<?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-12745741</id><updated>2012-01-14T11:18:50.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Dimension</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking for a New me... Seaching for a Fresh space...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7481448268387458657</id><published>2011-10-08T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:36:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey yoz Bloggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes how I wish you are a real person.&lt;br /&gt;Today... no just now... we quarreled. Actually what started off was ridiculous small and insignificant. Picking up a fight with someone is never back me off. Resisting me to one, push me further into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hold back my arm, stop me from going. Pulling my bag in a cinema. I asked him why is he stopping me, he said he wanted me to cool down first. Perhaps he doesn't know by stopping me, it heated me up more. In the taxi we argued about all these. He did raise his voice a little. I know he is similarly pissed off. Fine, 'Point taken' was all I said in the end. No idea what was it referring to. I simply more pissed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know does he really know what makes me so angry. I knew I said something that touch his ouch spot, but that's what I feel exactly at that moment of time. 'Deserted' may sound hush, standby me was someone else's boyfriend. Where is mine?? That's was back then. Happened long ago. The feelings hit me exactly the same just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the taxi, a lot of things came back to me. I remember once, I was stopped by my Dad to hit a boy for stealing my train engine. Literally being stop. Dad's arm across me to prevent me moving forward. Till this point, I am still remember why. Someone else took my train set engine, and I cant defend myself for a little thief. My own dad stop me. Why?? I have no answer. In the end, the train set not able to play with anymore automatically because my train engine was taken by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Why me suffers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't understand why I am so stubborn and aggressive. During my younger times, when I was being bullied, reporting to adults doesn't help. In the end, the most was being tick off for other party. But left behind was hurt on my own. My first slap to someone was when I am in primary school. That's was when I really blow my top. Although I got tick off later, I was not bullied anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Stubbornness and aggressive has well protect me so long. I have survive so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why he can't just pacify me or even support me at least....&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the covation. In reality, I do understand that two tickets should let family go. I really do understand. But I confirmed he has completely forgotten he said he will meet me after the event. For so many months, I been looking forward to go and see him graduate. Although I can't go in the end, why can he forget what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-7481448268387458657?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7481448268387458657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7481448268387458657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7481448268387458657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7481448268387458657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-yoz-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1717954951739199996</id><published>2011-08-27T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:45:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here again.... Perhaps I can only expressed myself in words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went drinking yesterday. Alone. This is the first time... I went back to the place I used to cry when I am sad and lost. I can't believed I went back there. I didn't cry yesterday. But I do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a silly me... waiting for the hand phone rings. It did rang. Just the TMA mates and others... I don't know why am I am waiting so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to tell him anymore, the more I tell him, he do will do it in my way in the end. No point at all. He asked me if I want him to be out there, what is the point of asking? Even I said yes, he comes, its my pushing. What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very stress these days. But I don't know why I felt so alone. I can't tell anyone. I know in very stress mode coz' my body has already told me so. I can't remember simple things, I can't think properly. My period had missed. I am so tired. In the end, I cried in this corner of mine. No one knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to tell him things. Since that swimming night, that night even passed by that dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go his place anymore... Its always when there is something to do, I be there to do something. Why can't we spend a day without mediocre things???? I used to go there without any reason. Even, I don't get to see the other way. Do we need a reason just to meet? So many times, he came my house with a reason. Can be a mediocre thing like fixing a computer. The other is when I have already mad with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to tell him any more things, its only sorry I heard, he gets fed-up, and I get him to do the things that I want. No point anymore. By telling him, he move along the way that I want. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mediocre thing that I thought I can discuss it with him. The window period ending soon. Now I realized that its so mediocre that I can decide on my own.  Decide for myself. Gal, you can decide for yourself. You are a big gal now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept good yesterday after drinking. Had a sweet dream. I bet I was smiling in my dreams. Felt bad its just a dream, to wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLTR songs playing since that night. That night, not memories that came back. Its a sad feeling that came back. The feeling is so strong. I know these songs perhaps was heard when I was sad, very sad. But I don't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being sentimental, in Chinese I called it &lt;/span&gt;感性&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Perhaps I can't expect all to be like that. Perhaps call it - Put in too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-1717954951739199996?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1717954951739199996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1717954951739199996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1717954951739199996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1717954951739199996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-bloggy-i-am-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-3573466939799262093</id><published>2011-04-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:27:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i juz mad with him. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i heard fr clazz ninty five, something caught my attention. 'she does nt really knows what i want, i move on'. It caught me thinking, why is it si difficult to expresss my wantz ti him n hus ti me??? If is so hard now, how long this patience wil tarhan?? There r so many thungs i could not tell him. There r so many things i duno how to tell him. There r so many thungs that once the moment is over, it wont come back anymore... I hate being stuck here... Being no where...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-3573466939799262093?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/3573466939799262093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=3573466939799262093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3573466939799262093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3573466939799262093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-juz-mad-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-64704596599066915</id><published>2010-11-13T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:08:18.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been a long long time I been here. Exams coming soon. Study not much. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. Woken up feeling stunned. Dream of walking down the aisle. With a simple of 'yes', its just a go ahead. Go ahead at the instance itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mixed feelings I had is like, its not a fairy tale story. There are many many things to consider about. Its not only us. Its about so many other things. Its a contact that more has a lot more hassles than any other Proforma Invoices I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is getting hitch is just a about practical choice? Or people do it just for the sake of 'its time', 'I am old enough' or 'we been so long'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what I want to hear is just that, its all about me. Not other 'practical' reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside of the dream is that, "Where is my ang bao?" from the first guest that arrive. Haha... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-64704596599066915?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/64704596599066915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=64704596599066915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/64704596599066915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/64704596599066915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-long-long-time-i-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1225717752487867367</id><published>2010-02-20T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:37:43.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder... why I only come here when I am sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breakdown that night. First night of Lunar New Year. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. I know. I am scared to see doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what I want is not just say bring me see doctor, but to understand why. I don't trust doctors.  Sometimes somethings, is not ask it helps. Heart is what matters most. I can feel if the heart is there or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked for medical help. Worried about cost. If per trip cost hundred plus, how many times I need to go? In the end, does it helps at all? Went to a professional care before. Couple of times. Wastes time, waste money. Confused medical explanations due to a messy and disorganized doctor. Mind you, its a big hospital. its just a job to this doctor. you can feel it. No heart. Money perhaps. Or hitting "patient-consultations" quota matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am a little emotional strained. Sometimes I felt my energy and mental strength are drained off in many channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more love, is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why. Sometimes I am with green eyes. When I see this someone go miles for that someone. I realized I do.  But I also realized, there is no this someone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little scared to put in the same amount of love and initiative as for the club. Once bitten, twice shy. I remembered I go miles for this baby. But when it collapsed, my heart went dead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a little metal heart-ed. Coz' no idea if I can handle another blow if there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-1225717752487867367?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1225717752487867367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1225717752487867367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1225717752487867367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1225717752487867367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2227269133633418754</id><published>2010-02-13T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:30:14.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is cny eve. Last nite got a fight. Same old issue tat they cant live with each other.. The nonsense is weighting me down, i juz want to go slp and never awake to face all this. Its the hurt in me living off me.. Eating me alive from inside. How painful it is.. Being happy is so hard is it?? It has become a luxxury... For me... I could have run away... But i cant... My kids... They are hurting too. How will they feel when they grow up? I already feel the pain that is eating me out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-2227269133633418754?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2227269133633418754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2227269133633418754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2227269133633418754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2227269133633418754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-cny-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2528087871159630059</id><published>2010-01-24T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:46:42.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey bloggy.. Its going to be end of weekend soon. Feeling depress abit. Well, these days going work is like going to war. No matter what issues or whom, things aren't running smooth. Breathing down my neck is what they did. I know bottom line is profit. Don't understand why L boss always use this sort of way to stress ppl up. Use bonuses, in reds etc. Damn sian. The year before told me abt office in red, last year was showing me the pl statement. A days back was saying something abt bonuses don't have. Zzzz... Feeling damn stress these days, chest have the tight compress at times. Didnt sleep well these days at all. The amount of load on me is weighing me down. Family, friends, health, future. I so worried ant yen everyday life, sometimes wonder what if i gone earlier then him, will he be ok? Worried abt my kids going wrong path. My health already affecting me. My period has been missing for months. Ate supplements as doc recommend, but don't seems to help. Well, funny thing is I always complain abt monthly period is a chore, but now isnt what i wanted??? But i am worried... What if one day got married and found out that the dream of two kids is dash, what can i do??? Its nt fair for him too.. His dreams of two would go down the drain too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unhappy. Can i run far far away??? Away from all the people that i love n care? I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i am stuck here... Save me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-2528087871159630059?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2528087871159630059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2528087871159630059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2528087871159630059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2528087871159630059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7207553572524381098</id><published>2010-01-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:23:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dear  bloggy ... I am so tired now. Of life at times too. I am happy now of sort but in the end at nite juz before i slept, i somehow was reminded nothing is forever. My family, my kids, my love. I have to go off one day. Meet my lord. U know how sad it felt?? Even wake up, its not juz a bad dream that i can tell myself, but something that will happen one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who can i talk to abt my fear? Everyone faces what i face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7207553572524381098?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7207553572524381098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7207553572524381098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7207553572524381098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7207553572524381098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4317543143038437462</id><published>2009-12-20T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:52:19.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I had dinner with the club people. Been a nice evening. Hope the rest enjoy themselves. Gift exchanged too. Hope the girl don't get too disappointed after unwrapping mine. I think my wrapper too striking and too hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the conclusion I had yesterday was that the group comprise of too many types of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shy shy.&lt;br /&gt;Some anything also ok.&lt;br /&gt;Some very enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;Some just don't considered others' feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, don't know lar... If I am in good old days, I could have boycott people whom is out to move the group into a different directions. I remember the guy T that I did that to when I in schooling time. Created so many trouble then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I already boh-cham. Is more of a social group to hang out together. So, not my problem even though some seems out of the group. Sometimes I feel sad that people seems to be out of the circle. I mean we are used to be friends that had fun, now seems off the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Aaron yesterday briefly. In the end, I don't know whom to side or do what to resolve the invisible wall that seems to constructed. I knew the problem all along, but it is like do I need to take things in my hand? I appreciated that friendship I had with him earlier (and now still), just that he seems drifting off... haiz... how to pull him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like, there are some north, south poles magnet and metal nature exist in the group. If you introduce one south pole, north pole will attracted and south poles repel away. While some metals will attract no matter what is the magnet pole. I know metal natural is the best to exist in any social circle. But neither I have a metal nature within me. I has a magnet nature!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tried to be more understanding and flexible.  