAAAAAAFnc/z8_mux10o9g/s400/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429126792129186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesome, aint it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf1-4do2DI/AAAAAAAAFnk/k-gzHhL2hLs/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf1-4do2DI/AAAAAAAAFnk/k-gzHhL2hLs/s400/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244430751753623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2432825440975539062?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2432825440975539062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2432825440975539062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='a is for awesome artpiece'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SMf1_F94EiI/AAAAAAAAFns/YMOJZQAY1nU/s72-c/DSC00875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8857533714836881176</id><published>2008-09-08T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:47:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>hehe yep the same happy as the happy entry 2 entries ago!&lt;br /&gt;but im such a sucker, aint spilling wads so happy about hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i havent been posting photos recently, cos my camera died. did i tell u my OG freshies bought me a new camera? (after the prev one died from sea-water poisoning during econs camp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad so glad! but it's so dear to me, i dont bring it out to use (yet). lol. hence the lack of photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im abit too free these days. i have long wkends, and i tend to slack them away. boo.&lt;br /&gt;i tink i kinda like school these term. WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i shld pick up driving soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy day :)&lt;br /&gt;love the cooling rainy night too&lt;br /&gt;pardon the blabber. random blabber.&lt;br /&gt;i hearts ze guitar hero and wii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8857533714836881176?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8857533714836881176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8857533714836881176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy_08.html' title='happy'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-9146598237499494636</id><published>2008-09-07T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:07:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how are u?</title><content type='html'>i see people around. ppl whom i was once very close to. ppl whom i dont talk to anymore, and at times, not acknowledging their presence. i see them but pretend i dont, cos i dont know how to go about picking up from where we left off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how u cld be uber close at once-- communicating all day long,&lt;br /&gt;but end up not talking to each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said hi to one today..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how are you?&lt;/span&gt;" -- the three words im afraid to hear fr u.&lt;br /&gt;yet, the same three words "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how are you?&lt;/span&gt;", i asked.&lt;br /&gt;i hope u're well. but i wonder when's the nxt time we talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;environments change, people move to places, friends start drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;do say hi to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-9146598237499494636?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9146598237499494636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/9146598237499494636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-are-u.html' title='how are u?'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-6557318413066061936</id><published>2008-09-02T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:04:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-6557318413066061936?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6557318413066061936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/6557318413066061936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4109648924317006652</id><published>2008-08-29T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:52:34.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caller id?</title><content type='html'>ok for those who call me often enough, you would know i havent been having caller id for the last yr or so. i lost my hp the other time and when i got the line replaced, i didnt have caller id and didnt get it up and running either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ive been debating over the need for caller id with daddy for countless of times. i feel uber PEK CHEK everytime we talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: convenience. it allows me to call the person back if i missed his/her call&lt;br /&gt;dad: if it's important, he/she will call back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: sometimes during lessons or where-ever/whenever, i cannot receive the call at tt point of time&lt;br /&gt;dad: if you cannot receive a call, off your phone. they will send an sms to tell you what call u missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but i dont consciously think about my phone all the time! u mean i haf to on and off my phone 5 times in one lesson? i only need to ignore my hp at CERTAIN 5minute timings when im trying to make sense of things in class&lt;br /&gt;dad: just off your phone in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what if someone needs to contact me? urgently?!&lt;br /&gt;dad: ok, tell me when are you of utmost importance that someone has no one to contact but YOU. only YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: say, a last minute job assignment? relief teaching? and my hp is off they cant contact me!&lt;br /&gt;dad: like what i said. if it's important, they will call again. if they dont call back, it means there isnt a need for you to call back either. so, you still dont need a caller id. and, if your hp is off, means you cant talk. so, caller id wont be of any help either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but if i have caller id, i can make exception to my i-cant-ans-phone-now timings!&lt;br /&gt;dad: if you could, den who ask you to off your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRRGHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the 5bucks we're debating over. it's his stubborness and blockhead and blah concepts/logic of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] ok ive been having caller id last time, and have been conditioned to using it. taking it away from me is #%!@#!% but yeah since ive been living without it without much drama mama these mths, okay i will live without it. just stop trying to debate with me over it. OKAY. it's totally not gonne help things[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4109648924317006652?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4109648924317006652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4109648924317006652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/caller-id.html' title='caller id?'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-5662024321116581036</id><published>2008-08-27T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:16:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>so yes, i am back from thailand recce, the land of smiles. did you know, they use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sanitary chopsticXs?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2T3T6z4I/AAAAAAAAFm0/yaNoox-5Wlg/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2T3T6z4I/AAAAAAAAFm0/yaNoox-5Wlg/s400/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871981431639938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2XM5GnPI/AAAAAAAAFm8/NEr57mbTgHY/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2XM5GnPI/AAAAAAAAFm8/NEr57mbTgHY/s400/DSC00760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238872038764354802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;co leaders of Oracle08. it's always good to have a fellow christian around at trips. keeps your eyes fixed on the Lord even though u are out of your home country and in a holiday mood. A fellow brother/sister in christ keeps things in check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in a blink of an eye, im already into week 2 of school! so fast so fast. the holidays was a long 4mths, and the sudden placement of me in school is kinda unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new term, new start. im so gonna work hard. (ok fine we all say tt every term).&lt;br /&gt;new look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2RO7ttjI/AAAAAAAAFmc/REf-bUrkxds/s1600-h/eric2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2RO7ttjI/AAAAAAAAFmc/REf-bUrkxds/s400/eric2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871936232961586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same same&lt;br /&gt;but different&lt;br /&gt;(smu frens internal joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2Rnlq1-I/AAAAAAAAFmk/-_JE2nNVFr8/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2Rnlq1-I/AAAAAAAAFmk/-_JE2nNVFr8/s400/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871942851385314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new profs&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THIS REMINDS ME OF A STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, theres this mathematical term R with a dash on top of it, and it reads "R-bar". but this prof of mine read it in such a way that "R bar" sounded like "ah bah" (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duck meat in hokkien&lt;/span&gt;). I WAS LAUGHING THE WHOLE LESSON CAN! and i was at first-class seats! (i.e. front row, right under his nose). i almost died laughing, and i felt really reeealllyyyyy baaaad. i hid half of my face in my jacket. and no thanks to fellow classmates who randomly tease me&lt;br /&gt;"hey hazel i ask you ah...&lt;br /&gt;.. what is ah bah"&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new food missions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2SJeIEkI/AAAAAAAAFms/aDJRI92shh4/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2SJeIEkI/AAAAAAAAFms/aDJRI92shh4/s400/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871951946551874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ6Px03lPI/AAAAAAAAFnE/OBLXFdCYMbg/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ6Px03lPI/AAAAAAAAFnE/OBLXFdCYMbg/s400/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238876309286262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIMSUM BUFFET YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;hahaha checkout mings surface level nitrogen narcosis look&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh getting fat fat fat fat. (but japanese raku buffet is nxt on the list! lol)&lt;br /&gt;it's wed today. and i hope tmr n friday n this wkend comes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i feel so empty without a camera  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-5662024321116581036?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5662024321116581036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/5662024321116581036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladedaa.html' title='updates!'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SLQ2T3T6z4I/AAAAAAAAFm0/yaNoox-5Wlg/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3990025907963399785</id><published>2008-08-19T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:39:04.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing emails IS A CHORE</title><content type='html'>blahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ive been spending eons trying to clear my emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SPAMMING MAN.&lt;br /&gt;one event send 6 emaliers, it's only 2nd day of sch!&lt;br /&gt;abit too much yo yo. with lousy photoshopping skills also. stop it man grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun like clearing emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 10plus pm and im off to snooooooooze. tireddddd. bye world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3990025907963399785?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3990025907963399785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3990025907963399785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/clearing-emails-is-chore.html' title='clearing emails IS A CHORE'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-3188330241722653829</id><published>2008-08-18T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:58:59.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-3188330241722653829?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3188330241722653829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/3188330241722653829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-1-of-school.html' title='day 1 of school'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-4079924224032815009</id><published>2008-08-10T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:36:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jetplane</title><content type='html'>yoyo.