Be abit of metal nature to preserve all the friendships that exist in this wonderful social circle. That is why sometimes Di cannot tarhan. Sometimes I find him no love to the social circle. But I know he know the limits and I know he doing the way I can't bring myself to do it, so in the end he seems to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai yo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just finish some documentations for the insurance thingy. Damn lor sor... haiz... Need documentations here and there... Already gave them the permission to get the clinical abstract, still come bug me with medical conditions that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt; in the clinical abstract. If I know what is the exact contents and medical terms, I would have become a doctor right? $%%$^%$^. I feel that it is just covering asses procedures should the premiums need to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as the medical institution I went earlier. So business like. Where is the medical  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE&lt;/span&gt; that government always says. Even the doctor I that she is so messy on her desk and personality, how can I trust her? FUCK off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon thinking about the above, the latest Saw 6 plot came into my mind. Sometimes  I think the head of such insurance corporations should go watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe "Angel" corporations exist. Business mean Business.&lt;/span&gt; When money at strike, asses need to covered. Matter most is - whose asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4317543143038437462?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4317543143038437462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4317543143038437462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4317543143038437462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4317543143038437462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-i-had-dinner-with-club-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8750901433728905779</id><published>2009-12-19T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:59:30.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot go back sleep. Only slept 4 hours and wake up by a bad bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad pass on. but do see this soul. Talked to him too. I cried very hard. very hard. I ran away from the funeral procession. Gor came running after me. In the end, he lead me back. I was still crying. I have to gathering 10 essential items for Dad, I don't remember the things much.&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet&lt;br /&gt;- Keys&lt;br /&gt;- Lighter&lt;br /&gt;- Theresa Teng CD&lt;br /&gt;- Bak Gua&lt;br /&gt;- Cheng Ting&lt;br /&gt;- Family Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up when I want to gather last 2 items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry. Even is just a dream. It feels so real. I even have the "after effect crying" feeling when I woke up. I started to cry again. I don't know why. It really scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my late grandpa pass on, dejavu hit me. Exactly the same. I knew what is happening next at the procession - what people will say and do etc. That's was then I realized I did dream about late grandpa pass on. I told mum what happen, but she brush it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I am a nut case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams like these... scared me. Scared that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sitting here realized something. No matter what he did, he is still my dad. I should accept what he did. I still love him after all. I can't bear to see he leave. I will still collapse if he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is just a negative feeling at times. But people says, in the end &lt;/span&gt;尘归尘,土归土.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole phrase &amp;amp; meaning is actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尘归尘，土归土，&lt;br /&gt;让往生者安宁，让在世者重获解脱。&lt;br /&gt;ashes to ashes, dust to dust;&lt;br /&gt;in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection unto eternal life……&lt;br /&gt;你是什么就终究是什么，生命轮回, 从哪里来就会回到哪里去。&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-8750901433728905779?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8750901433728905779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8750901433728905779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8750901433728905779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8750901433728905779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cannot-go-back-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4215881077554127576</id><published>2009-12-09T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:37:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am in a daze now. Things going wrong. the Card I making, size don't tally. Worry lack of money if anything goes wrong. Need to maintain the connections with people so it won't appear using them when you need them. Worry about work. Stress at work. Stress that Ah Yen cannot cope with life. Cannot cope with work. Scared that Ah Zhong fall into bad company. Scared that Ah Mei meet accidents or strangers when she go out herself. Scared she cannot make it in school. Scared that they don't have happy times. Scared that they face the same thing as me.  blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS WEIGHTING ME DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door and cry. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to organized camping overnight, only the kids seems excited. Mum &amp;amp; Dad no comments. Treat as never hear it. I already trying my best to keep my family together. I don't want to force. I don't want to face the same moment because I cried Dad stay for a while to blow Ah Zhong birthday candles. He went off straight after the song. You know I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I always thought family is together. Mum and Dad is always there. I took it for granted. There is no happy ever after at all. I have childhood happy memories where family outings are so happy. I want to give my kids the same things too. But in the end, only we four going to the campping. Ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SCREAM AT THEM. WHAT THEY WANT???? THEY BRING US INTO THIS WORLD, FOR WHAT. TO ENDURE THE VOID IN MY HOUSE NOW? I FEEL SO UNLOVE. I TRIED TO MAKE EVERYTHING BACK NORMAL, BUT IT IS NOT. EVERYDAY IS TO ENDURE THE STUPID FAKE NORMALNESS IN THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days been involuntary imagine if I die... Thinking how many percent should go to my kids... Sometimes I told Di about my issues, I cried a lot in the end. Although I am sad, I want to share with him how I feel. But I scared that Di is sicked of me, my crying, my worries. In the end, I seems to put on that mask and cry to myself. Like here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my kids. I just read about suicide survivors. How they cope with the questions and shame withe someone pass on in suicide cases. I realized that they might have malfunction or has a void in their life in the future. I always imagine if I am gone, how Di's life will be. Will he back to his old self? Talk to the wall. Stare at the TV etc etc. I don't know. The only thing that is keeping me alive is them. Sometimes, I don't know how to tell them life is good. Ultimately everyone will face death. I so scared to tell them the truth. I been crying to sleep many years when I suddenly realized that ultimately I will die and everyone is away from me. I am so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless. I been trying to keep myself sane. Trying to. I am really exhausted. I really feel so sad. Hurt. I heard voices out there. Others is still revolving outside my room door. But I am crying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows anything???? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4215881077554127576?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4215881077554127576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4215881077554127576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4215881077554127576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4215881077554127576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-in-daze-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4770244021423536044</id><published>2009-10-16T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:48:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just want to record my feelings now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a fight on Wed night. Till now, yet resolved. Di sent me a message last night after I slept. After I sms him good nite. He mentioned that I am making him feeling horible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for his sms before I doze off. When I wake up very early in the morning, I saw his missed call and 2 messages. I never read the message yet till I wake up fully. Coz I looking forward to the message, perhaps something will touched me like the one in Bangkok. I anticipate it. I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His SMS just consist of one clear message. I reply back when I am going to work. A long message consisted of 8 SMS. My true feelings. I don't know how he will interprate it. Was debating with myself should I wake him up for the morning call and talk to him? Will he have a good mind to talk? Will I spoilt his day when he opens his eyes? In the end I choose not to wake him up by the morning call and SMS him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly am I? I still got worried if he can wake up in time for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got his message. He asked do I want to watch movie with him today. I was completely taken off guard. We are still fighting, how come still ask such a qns? I really don't know how and what to reply him. I told him the truth. Told him that I am taken off guard and needed a talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we going to meet tonight and have a talk. Place I set it at National Musemum. It is my happy memories with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how the talk will go tonight. I am thinking of the worst. Maybe we have to go seperate ways after tonight. If he asked, I don't know what will be my answer be. For I know, I will be more disappointed and upset than angry.... if he choose to let me go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want his love and hugs which I can't get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best tonight gal. No matter what happens, Be Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4770244021423536044?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4770244021423536044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4770244021423536044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4770244021423536044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4770244021423536044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-want-to-record-my-feelings-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-3527975504275482534</id><published>2009-10-02T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:17:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I have a sudden urge of energy building up in me. Is like the body preparing for a battle of sort. Is a sub conscious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts came into my mind. Is about Gor’s late mum. It happened on my late auntie’s funeral wake. The final night. His jerk dad brought over the mistress’s son. Considered half brother I think. There was a sort of commotion when someone board cast that illegitimate son was coming. I don’t remember if Gor did lost his cool. But I remembered my mum dragged him one side to talk. I guess was those, “What done is done, let it go” stuff of talk. I think only my mum was the calmest of all that night. After all, late auntie already sort of acknowledges the existence of this illegitimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, if I was in Gor’s shoe that time, I don’t think I will be so calm to accept what is already there. Accept can, until I made a mark. Perhaps I will pretend to accept and agree to let the illegitimate to be present then. You know, that mistress never appeared that night actually, can see how embarrass her action was. The bastard was fetched over by the jerk father. He came alone. Dare to do it, be sure you dare to show face. Coward mother. Seizing the little boy is not a problem. Mind you, he was about 4 years then. What I want will be the mistress to be present and kowtow in front of late auntie’s wake. And suffer humiliation in front of everyone. So, grab the boy and threaten to break the arm till I see the mistress is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know the above scenario is not able to happen. Why? Because even before the mistress arrive, I believe the police had came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I never really treat the boy well that next day which was the burial day. He happened to be in my care for a while. I shoved him again and again. I think my parents saw what I did, that’s why they took over. My parents never scold nor question me. For I believed that they know what I am feeling. Poor boy, should been scare and confuse then. I wasn’t feeling guilty. Even until today. I just regretted that I wasn’t much older then to think more to do more. That illegitimate should have grown up and be told that his existence on this Earth is redundant and cause pain and death of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold down the feelings I had. I can’t accept betrayal in any promises made. Although is not my problem, but I can’t help to feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why news articles that report the wife turned violent due to the infidelity; I can’t help to feel sad. For the woman. There are reports that the wife actually burns the groin of the husband while he is sleeping. I actually understand how it feels. I am happy for what the wife did. Caused the husband deserved what he had. You know how sad the wife felt then to hurt someone she loved so much? Is the pain that drive her to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will give reasons like, “Is their own family issue, we outsiders should not interfere. It takes 2 hands to clap. We won’t know who is in the wrong. Or the wife is not loving as before” etc. Not a very solid reason that I can accept. If between them has a problem, the husband should not seek solace in other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I live in olden days, I may be the one whom ordered the adulteress to be drown in pig cages while the adulterer watch on. He won’t be allowed to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-3527975504275482534?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/3527975504275482534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=3527975504275482534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3527975504275482534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3527975504275482534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-morning-i-have-sudden-urge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1110387338205045032</id><published>2009-09-22T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:45:28.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know how it felt when I feel helpless on what he is facing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to him today thu' MSN. I have wronged him. He had things preoccupied in his mind. Not things about us. But confuse about life. I know he is unhappy with stuff, disappointed with what life gong to give him. I feel the same, but I never say a word. Strangely I told him a branch of words that I know it is correct but things I don't really know how to go about it. I wasn't angry with him. But more of disappointed with him for leaving me out of his problems but not share with me... Am I not dependable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-1110387338205045032?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1110387338205045032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1110387338205045032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1110387338205045032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1110387338205045032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-how-it-felt-when-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5002529211409839993</id><published>2009-09-19T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:50:51.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the 2nd night of a long weekend. 2nd night that I going to cry myself to sleep I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I just read something from a book. Love is never a 50-50 balance equation. It can be a 70-30 or 60-40. Am I the one whom loves him more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help to think in this way. Today isn't the first time I felt this way. Every time, I tried to push him away to see if we really meant for each other, I am always the one whom regret in it later. Is like, I want to run down a path so he can follow me but in the end I slowed myself down just in case he give up chasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a while ago, he went to loan someone's car for tomorrow Jalan Raya. I understand that he may need to wake up early morning for prayers tomorrow. But deeply I hope he will drive to find me for a while. I never on mobile phone tone at home or anywhere. But I just turned it on earlier, hoping he will be downstairs. My special ringtone for his mobile number did rang. Before I pickup the call, I told myself he cares after all. Then, he told me he already reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years back, when he got a motorbike, he purposely drove over to pass me a DVD he ordered for me. He don't exactly have my address then. But managed to drop it at my letter box. Lovely isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident is the one moment I deeply remember. Since then, no other incident did overwrites it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell me, "Guys are block heads, must tell them what to do then you get what you want." The thing is, what is the point of telling them, just to get the result? Yes, by telling them what you want, you can get what you wanted eventually, but is it the main point? No, is like getting the things done without the initiative to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one cares, there is no need to be told to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I always said, I seem getting tired to run after him. To him, what meant to be is meant to be. To me, it doesn't mean it will drop from the sky from just sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is like having a pot of flowers. It needs water, sunlight and nutrients. Is not like cactus. It requires time to nurture it. When you love something, one will automatically do what is needed. Extra love and care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am so scared that the extra care and love I have for him will diminish one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain words of "I love you" doesn't mean anything if it is not meant so. Repeating every time doesn't mean more, it may be just repetition like a forever-loop Java code. You know, like a SOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if he knows he is repeating the words again when multitasking his chores and me on the phone. I was seldom the priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call you back" becomes "Time to end the call. I doing some chores and talk to you tomorrow" to me. At times he called back. At times I doze off sleeping. At times I woke up the next day and realized no call or SMS after all. Sometimes when I woke up in the morning, how I wish to have a good morning message or a good nite message that was left after I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he cares. But how much worth I have in his heart? 80-20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wonder, did he even ever come here to see my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to hate my Fridays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-5002529211409839993?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5002529211409839993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5002529211409839993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5002529211409839993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5002529211409839993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-2nd-night-of-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2610479278556317750</id><published>2009-09-14T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:34:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey bloggy... I am back again... I know I always turn to you when something on my mind. I know you don't mind... haha... This is a delayed post of last week, been wanting to come over, but always another excuse of not surfacing online... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today perhaps now, I am not really happy nor unhappy... Just neautal for once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day I went over to Di's house crying. I cried while waiting for bus. Even the person up above is trying to be funny to me. There is no taxi to flag at all. So cry all the way to YCK in the bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know why I cried? Because I realized that I will be seeing Di soon which will remind me what is between of us. The huge rock in between. I missed his hugs, laughers, jokes, console and accompany always. But I can't shake it off the thought that there is something missing between us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A common path of belief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seek answer from him one of the weekday. I got his answer from him. He told me he would want to believe more in his religion. He felt that people are more happy when they have some faith. He hoping me to have some belief too. Hope not force.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon hearing this, I felt my heart sank. Tears rolled down quietly. Because I realized that is either him or me. To compromise. To give up the identity of oneself. Normally people expect the lady partner to change and believe what the guy believe in. Di blurted out that he will compromise, upon seeing me in tears. I can't help to feel more hurt as I feel that he has to give up his belief to be with me. Is like either me or his religion. I feel bad, sad and lost. I don't want him to be like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The choice left is if I want to be with Di, I have to believe in what he has been brought up with or seperate with him. I don't want the latter one. But is there any other choice? Its a opportunity cost sort of situation. I can't have both sides of the world and strike a balance in between. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple things like fasting, I never tried it. The most I had is skip lunch. Lack of water is a No-No for me. The knowledge I had on why need to fast, is that so oneself can understand the poor suffering without food / water. However, my question is - why fast when end of the day more food is consume after breaking fast? I don't understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a girl whom eat vegetables only because his boyfriend is a vegetarian. That's sweet isn't it? They are people whom I know personally. I still eat pork when not with Di. I don't touch common heavy pork meals like "Bak Gu Teh" or "Guay Chap" anymore as I can't take the smell already. However, I still eat sliced meat when at home. Some times, I feel that the frequency that Mum cook the pig necktie or the ngor hiap for me to eat is cause in case I can't eat any more in the future. I feel sad. For Mum. I always cried when I think of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I eat beef for instance, but actually my brought up forbid me to do so. I still eat beef from time to time cause I don't see what is the real reason for not so. Same for pork I guess. To me, everything is just a belief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may ask me why I so insist of not believing in a religion. Why am I so pain in the ass. Is like something is not physically there to believe in. My reason to the existance of religion is that, it was created long long time ago as human mental is weak, they need some thing supernatural to exist up there to calm them down or confidence without fear. Its like a central of gravity in humans. To make them strong &amp;amp; stable, a faith that keep people sane. Or something to turn to when encounter a obstacle. See, my understanding is this: It was created not really exist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always ask this question, what if after the end of your life journey, you found out that it is all a fraud? I always think that death is a forever sleep. No floating around or what-so-ever. I am scared still, caused if that is the case, when we come to the forever sleep, we will lose everything that matters to us alot. Like family. We lose all our contact. The intense fear envelops me whenever I think of this. That, ultimately we will go one day. No route to escape. Its a truth not a myth. It will happen to everyone of us one day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I respect Di's religion still. Try my possible best not to overturn his belief in him. But how correct am I? His is accurate or mine? I don't think I will have a perfect answer from anyone as it depends whom I speak to. Like, if I speak to a priest, he will say Lord is up there. If you speak to a scienctist, will tell you stars is up there. See, you get fish when you speak to a fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how thick is the shell that is around me? Will I break though one day and found enlightenment? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A half glass water is always half &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2610479278556317750?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2610479278556317750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2610479278556317750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2610479278556317750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2610479278556317750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4395665062868423973</id><published>2009-07-19T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:31:14.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a weekend that is just for me. Meant for me. Not busy with something or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fight with Di on Friday night. Something that I don't really know how to put into words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of times that I wish we can live and walk down the path forever. To have a family that is belong to us and support each other when life brings joy and turbulence to us. I long to have such. Is it a fairytale? Or it can happen?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I seek perfection. A person with passion whom disregards the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like, my love for photography once that shook me . I really don't know whom can fully understand my love for it then. Sacrificing time, academic results and some friends for the hobby. Yes, there was times that I was  the only one whom roam the dark streets of the night with my camera. Some people don't understands why. But there was no regrets. Love for the expression of my feelings thu' the lens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's was all, I guess. Not sure anything that came that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, perhaps that is obsession. To me that passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dare to say I deeply in love once. &lt;/span&gt;After I lost this love, life gets plain. Been seeking to find back. Tried and failed. Completely given up. Hopeless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are responsibilities that can't be taken off this lifetime. Lover perhaps can come that close if he can forsake the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to just elope with my guy. To go far far away and love each other till end of time. Giving up all the mediocre of life. Live as per today. I don't understands why some things or rules are to be observe. Having a grand wedding doesn't guarantee anything. Perhaps I can't bring myself to believe a marriage certification can brings. Looking at my parents, I am stuck. Just like the song by Kelly Clackson - Because of you. See the MTV clip, you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I choose to love him, I should have know how much changes there will be. But I didn't know these are so overwhelming. I have so many doubts that  questions what he believes in. I believed in Science for example. My guy did mentioned that we can go see a teacher to pose him all the doubts I have. It will be a very very long list of questions to be asked. Hope it won't drive the teacher up the wall. Sometimes I don't know that long list of questions is being drawn up by me because I have doubts or just refuse to believe what others believe in. Is like a Chicken or Egg first question. You pose it to different persons, you get different results, but there won't be any model answers to verify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know where we are heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to see a counselor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get to marry off with my love one day, this is the song that I will play along with my salsa dance with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tata Young › I Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel the heat around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel the beat surrounds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Could this be for real, I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No need for hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Its time for celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Will this be the night Ive waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When angels fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heaven knows, does it show, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If this love, will last for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Set me on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I believe, I believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And like the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They shine, let it shine over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Set me free I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And that our love is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh I believe, I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I see that people dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boys and girls romancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They want this to last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cause underneath the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everything is alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Were reaching our hands up in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To where the souls alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heaven knows, that it shows oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If this love, will last for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Set me on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I believe, I believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And like the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They shine, let it shine over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Set me free I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And that our love is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh I believe, I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How could I doubt, what was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everything I needed was in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Your healing touch, will lift me up in the sky, so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I finally get across the demons I have and believes the happiness that we are seeking together. I believe in LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4395665062868423973?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4395665062868423973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4395665062868423973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4395665062868423973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4395665062868423973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-weekend-that-is-just-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4101249134594061699</id><published>2009-07-13T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:11:22.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today neither PMSing or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to live life with schedules. Week by week, day by day... I got kind of tired today, as I over stretched last week. Perhaps I getting old bah... Can't chiong too much at night. Get kind of sleepy around 3am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happen to me these days. Wanted to pack as much things as possible into my 7 days a week schedule. Even I don't have anything up on the list, there is always some other things running in my mind or tapping on this 'free time. Can be shopping for household stuff, clearing room, house chore etc etc.... Is this typical Singapore mid life?? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't have leisure time. I do enjoy going out to meet my cliques... sometimes is like pack 2 days for such events... Then in the end, I felt my weekend gone... Its Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rat Race cycle just keep going on and on... Its wearing me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am trying to draw my that Bucket list out. To see how much things is undone. To be done before I kick the bucket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running short....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this mother duck brings her little ducks out for dinner... Although I have a dinner that don't worth the money, but I did enjoy the time. I love walking home with my kids. We talk we laugh. I was stoning while they are playing at the playground slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stoning. Thoughts just run in and out of mind. Random. Seeing the kids playing around, I felt I am so blissful to have my kids with me. Although we fight, I scold, they cried, at times; we are still brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I felt fear. Because I realized this is not forever. We will die someday. Where will I go, I yet know and won't know. I am scared. I also scared what will happen to my kids if I were to go anytime. I worried for Ah Yen. Will he be able to survive in this world of terror? Worried for Ah Zhong. Will he mix with wrong company one day? Worried for Ah Mei. Will she be con by someone one day. I don't know. I seriously want to keep them under my wings. To protect them from unseen dangers. Dangers that is lurking around and strike you when you unnoticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that dream warn me something? Red flood at my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4101249134594061699?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4101249134594061699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4101249134594061699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4101249134594061699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4101249134594061699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-neither-pmsing-or-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4442131186539264705</id><published>2009-05-28T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:21:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All these been running in my mind for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is marriage? What is it for? What does it symbolized? !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it is a certificate. A piece of paper that legally pronounce you man and wife in the eyes of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people says its a promise that hold 2 person together. But who never ever break one? People always have tons and tons of reasons of doing so. But what is accepted what is not? I don't see any reason can be substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2 hands to clap. But doesn't mean that the person will clap with another for the rest of the life. 'The Rest of the Life' can be mean 30 years, 40 years, 50 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I see lots of negative side of marriage. Be it an affair, be it a divorce, be it a half time for couples. Things just went off track just like that. So where is the "They lived happily ever after"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I scared the shit out of me. Just think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I wanted something or someone to swept me off my feet. You know, that   sort of impact that  caused you to be sure of your decisions. Like make me sure of the route I going to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confuse. Fear consumed me. Its tiring me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I told Di the other day. I look forward to living 2 lives together. Having kids etc. But not the cert. I guess that the cert is like a certified-chop-sold thingy. Even you don't change your mind, doesn't mean that the other won't. There is no forever. So why let that cert set the boundary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know~ really~ confused. Don't want to lose a person I love. But ... Can I aim for 100% ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4442131186539264705?