&lt;br /&gt;will be away on Oracle 08 cip recce trip from 11-18aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me at littletots_@hotmail.com i`ll get back to you whenever i have internet access .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything urgent, hmm, too bad you gotta wait&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;neh, sms me at this number: 90167346&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thailand, here i come, again!&lt;br /&gt;(i shld srsly get citizenship)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-4079924224032815009?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4079924224032815009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/4079924224032815009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='leaving on a jetplane'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-2322009443738230261</id><published>2008-08-10T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:24:02.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP08</title><content type='html'>nth much.&lt;br /&gt;i tink my parents and i switched roles today.&lt;br /&gt;mum went JB for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;dad went NDP parade with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home and handled sister and brother. wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you guys see the part where the fighter planes did the oh-we're-gonna-fake-crash stunt?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3SnDUtX9I/AAAAAAAAFls/4K3FINmUoWU/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3SnDUtX9I/AAAAAAAAFls/4K3FINmUoWU/s400/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232569910423281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-2322009443738230261?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2322009443738230261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/2322009443738230261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazel-.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp08.html' title='NDP08'/><author><name>not an ordinary nut.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554221035456643608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/8765/320/pretty%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3SnDUtX9I/AAAAAAAAFls/4K3FINmUoWU/s72-c/DSC00756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19200328.post-8683126739378422287</id><published>2008-08-10T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:36:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oikos!08, the escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RPwGMJqI/AAAAAAAAFlE/1vbuS3sb2CU/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RPwGMJqI/AAAAAAAAFlE/1vbuS3sb2CU/s400/DSC00732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232568410613491362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why so serious? i aint the joker. im deathnote's death god and i love apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQEqIITI/AAAAAAAAFlM/8yVjzg31Qdg/s1600-h/n530740685_1166000_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQEqIITI/AAAAAAAAFlM/8yVjzg31Qdg/s400/n530740685_1166000_5136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232568416132931890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edward scissorhands giving me a trim. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQLRsZbI/AAAAAAAAFlU/hQ7NNwciQEU/s1600-h/n530740685_1165989_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQLRsZbI/AAAAAAAAFlU/hQ7NNwciQEU/s400/n530740685_1165989_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232568417909499314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YESSAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQeOkcXI/AAAAAAAAFlc/4W_NHP7ogk0/s1600-h/n530740685_1166074_9080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQeOkcXI/AAAAAAAAFlc/4W_NHP7ogk0/s400/n530740685_1166074_9080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232568422996668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was shagged, it was full of running, it was russell-peters and europe-trip watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was all worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQXXihCI/AAAAAAAAFlk/SGOng3oIMCw/s1600-h/n530740685_1165986_403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ3RQXXihCI/AAAAAAAAFlk/SGOng3oIMCw/s400/n530740685_1165986_403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232568421155243042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG Deathnote -- winner OG of Oikos08! the escapade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D60HTMfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/hfyWU2kAy08/s1600-h/n530740685_1165937_4482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D60HTMfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/hfyWU2kAy08/s400/n530740685_1165937_4482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232835232240185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D7CxzyWI/AAAAAAAAFmE/srW8xHWl4l8/s1600-h/n530740685_1165745_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D7CxzyWI/AAAAAAAAFmE/srW8xHWl4l8/s400/n530740685_1165745_1485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232835236176578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D60jcZQI/AAAAAAAAFl8/NeKY1WQo6AI/s1600-h/n530740685_1165754_4787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPMpnpLhCw/SJ7D60jcZQI/AAAAAAAAFl8/NeKY1WQo6AI/s400/n530740685_1165754_4787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232835232358229250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sad thing, despite struggling for 2 rounds in the sand, they got me on the third and dunked me into the sea. tt's fine. my electronics didnt go into the sea with me, yay. but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camera died&lt;/span&gt; from seawater-poisoning from someone's wet body/hands/whatever. pffffffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please donate generously to hazel's camera fund. all proceeds will go to getting a handy camera for the photowhore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19200328-8683126739378422287?l=hazel-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8683126739378422287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19200328/posts/default/8683126739378422287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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