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4442131186539264705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4442131186539264705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4442131186539264705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4442131186539264705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-these-been-running-in-my-mind-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7641580728183129638</id><published>2009-04-24T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:25:54.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its a weekend. Friday. A day I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed:&lt;br /&gt;- Parties of the weekends out (Many many years ago~)&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee / Tea and chit chat till wee hours&lt;br /&gt;- Alone. Stoning. Or reading a novel at some cafe.&lt;br /&gt;- Nua-ing at some beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another day I don't think I am very contented with myself. Although I can choose to stone somewhere after work, don't know why I headed home for dinner. Not because of upset stomach, but just no mood to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di is busy with his studies, projects and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Outstanding projects around my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hotel yet book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emails yet reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Homework yet do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I just refuse to attend to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just duno what to do. now. Don't really like the TV. Nothing much to surf online. No books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little refugee camp is pre-occupied now. I have no where to go but home. I think I am just not a homely person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it rains now. I want to go into the rain at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is going Bintan soon. Although he going alone, I envy him. Alot. 4 Days 3 Nights, nothing to worry about. Just stare at the sea, sky and sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I want to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there once. Its too short for me. I don't mind sit at the beach chair, and finish a lovely novel. Seeing life passes through is also fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack, Go and leave mobile at home. Just Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I have so many pull-backs? argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-7641580728183129638?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7641580728183129638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7641580728183129638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7641580728183129638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7641580728183129638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2149630968455656382</id><published>2009-04-17T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:27:29.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes on my Brithday week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooo!! my dear bloggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday just past 2 days ago~ old le &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday I felt blessed. Received a lot of wishes... Appreciate all the messages that came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how it started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xia, Di and I went Yun's house for steamboat that Good Friday weekend. wow... we bought alot of things from SSC Giant. Well, we girls prepared the food in the kitchen, and my beloved Di was in the living room play PSP! haha... I think he felt out of place with us 3 messing up the kitchen! At least he is in charge of washing up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great! Abit too full. Actually not full, its bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me was the 3 had bought a cake! My dear Yun still weaved a wonderfull story of 'Mum bought a cake, help her finish'. LOLz... I was very touched with their thoughts. I cried. er... a few tear drops here and there la.. wahaha... It was a very special cake: a Jackfruit cake!! Never eat such cake before... Yun bought from Armara hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls bought me a beautiful necklace &amp;amp; earrings set. Very pretty. Very the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di gave me a huge box that cannot open till actual day. -___-" That box is just like the size of the "Good Guy" doll in Child's play... wahahaha... I never receive such a big item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is very meaningful to me. I don't know... Maybe I feel contented with the girls and Di to celcebrate my birthday like this. It may not be grand of sort, but its peacefully enjoying each others accompany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am refering to the LOVE structure outside Fish &amp;amp; Co opposite PS. Di &amp;amp; I had a dinner on Tuesday. When we are leaving, we realized its gone!! I got a cake from him. A yellow pencil box too! ya... a one that I need it badly. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... I got for myself a Creative ZEN Vision M with the help from Di. wahaha...  Its a special offer from Creative due to old series (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope this is the real reason, not spoilt or anything&lt;/span&gt;). I think that is what I need I guess. Well, this add to the list of items in my bag for any outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shawl&lt;br /&gt;* Pencil Case&lt;br /&gt;* Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zen Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize mobile phone is not in the list? yeah right... Its optional for me. I love go MIA for a day or two or more... haha... Just at some cafe stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super old model. No more case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still looking for a decent leather case for it. dotz... wish me luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, Di booked flights to HCMC too. Machim birthday present like that. hoho... This is an impulse buying I guess. Hotel yet book till now. Good Luck to me! I can't believe that I will be on a plane to somewhere that far where language will pose a slight problem. heh~ Looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day, surprise me more was that my colleague remembered my birthday!! omg~ 2 mini cakes from her. Both are my fav: Black Forest &amp;amp; Tiramisu. She bought from Emi. So cute!! I appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always my family tradition to have a cake on birthdays. I don't why, but I think it had cultivate my belief that Birthday is not a normal day. Its a important &amp;amp; special day for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought me a cake. That cake was cute!! Its a little doll girl on the cake. The baker makes  it in a way that the cake is the gown of the doll. Pink color hair somemore. OMG~ so princess. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family is around the table singing birthday song with me. I am really very happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open presents time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Zhong can never hold secrets. He so tempting to tell me what in there, even I  act I don't want to know. wahaha... The wrapper was very cute. Have lots of little cows cows cut-outs done by him. Even there is a one that had a 'poo' behind it!! My kids and Mum bought me a tripod! I think Mum got help from Di.... must be de....!! hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to open Di's huge present. Guess what? Its not another Eeyore from him, but a Phillips HiFi. Black in color which what I like. Very thoughtful of him as I have just throw the old one away to make space for my new wardrobe. Now need to clear some space for this little new introduction to my room... yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't forget my 21st birthday party. I think I can't let go of the age. haha... I 'nian nian er shi yi' =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of birthday wishes came in. My girl Xia, polymates, my club friends,  sch mates, my lovely daughter, my A-Math teacher, Jasmine etc etc.  Sweetie too! Yun even called me in the morning! Of course I won't forget about my Di Di... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgeting, a card came in a week before. The usual person that is always so thoughtful through out all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a message that I am not expecting. I think Yun also stunned abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for all the messages &amp;amp; wishes that came in. Its like reminding me how bless I am with friends and family that remember me. It telling me that my existance is worthwhile after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people!! I love you guys that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MUACKZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2149630968455656382?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2149630968455656382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2149630968455656382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2149630968455656382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2149630968455656382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishes-on-my-brithday-week.html' title='Wishes on my Brithday week'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-770423996182669069</id><published>2009-02-21T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:00:35.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These days I have funny dreams. Some can be weird and scary, some is just outright funny and illogical. But the dreams is quite disturbing to my nights. It took up  a great deal of my sleep time and waking up feeling more tired. haiz... I also envy dar dar that he can fall asleep throughout the night, no dreams to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny dream last night. It consist of people I don't know. Perhaps I get to meet them later part of my life? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this dream, I suddenly remember this person when I wake up. During school days, I gave a very wrong impression to someone. Our timings after school always clashed, so get to meet him from time to time. He was a funny person, likes to joke; a nice person to talk with. I still remember after recess when going back to classes, we get to meet along the way too. I always the last person to line up in class while he was the class monitor, he gets to line up first in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the days goes by something evolving that I never realized till he got my house phone from my classmate!! That was when I realized a gave a wrong impression to him that I like him!! Omg~! It created a little hoo-haa that I was kind of embarrassed to seen with him. Oh Gosh~ I started to avoid him. Haha.. That was obvious then... There are times I made a U-Turn when I saw him walking my way or at my destination, and there are times he saw that U-Turning! *opz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how we distant in the end. We get on with our lives. But I never gave him any chance to explain anything. Think back, I should give him one chance to explain and clear the doubts in the air. Seeing me avoiding him hurts I guess. Well, avoiding all gossips was all in my mind then. That why I made such a hustle  "withdrawal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am keen to meet him again to say I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-770423996182669069?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/770423996182669069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=770423996182669069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/770423996182669069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/770423996182669069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-days-i-have-funny-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6758459215364929229</id><published>2009-01-28T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:53:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its nearly 4am in the morning. 3rd day of the Lunar New Year... Yen's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. with block nose. can't sleep. not tired. upset and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone for the night again. Don't know where. Should I call or not? Always wonder should I probe further. I started to distance myself from him. I have my doubts. Keep telling myself I think too much. But where is my answer on his whereabouts on Sat nights to Sunday? Mum even remind him of his medicine before he go. When sis asked Mum where he go, Mum says don't know. Does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breakdown that night. I cried. So hard and uncontrollably. Mum cried too. Mum mumbled not to worried about her. For what reasons she said that? I don't know. I just cried in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that bitch mobile number on my dial out numbers because he used my mobile due to low batt. Why? I was numbed when I saw that number. Completely. Thats why I hope I get drunk with wine that night. Hopefully when I get up today , its just a dream. However it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know should I confront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of Gor's mum came to me. I am so scared. Will I go thu' the same agony that I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I choose to confront and the undesirable truth face me? I have no mind set to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk to anyone. I don't know whom to talk to. I need is a Saint to revert things back to as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go. I don't know what should I do. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run. Far away. But I got my kids. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-6758459215364929229?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6758459215364929229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6758459215364929229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6758459215364929229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6758459215364929229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-nearly-4am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6888921273007446199</id><published>2008-11-13T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:11:44.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad with the system, with the person that handle issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like bringing a child to a high grounds and let her fall hard... Never ever give false hope to a child... Does everyone knows that??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along my sis thought that she could go... not just a 'reserve'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my sis going to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Mum scared that the teacher may find difficulties to my sis next year if under her again, do we need to let the issue off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6888921273007446199?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6888921273007446199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6888921273007446199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6888921273007446199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6888921273007446199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7380423522285087508</id><published>2008-11-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:01:05.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;爱的定义是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少的爱才能足够？多深的情才会永恒？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一段轰轰烈烈的爱情是这么样的呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对他的爱有多深？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-7380423522285087508?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7380423522285087508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7380423522285087508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7380423522285087508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7380423522285087508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8498000491909665369</id><published>2008-10-14T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:35:32.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey there... some how I am glued to the TV these days. I finally bought the DVD for the HK TVB series War &amp;amp; Beauty. Actually plan to watch them during Nov &amp;amp; Dec where I am more free. But eagerness seem to ruin my plans!! Yeah, I know its an old show... I had a hard time finding it ok? Wait so long for the price to drop.... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 8 did broadcast this series a few monthes back. However I missed one whole big chunk of the episodes. This show attached to me was that I like this actress Charmaine Sheh.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I am not a les.&lt;/span&gt;)  I like her acting bah... Not so sure why...  I love her shows. She has these sparkling eyes that I believe it never fail to capture any guys' heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I correct?&lt;/span&gt; She always portrays ladies whom has a strong character, but also has a weaker side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about this show is should be the costume bah. Very pretty. I love those collars!! Sometime I wonder do those ancient ladies wore those headgears. Damn heavy I guess, with so much jewels, flowers &amp;amp; hairpins on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason of my interest? erm... Because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cats-Fights"&lt;/span&gt; I think. Well, this show portraits how royal concubines trying to secure the Emperor's favor during Qing Dynasty China, with corruption, intrigue and outright deceit being the weapons of choice. These women were willing to manipulate, betray and even kill just about anyone in order to get what they wanted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;woah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another character that is very interesting is Yuet (portray by Sheren Tang). She is a initially favored concubine who eventually fell out of favor with the Emperor after losing a power struggle with the Empress. She is also initially known for her rather bullying demeanors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story get very interesting when the manipluation gets so "out-of-hand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/9066/erikolover2k1img343x400wb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 345px;" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/9066/erikolover2k1img343x400wb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't really understand Canto. But I been watching it in Canto. They sound cute. Learn some words here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, me &amp;amp; my 3-minutes craze..... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-8498000491909665369?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8498000491909665369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8498000491909665369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8498000491909665369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8498000491909665369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-252380639311630588</id><published>2008-10-08T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:12:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fall in love once. Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising not with someone. o.O Is with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking thu' my backup CDs for my BBQ shopping list and stumble lots of things that I thought was already deleted. It brings backs lots of memories. I  was smiling to myself for it. These are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those complain letters drafts.&lt;/span&gt; A few of them. To complain about that irritating-shortie-act gentle-witch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discussion of the presidency&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A power point slides&lt;/span&gt; which summaries the 1st game outing at Changi Beach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was the game master!!! hehee...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos&lt;/span&gt;. And lots of it. Fish Farm, CCK Cemetary, Krangi Memorial etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Song.&lt;/span&gt; Learn this song at the 1st Leadership Camp. Was together with this someone during the camp. A buddy thu' the rough times. Someone whom was close to me. Whom will seat down with to listen. A person whom is gentle to everyone. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Marx &amp;amp; Donna Lewis - At The Beginning.&lt;/span&gt; The song blast though my speakers. It has a very huge sensation. It hit me. The emotions are too overwhelming. It is kind of  mixed with hurt, happiness etc etc. Very hard to put into words. Tears came rolling down. It strucked me. I once fall in love with it. Too much till it still affect me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want my that love back. That type of passion I had. &lt;/span&gt;感性.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sad that I had a hard time finding someone really understands my this feeling . There are people telling me is over. Telling me life is like that. Things come and go. No need take it too hard. No point putting so much effort into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel: To be able to love that deeply, it means I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-252380639311630588?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/252380639311630588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=252380639311630588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/252380639311630588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/252380639311630588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-fall-in-love-once.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-65404352881164038</id><published>2008-10-05T22:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:03:24.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal CrossRoads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All the while, I acknowledged myself as a free thinker. A one believe in Science. But funny is sometimes I am scared of ghosts. I am interested in them, go search for them. But don't know what to do if they appear in front of me. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heehee...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di asked me, why I don't believed in religion. My answer is simply: Because no scientific reasons proven. So where does chickens or Human come from, he asked? To him, it is created by God. To me is a evolution of the Universe. Man are evolved from apes. Like our modern Elephants from Mammoths (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manfred from Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back while working at Canon roadshow, got this Muslim guy explained to me about the religion. Like where does the Qur'an from, where you go after you die, what practices they follows. He even quoted me some negative examples off the streets on the spot. He is quite a strict follower I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories he told me, I think I got a little scared. Especially it came to the part of the after-life, aka Judgment Day. It did set me thinking, will it really happen? Will I get separated from those I loved? The 'treatments' is like the Chinese stories we all heard since young: 18 levels of Hell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sama sama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since 3 years old, I have a fear. At that time after the funeral of my late grandpapa, I always wonder where he go. Does he still with us as a spirit, like in the TV shows. I am happy if he was like that. Some other times  I explained to myself, it is like a deep sleep that never wakes up. Whenever my mind reached this point, I will get so scared that I cried out so loud that set my mum n dad came running into my room. I can't explained to them the reason why I cried. Is like don't know how to tell them my fear. After so many years, this thinkings still huant me sometimes. I still cry but sliently. Perhaps I am still not sure how to answer to my actions or perhaps I fear to see the fear in my parents' eyes that they are facing the same doubts/fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does religion explain to us where we will go later on? How come different religions tell different stories? So who is correct? What if I choose something which in the end is wrong? Where will I ended up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to find someone to talk to, but who? God knows~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with him, I am very happy &amp;amp; feel bliss. Although sometimes I complain, it is just nothing serious. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juz PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt; hehe...). He is good to me. I am touched that he does understand my roles &amp;amp; responsibilities as the eldest. He does spent time with my kids. My kids accepted him. And I am happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoping to have a long term relationship with him. It is like those in the fairy tales "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And they live happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;." I am looking forward to that. When I look far far  and really very far ahead, I faced choices now. It is not the cultural differences. It is the Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially my thoughts was: I will not convert if I don't believe in it. But if I don't, how should I teach my kids? I thought perhaps like Grandma &amp;amp; late Grandpapa. Grandpapa was a Buddhist while Grandma is a Christian. What a wishy thought I have! One possible scenario will happen if I don't convert: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mama, why you need not fast?? Can I follow you instead of Papa?" I will be there stunned with loss of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha... Am I correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I convert, but don't really or fully believe in it, is it an insult to it? To me, it is. I don't wish to insult something that is pure in nature. Is just I don't know how to make myself believe in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still don't quite understand why pig is an "unclean" animal, but I can give up pork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Practices I know can be followed. Is just need to make it habitual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a surface scatched. A tip of the ice berg. More situations will appearred. If faced with such a dilemma, where can I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mum says, it will be a bumpy ride. Hold on~ Yup, seats belts on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-65404352881164038?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/65404352881164038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=65404352881164038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/65404352881164038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/65404352881164038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/10/universal-crossroads.html' title='Universal CrossRoads'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4316222160707906578</id><published>2008-09-11T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:14:42.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some things you have to ask for... then you would have it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have the right to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things you ask for... doesn't mean you have it.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have expected too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4316222160707906578?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4316222160707906578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4316222160707906578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4316222160707906578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4316222160707906578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-things-you-have-to-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8417617716021329259</id><published>2008-08-24T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:22:06.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_RKU5nxAqxmA/SLF8dsM0ijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bVyGdOO2yJE/s1600-h/IMG_0011+ed_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/SLF8dsM0ijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bVyGdOO2yJE/s400/IMG_0011+ed_R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238104691131583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I like this picture alot. Its Cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/12745741-8417617716021329259?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8417617716021329259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8417617716021329259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8417617716021329259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8417617716021329259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-this-picture-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/SLF8dsM0ijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bVyGdOO2yJE/s72-c/IMG_0011+ed_R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6955824656388966182</id><published>2008-08-17T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:21:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel &amp; Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight I came back to here... after so long. I believe this area has already vacant that perhaps I can really write my real thoughts and feelings here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from my PC now is the song that is in the show Go Karl. This piece is what Di likes. I also like. But when I listen to this piece, I always remember the scene that Soo Jung was crying on the bridge with Karl. It makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sad, I would run this piece too. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show Di likes because the main actress, Soo Jung behaves like me. Violent sometimes. Act cute sometimes. Etc Etc. There is this scene Soo Jung self-take a video conversation to Karl. Di told me that I did once similar too. I was self taking myself in a boyish cap when I was on the way out. At that moment, I cried. I was touched. Di remebers that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I am confused. I don't what to do. There is this White Angel &amp;amp; Red Devil talking. Always. Different issues. This Angel &amp;amp; Devil always debating to me. Making me confuse from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; You should be happy he is working hard now. Isn't that is what you are looking for? You wanted him to excel. You promised yourself don't let anything to distract him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;But not until barely talk for long these days. No quality time. Is not quantity. Is quality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; He did find time to meet you for dinner. He tries to find time for you. He is tired. Should be understanding towards him. He is not going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Until no time to share whats been going on in your mind? How many times you wanted to share your life happenings to him, but how many times you keep quiet and let it pass, although you may have been waiting the whole day to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes there are some sacrifices. You love him, you would support him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it just go on and on. Sometimes it gets repeat itself. But in the end the Little Angel did talk her way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times that I really don't know what to do.  I feel both Angel &amp;amp; Devil are correct somehow. Confusion state. That's is why in the end I cried. I am so lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I rely on him too much. He became part of me. That can't function fully when he is not around. Am I that useless? Why can't I be a bit more independent? Don't make him more worried can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I had hurt him. I may be missing him that much, but when we are together, I push him away. I scared I miss him more if we are together more. The thing is that things always work the other way. The more I miss him, the more I push him away. The more I push him away, the more I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put down the phone. He just given me  a goodnite kiss.  He is always tender with love and care. Tears came down when we finished talking. I don't know why.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't help stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I felt I let him down with my mood swings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-6955824656388966182?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6955824656388966182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6955824656388966182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6955824656388966182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6955824656388966182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2008/08/angel-devil.html' title='Angel &amp; Devil'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5846971195613681302</id><published>2007-12-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:31:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This little blog of mine had just over 230 plus of post. Nevertheless, this is the very last post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know who are the readers. I can't carry on. I can't voice out my stuff without knowing who is out there. I can't be myself here. Anymore. Perhaps I will move. Perhaps it just end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear reader, thanks for being here. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-5846971195613681302?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5846971195613681302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5846971195613681302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5846971195613681302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5846971195613681302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-little-blog-of-mine-had-just-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4965151953422685174</id><published>2007-11-30T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:32:52.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to stomp my feet like a child, when I am angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to run around like a child, when I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to jump up &amp;amp; down like a child, when I am excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to shout loud anytime anyplace like a child, when I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not kidding you~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4965151953422685174?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4965151953422685174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4965151953422685174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4965151953422685174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4965151953422685174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-stomp-my-feet-like-child-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1582352044979385463</id><published>2007-11-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:00:17.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya, 4 more days the counter above going to hit the max le... But seems can't hit the target. Sad man... not sure how long then I can hit the target.... perhaps 6 more months?? I duno~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiz... 3 weeks + 3 days + 3 weeks.... argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-1582352044979385463?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1582352044979385463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1582352044979385463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1582352044979385463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1582352044979385463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/11/ya-4-more-days-counter-above-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2315026315280266799</id><published>2007-10-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:18:19.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you know that is happiness when it comes. same old memories. Laughters. you know it will never last. you know you have no longer have rights over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2315026315280266799?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2315026315280266799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2315026315280266799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2315026315280266799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2315026315280266799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-that-is-happiness-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5851131800588185854</id><published>2007-10-01T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T04:45:25.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.30am. The Medical Paramedic just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time calling 995, stunned with words. There is nothing I can do, but wait for it to arrive. And the clock ticks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words used still rings in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the kids know? I don't know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's 3rd time to A&amp;amp;E in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely Lost. Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-5851131800588185854?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5851131800588185854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5851131800588185854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/10/4.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4033952128061023006</id><published>2007-09-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:20:13.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh blogggy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today have to stay at home.. Injured my back again... =X sad right? haha... Well, become an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grouchy Old Lady&lt;/span&gt;. Suppose to see doctor today, but too bad doctors also work 5.5 days. aw~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day for me yesterday... Firstly, the sole of my heels came off. Have to walk from Meridrain Hotel to Centrepoint to find a cobbler (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh ya, actually I forgot there is a term for people whom mend shoes =X&lt;/span&gt;).  Finally found the Master Mint beside the Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, have to wait for 20-30 mins to mend it. Uncle passed me a pair of spare shoes. It looked kind of funny, like bedroom shoes. Is rubber material throughout the shoe. Lucky I was in jeans, else it will be super weird/obvious on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injury on my back worsen when shopping at Centrepoint. Dear suggested go acupuncture, but I simply don't want. Another way is to go Keno for massage, hoping it helps to get better. Well, have to tarhan all the way till DFS. Waited for 30 mins for my turn. oh gosh... I even cant stand up without dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 'nice' massage, we proceeded to the dinner place. Is just next door at Royal Plaza - Carousel.  Dear postpone the dinner 30 mins later due to the 'incident' above. Dinner was not too bad. I wanted to go for movie after dinner, but in the end Dear have to send me home straight. Simply too pain for anything but rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...... what a day!?!?!?!     &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its an unlucky month for me... Today last day le... Tomorrow October.. Hope everything will gets better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it will !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-4033952128061023006?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4033952128061023006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4033952128061023006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4033952128061023006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4033952128061023006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-blogggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1558892563411573733</id><published>2007-09-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:25:22.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This short article is for a few of you... yes, is you. Dedicated just for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Has it been a long time since you had a good cry? I mean an all out, sobbing, blubbering, nose-running cry? Do you think something catastrophic has to happen before you're allowed to let yourself go and cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Crying is cleansing. It removes pollutants from the body. According to a study cited by Robert Ornstein &amp;amp; David Sobel in the Healing Brain, analysis of human tears emitted because of pain or joy show a different chemical make-up then tears emitted because of eye irritations caused by something in your eye or cutting up an onion. 'Real' tears contain higher levels of toxic substances that the body is evidently eliminating through crying. That's a good news - one more way to get rid of the 'junk' we accumulate. (A good cry once a week is what we're after, not once a year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I cry at movies, I cry during songs, I cry at Church, I cry when everything is wonderful, I cry when everything isn't. And I do feel lots better afterwards. You can, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If crying isn't something you do naturally or if it embarrasses you for any reason, it's okay to be a closet crier until you get the hang of it. Start by noticing what brings up 'teary' feeling for you, A particular song, a movie, a person. Then use whatever it is to 'create' a good cry. So this when you're completely alone or with someone you trust. Crying alone can feel isolating. Crying with someone you trust who keep his/her mouth shut and just lets you cry can be incredibly liberating. If you aren't ready to do it with anyone around, keep reminding yourself that this is a good thing to do, a healthy thing to do. Because it's true. Crying is normal and natural. It's not shameful or weak. If you find that you simply cannot cry, don't give yourself a hard time. Instead, talk with a friend about your experiences with crying or not crying. If even there that's too much, try writing about it yourself. When we've lost a natural function that serve a purpose, it's important to begin to find ways to bring it back into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Crying is a very useful stress reducer and it's good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taken from 'Undress your Stress' by Lois Levy, M.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why I love to cry. Another reason to cry. Tissue anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lots of Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-1558892563411573733?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1558892563411573733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1558892563411573733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1558892563411573733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1558892563411573733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-short-article-is-for-few-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6312654506255598479</id><published>2007-09-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:00:34.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;He may has the reasons to be angry. Yes. He should. Felt sorry for the actions done. Apologies made but nothing seems to resolve it. Be it he angry or not then. Why bother? And I have reasons that I don't give a damn about him. It will be disappointing to know what is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have done what I believed I should. And that is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Seriously I am mad this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its hurting to see someone getting hurt and I can't do anything to ease it. The pain pierced again at the same wound of yours. Pls don't suffer alone this time.  Seriously when come to this point, that friendship is not really of worth. People maybe shock I said that, but I have grown out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was deserted back then. Lost &amp; don't know what to do. Wished he can change his mind &amp;amp; come back. But he never. No reasons provided. He did it once, wished he do it again this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else, perhaps this time is a good time to let go of my baby. Yes, a perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Strong &amp; we will tight over... There will be always sunshine... Believed it, It will be there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now I belived what someone had said recently is very true about growing up. That's Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6312654506255598479?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6312654506255598479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6312654506255598479' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6312654506255598479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6312654506255598479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-may-has-reasons-to-be-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2948364820931578189</id><published>2007-08-26T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:00:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The songs playing from my computer now is Beatles song pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks to someone, my dear... Brought me to watch "&lt;a href="http://www.beatles.com/"&gt;A Hard Day's Night&lt;/a&gt;" by The Beatles. It is an event organized by National Museum of Singapore. "&lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/"&gt;Under the Banyan Tree: Open Air Cinema&lt;/a&gt;". Very nice &amp; unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an Black &amp;amp; White movie. It reminds me of Charlie Chaplin movie I watched when I was young. Of course was on TV, not like this in open air. Quite a crowd, same as us brought mat. Some even got picnic basket. haha... quite an sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collections of the song pieces in the CD is very familiar. I think I have listened before just that I don't know is by who. Such as "&lt;a href="http://www.stevesbeatles.com/songs/ob_la_di_ob_la_da.asp"&gt;Ob La Di - Ob La Da&lt;/a&gt;". In the movie, this piece "&lt;a href="http://www.stevesbeatles.com/songs/i_should_have_known_better.asp"&gt;I Should Have Known Better&lt;/a&gt;" caught me. &lt;/span&gt;Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa~~ keke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back the next day for another screening of "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0077631/"&gt;Grease&lt;/a&gt;", with daughter too. This film main cast is &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000237/"&gt;John Travolta&lt;/a&gt;. Know who is he? haha... well, it shocked me abit back then. He cross-act as Edna in "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0427327/"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/a&gt;". Yup, the over-sized lady in that show. She (should I say "He"?? hmm...) although is big sized in the show, she was able to dance. OMg~ not easy sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon took neoprint. haha... been quite awhile never take. Quite fun. We were kinda of slow, coz time was up before we can select all 6. We only select 3 pieces. But not too bad in the end. I don't know my daughter is so artistic. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2948364820931578189?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2948364820931578189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2948364820931578189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2948364820931578189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2948364820931578189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-playing-from-my-computer-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1507849543854149653</id><published>2007-08-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:15:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Felt like a little girl... feelings so familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is not a good feeling. Being raised high up in the sky, but drop down when the fingers are just inches away from it. Yup, cried in the sleep &amp; woke by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It maybe a small thing, but it just affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hate that. Since young. I thought I had received the trust. But I did not. In whatever I do, Decisions made. But seem the person should understand never trust me. Happened every time. So many years. I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Restrictions. I can't run &amp;amp; break away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Afraid there is more to it. Should I fear for the worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanted to shout "I know what I am doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-1507849543854149653?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1507849543854149653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1507849543854149653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/08/felt-like-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8011021863490775528</id><published>2007-07-26T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:01:18.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote face="arial"&gt;sometimes I wonder, why do people fight? Can't we be the same as before?? As we grow up, why does the things around me need to change??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience had thin over the years, tried my best being the role model. But who understand? The receiving party don't understand at all. Looking at the photos of the past, looked so innocent &amp; happy. Can I be like then? I am very very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he know I am crying now? Why can't he understand my point? Disappointed with myself... I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many qns in my mind, that I simply don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is Thur le... time is getting closer &amp;amp; closer... been trying to get myself busy to forget abt the thing, but can't. When got busy, time passes by fast &amp;amp; thus its get nearer to the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I be going alone. I don't know what will I do then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-8011021863490775528?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8011021863490775528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8011021863490775528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wonder-why-do-people-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5154593771180365843</id><published>2007-07-20T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:22:56.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You may be ready to make some major career changes in your life, dear Aries. It is likely that you have become fed up with the stress of the hard work and long hours of the corporate environment. Surely in this age of technology there is a way for you to spend more time at home without sacrificing the quality of your work. Give some thought to this over the next few days, dear Aries. If you put a proposal together for your boss, you may be surprised by the positive response you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is today's note... Perhaps a continuation from yesterday... Is there someone from 'upstairs' trying to tell me something??? Can't be that accurate... or is it?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-5154593771180365843?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5154593771180365843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5154593771180365843' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5154593771180365843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5154593771180365843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-may-be-ready-to-make-some-major.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5485272587884759302</id><published>2007-07-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:11:42.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you been going crazy lately with all the demands being placed on you from all sides? Don't despair; take some time out to reflect on all that has been going on. Go inward and think about where you want to make changes in your busy life. Once you have come to a decision, don't hesitate to implement it step by step. This is easier than waiting for the big opportunity and then doing it in one big stride. This chance may never come. And the step-by-step approach can bring immediate results that you might find very satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it implying? Somehow I felt I know what it is trying to tell me.... Juz avoiding it... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some light pls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-5485272587884759302?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5485272587884759302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5485272587884759302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5485272587884759302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5485272587884759302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-been-going-crazy-lately-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-232902418121207730</id><published>2007-07-13T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:12:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Birthday my dear Yun!!!! Muackzzzz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-232902418121207730?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/232902418121207730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=232902418121207730' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/232902418121207730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/232902418121207730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-my-dear-yun-muackzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6420219343172214480</id><published>2007-07-13T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:45:26.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Early in the morning had this shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what is the real story behind it. No head No tail. But nothing good out of it. Seems no one wants to tell me the exact story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although that I don't know what happened, I was kinda affected. What a day to wake up to, right...? I can't believed that even mum was puzzled why am I stlll involved it it. Double blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts in the group sure be surfaced when ideas are exchanged. But I don't understand why it is blown out of proportion. Hope for the best outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just envy M. For she had a mentor &amp; a battle companion beside her to hold the fort. Somehow I felt finally M appeared &amp;amp; with the help of G, baby will grow well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, somethings won't turn out what you wanted it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, I know someone will get angry with me for involving in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is baby stand up strong &amp; steady. Will baby fall badly &amp;amp; leave me before the year ends... I won't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-6420219343172214480?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6420219343172214480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6420219343172214480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6420219343172214480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6420219343172214480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-in-morning-had-this-shocking-news.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5799082359533664196</id><published>2007-07-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:37:09.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;In a confusion state. Seriously need a break. help~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-5799082359533664196?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5799082359533664196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5799082359533664196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5799082359533664196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5799082359533664196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-confusion-state.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1550250537785879733</id><published>2007-07-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:38:47.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Movies Movies Movies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on Friday for mid night movie... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Die Hard 4.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't know that the movie stretch for 3 hrs... Not too bad the show... Except for main actor getting old - Can't Run &amp; Get Breathless and Maggie Q is like an extra in the movie.. XD Overall, I like the effects in the movies... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ACTIONS&lt;/span&gt; is what I love... Actually find that the bad guy looks kinda of familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home for 2 hours sleep &amp; headed off for another movie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an event for the youth that Ed is involving. aka AGM. but main point is still the movie! XD hee... wow... fallen in love with the cars I guess... especially the Yellow one... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumblebee&lt;/span&gt;... I will get the DVD for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually suppose to go shopping with Xia after movie, but last min got tix from Ber for NDP rehearsal. So, Xia follow the rest of us to the show... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats not too bad. Quite in the middle... One thing sad about was, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;NO GOODIE bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! sian... I want the bag from this year NDP. It is a very special design bag that can assemble with many many compartments as you like....  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saw gor on duty again. haha... busy sia... walk here n there... Look damn serious (Smart too...) someone said he very shuai wor LOLx.... well, *r&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en zhen de nan ren zhui shuai&lt;/span&gt;* too bad, Xia never realy see him... keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie was on duty also but never get to see him. He is the Air Force Guard of Honor. too bad, seats abit far so can't see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the performance was kinda of funny... Because it is not a full dress rehearsal, there are some people &amp; things they replaced with something else. Such as dragon boat race replaced with speedboat... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOTz&lt;/span&gt;... Another one was, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let's put our hands together and welcome His Excellency, Mr SR Narthan. Simulated.&lt;/span&gt;" Then the IMposter will appear in the car... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOTz&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand from gor that the fireworks only 25% of the actual day. So I should be expecting more &amp; nicer ones on 9 Aug... Anyone wants to go with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Xia at caurfour for dinner &amp;amp; headed straight back home after that. Feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhausted. Battery flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-1550250537785879733?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1550250537785879733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1550250537785879733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1550250537785879733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1550250537785879733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies-movies-movies-out-on-friday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6394002677554693550</id><published>2007-07-03T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:43:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last weekend went to this funny resturant at Orchard Towers. well, some of you will know that sences at Orchard Towers at night is sooo *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;*... lotsa things to see... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the main point anyway... Had dinner at this &lt;a href="http://www.3-monkeysinternational.com/index.htm"&gt;3-Monkeys Resturant&lt;/a&gt;. This resturant is located near Harry's, I think... The food there not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the resturant is that, Kumar is performing there!! (Fri &amp; Sat 11-12pm) The performancers are crossed-dressed. But there is one that I am not sure is guy or gal. Kumar crossed-dressed too. Wow... he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L&lt;/span&gt;. really... In long dress, plus in thin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt; heels, at least 3" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too dark, can't really see..&lt;/span&gt;) well, he is sexy.. wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to describe the show, coz it is more of listening to jokes following by some dances. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;eh... as for the jokes hor... is meant for 21 and above... and if you are open minded enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I was so jealous of his silky long black hair..  Longer &amp; Silkier than mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: He went to the Ladies then, not Gents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, Heng ar, wana go???!!? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6394002677554693550?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6394002677554693550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6394002677554693550' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6394002677554693550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6394002677554693550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-weekend-went-to-this-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2241893045330757134</id><published>2007-06-27T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:49:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Recent spiritual breakthroughs might have you feeling both exhilarated and downcast. The sensitive side of you tells you that this is a definite step forward for you on your spiritual path, but the logical side of you might be causing you to doubt the reality of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accurate? Yup, is a bingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough times at work will just doubt the reality of my life &amp; the abilities of mine. When things get greyish, the tendercy of geting disorder is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pin-pointing who is the person whom in the wrong. Is the issue as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this chinese saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ren zai jiang hu shen bu you ji&lt;/span&gt;. In this working society, it will fall on the basic rule,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fittest Survive&lt;/span&gt;". By crook or by hook, get what you want matters. Which path taken doesn't matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up something from boss last week. "Ruthless does not means evil. In business it means get things done. Being gentle doesn't helps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure am I riding on top of the wave or going to sink soon. Things get tough. There are things that I can't let it worked my way, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In confusion state. And I know crying will only prove me weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is it due to I care too much about work~ Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2241893045330757134?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2241893045330757134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2241893045330757134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2241893045330757134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2241893045330757134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/recent-spiritual-breakthroughs-might.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2903207555444953139</id><published>2007-06-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:15:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we do things for someone, what we would want in the end is recipient happy with it. The smile on the face is the most treasured.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gald to be appreciated. Having known that Grandma is so delighted just brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes good things just short lived. For that, it sometimes just sank my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is leaving Singapore soon, end of July. I am sad, I know Dad too. Grandma too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, just can't help crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos perhaps bring me lots &amp; lots of childhood memories...  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-2903207555444953139?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2903207555444953139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2903207555444953139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2903207555444953139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2903207555444953139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-we-do-things-for-someone-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-3430213337990200650</id><published>2007-06-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:57:42.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mid noon le~ Ok, I here to take a break... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually how many people out there don't like to read news? I used to read papers almost everyday... But as times go by: Lesser &amp; Lesser. But recently I hate to read news. It always get depressing. &amp;amp; Makes me too. I don't know is just me or what... But I feel most of the news are never happy. Except for those football news (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who goal who get paid more blah blah&lt;/span&gt;) News: It either dwell on other people's sadness or magnifies someone's tragic. haiz... That's life?? Is there ans to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time been seems to slip off my hands... I am getting &amp; getting less organized. Sometimes I just get so tired that I don't wish to do anything or even talk! So I am getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt; or just plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;? I think is the latter one... zzzZzzzZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, seems my harddisk going to give me problem again... irritating. Now then I remember what stuff I had in the old one before it crashed. Now I need some of the pics lo~ WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grandma is moving over to Indonesia soon le... perhaps end of next month. I also duno what to say about it too... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Miz her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-3430213337990200650?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/3430213337990200650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=3430213337990200650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3430213337990200650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3430213337990200650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/mid-noon-le-ok-i-here-to-take-break.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7433815318130477786</id><published>2007-06-11T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:22:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm... meet up with heng heng last weekend... oh gosh... erm..er... well, I won't say what happen... is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for me to know, for you to find out&lt;/span&gt;"!! (later he *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;y*) haha... Never know he can so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiao&lt;/span&gt;... LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I am looking forward to the new Heng... Cya at the next date!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;haiz.. sprain my back on SAT... funny thing was, it just happen all of a sudden when I was walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk &amp; walk... then suddenly *jerk* == sprain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;*, worst thing was that I ended walked like a pregnant lady... *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faintz&lt;/span&gt;* Guess what? I was at a resturant @ PS, the waitress said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Becareful, there is a step&lt;/span&gt;"... And while I am leaving, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch your step&lt;/span&gt;" was what I got from another waiter... Got their message? Or is it me too senstive? *&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, going to see the chinese doc tonite... expecting more pain! Mommy!! &gt;.&lt;" *sob*     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7433815318130477786?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7433815318130477786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7433815318130477786' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7433815318130477786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7433815318130477786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-9195407108132987767</id><published>2007-06-08T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:51:30.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday ... now is 1.35pm... a few more hours (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 hrs!!!&lt;/span&gt;) then off work.. damn sian now~!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though is a Friday... but seems nthing much cheer me up except for GSS shopping later~ awww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the picture for the Step Down Party. Looking at it, makes me feel so OLD~ well, as you can see, there are so many "Kids"... omg~ time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3568/img9271editcopyvo4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it is still my desktop wallpaper... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;eh, my dear Northlanders.... you guys saw one familar face in the pic??? The guy behind me whom wearing grey... he look like someone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-9195407108132987767?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/9195407108132987767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=9195407108132987767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/9195407108132987767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/9195407108132987767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-3026481544379160425</id><published>2007-06-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:29:08.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still feeling kinda sick... Got MC yday for stomach flu + fever. I think I got it from my sister. Not sure did I spread it to someone... =X Hope I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last weekend not too bad. Went for the club step down party on Friday in sch... Went to get a cake before that. So sad that I can't get the chocolate mint cake that I used to get when I was still at NYP. In the end, got chocolate cake lo. =.= "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Retirement&lt;/span&gt;" was what I wrote. eh, somemore I had to call someone to verify the word "retirement" is correct or wrong. *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;paisey&lt;/span&gt;* hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had it planned out nicely. With people that is sporting enuf, there bound to be nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya I foget to mention, someone that eveing shocked me with his stunning news!! His new image... OMG! I still can't believed it man!! *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;faintz&lt;/span&gt;* Yup, meeting him soon for some GSS shopping!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I will get one of his pic uploaded here!! Can I? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- What happen to my guys around me ???!!?!? -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, went to PC show... did some '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;window shopping&lt;/span&gt;' while someone bag home with his new laptop &amp; lotsa freebies. waw, his bargaining power nothing to say. *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thumbs up&lt;/span&gt;* hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for Jiayi too. He was at the Compaq booth. He ORD le! first from our claz. waiting for admission to SIM/SMU bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for dinner at Genki Sushi with the rest. Movie "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End" I was very blur thoughout the whole show. Only the last part, clear abit here n there... well, I go for actions only... keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Supper &amp;amp; HOME sweet HOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUnday is a nuaing day... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- END OF UPDATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-3026481544379160425?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/3026481544379160425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=3026481544379160425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3026481544379160425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3026481544379160425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-feeling-kinda-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8402788700666342999</id><published>2007-05-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:27:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a horrible morning. even till now... KNS.. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not in a very good mood liao&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always don't understand why people can't even take up a single reponsibility. Is that so hard? Even is just simple things. Is responsibility equals to burden? Why some people can't feel that taking up responsibility is a sense of pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; people *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;" ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZzZZZZzzzz.........    (kill me pls..........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, people always says 'Don't let other's views, actions or words   affect your day.' How can sia?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so irritating....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I am having a long weekend for myself. Spa later tonite.. yet   decide what I want to do for the rest of the days... hmm... will be   attending club event this week also ... need to reLax abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with people is so hard huh? My dinner date (suppose to be   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; dinner) with sweetie is super long overdue. haha... well,   busy schedule is just so pack....   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;can'T our pace of life SLOW DOWN......??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-8402788700666342999?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8402788700666342999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8402788700666342999' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8402788700666342999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8402788700666342999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-horrible-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-3375121586200994500</id><published>2007-05-24T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:04:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 220px;" src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/7213/untitled1jp3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;wahaha... cute right?!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Not taken by me of coz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-3375121586200994500?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/3375121586200994500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=3375121586200994500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3375121586200994500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/3375121586200994500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8291306862410303185</id><published>2007-05-21T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:16:23.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;although I was totally shag till now, but had a lovely weekend.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back to the club official outing. The first outing for the freshies... initially I don't really want to lead any group, but in the end I sort of taking care some of the 'kids'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling came back when I was talking to these group of people. I felt: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, this feels right. This is the real me.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something bring me down in the eveing then. I was very disappointed with myself. Felt irritated. Angry for not having any pictures I know I will like. perhaps I lost it completly... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that nite, a few of us went for a drink.... I got sort of high~! got a little cranky~ haha... when she told us what she is going thu', I feel for her. Exactly the same. Felt her love, her passion &amp; her effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is far better than me. She analyse. She thinks. I know she will be a good leader. Sometimes, I feel like a mother whom can't let go of her child. True enough, club is like my little baby. But right now I know my baby will be in good hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu' out the years, I tot that I won't meet that special one that feel what I felt. Finally, I have found the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yay!! can *retired* liao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gald that I listened &amp;amp; went for the outing ... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-8291306862410303185?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8291306862410303185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8291306862410303185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8291306862410303185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8291306862410303185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/although-i-was-totally-shag-till-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2222717495970822794</id><published>2007-05-15T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:42:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AUNTIE AUNTIE AUNTIE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was so greyish... was feeling very tired... felt so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; OLD&lt;/span&gt; out of nowhere... the rainy weather makes it worse. got more grumpy... Juz no mood for anything. even dressing up... Gosh, realized how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUNTIE&lt;/span&gt; I was after I stepped out of my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; - whom wore white &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; - whom wore &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; - whom wore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HEEL-less flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, is that me???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happen to me?!?!?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sob&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am missing, will go and get it on Fri.. hope I can get what I want. wish me luck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I am NOT PMSing~!!!! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-2222717495970822794?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2222717495970822794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2222717495970822794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2222717495970822794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2222717495970822794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/auntie-auntie-auntie-this-morning-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7198163380099402539</id><published>2007-05-14T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:03:00.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was feeling so/very uneasy..... and I don't know what to do with it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, somehow a solution appear before me... (just, a moment ago) haha... at least the someone from above never forsake me when I am in such situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I believed the person will laugh till the head off when he knew what happen... LOLx. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... I be alright~  yeah!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7198163380099402539?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7198163380099402539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7198163380099402539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7198163380099402539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7198163380099402539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/was-feeling-sovery-uneasy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1919761372912447780</id><published>2007-05-09T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:28:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grouchy, Grumpy, and a little Cranky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, yesterday was kinda of above (perhaps today abit of it too...) ... not sure what happen to me man... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;* Feeling so edged up... think due to that &lt;s&gt;stupid rice bowl&lt;/s&gt; ~ nah... not going to talk about it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I kinda develop a sweet tooth when I gets cranky... ete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cookies straight after dinner... and ate half of the balance Heaven Strawberry Milk Chocolate... =X heaven man~!~ haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?!? gaining on the weighing machine liao... sad sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today rainy day... time to go for a little fun in the rain drops.... woohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conclude&lt;/span&gt;, tiz gal a little nuts le... &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-1919761372912447780?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1919761372912447780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1919761372912447780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1919761372912447780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1919761372912447780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/grouchy-grumpy-and-little-cranky.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6027065437778753690</id><published>2007-05-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:59:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My Little Silver Coin Tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"A dollar a day, make it grow abit heavier each day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6027065437778753690?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6027065437778753690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6027065437778753690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6027065437778753690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6027065437778753690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-little-silver-coin-tin-dollar-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2531264419797565904</id><published>2007-04-30T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:44:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was my first time watch show that is screened for Singapore International Film Festival. The film title is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Passion and Love&lt;/span&gt; (El-Eshq Wal Hawa). Its origin is from Egypt, so you can guess what is the language used in the film. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the sypnosis... [&lt;a href="http://www.filmfest.org.sg/display.php?catid=301"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RjVXXfDEuPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U6Mu-lpX5ws/s1600-h/InPassionAndLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RjVXXfDEuPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U6Mu-lpX5ws/s320/InPassionAndLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059045817403619570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Shot in Cairo, Alexandria and Aswan, this romantic drama questions the nature of love today through the story of a middle-class girl named Alya and the rich Omar. The couple falls in love during their early college years, but break it off in the face of social barriers. One day, they accidentally meet and discover that they have become different persons. Salma, the would-be wife of Omar, feels his change of heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Directed by Kamla Abou-Zekry, the film reteams screen duo Ahmed El-Sakka and Mona Zaki, who both co-starred in Africano, Mafia and Saeedy Fel-Gama'ah El-Amerikeyya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I didn't know that Egyptians are so pretty &amp; handsome... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nan de jun, nu de qiao...&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great experience to watch it! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to experience different stuff every now &amp;amp; then... Thanks!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-2531264419797565904?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2531264419797565904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2531264419797565904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2531264419797565904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2531264419797565904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-my-first-time-watch-show-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RjVXXfDEuPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U6Mu-lpX5ws/s72-c/InPassionAndLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7842735978459363145</id><published>2007-04-26T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:59:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey came across this article this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/capessa/191/ask-suzanne-create-your-life"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Capessa blogger Suzanne Ledo answers your questions about how to improve your life. This week she shares how positive affirmations can help you make the most of every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We are creating our lives with every breath, in every moment, and through every one of our thoughts, words and deeds. We have a choice every day when we wake up, and we make hundreds more choices throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For many years I was one of those people who perceived the glass as half empty. I’d complain and whine to anyone who would listen. I hated getting up in the morning and was never satisfied with anything. If someone asked me how I was, the answer was usually something like, “hanging in there,” “ok, I guess,” or a litany of complaints about how crappy life was. I was always angry and frustrated. I didn’t realize my attitude was dragging me deeper and deeper into a dark hole of negativity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A few years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. That turned out to be the wake up call I needed. After going through painful treatment and surgery and being confronted by my own mortality and the fragility of physical existence, I decided it was time to take control of whatever time I had left on this earth and make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I started to meditate every morning. I began to make a list of all the things that I am grateful for before going to sleep at night. I implemented some subtle shifts that have made a huge difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I’m still not a morning person. I will sleep in when I have the chance, and some of my most creative time is in the afternoon and evening. However, I’ve learned to change my perspective, which makes waking up a much more pleasant and joyful experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When the alarm goes off, I take a few deep breaths, then get up and sit on my mediation cushion in the corner of the room by the window. I do just five minutes of deep breathing while visualizing the awesome day I’m going to have, then I do a short yoga sun salutation routine. (I usually skip the laying on the floor part when I do it outside.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I shower, dress, then prepare a quick and nutritious breakfast – usually a fruit and protein smoothie, a bowl of oatmeal or a veggie omelet. I prepare my lunch and snacks for the work day: a salad, a pita or wrap sandwich, a small bag of nuts or trail mix, a piece of fruit and some string cheese or a cup of yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;At this point it’s time to face the commute. I hate traffic, but fortunately I have a collection of great CDs, uplifting music and audio books. I’m not going to say I meditate in the car, as that would be dangerous, but I do deep breathing exercises and try to be aware of the little things around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I’ve also begun pasting sticky notes with affirmations on the dashboard. I spend over an hour a day in the car, and driving is such an automated process. What better way to help positive thoughts sink in to my consciousness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    * Wonderful things are happening today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    * I am always moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    * I am exactly where I need to be right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    * Expect a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;From that point on, the rest of the day becomes much easier. As the ancient Chinese saying goes, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How have you redesigned your life? Please share any tips or ideas that you have worked for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... from the third paragraph, I was like, "oh, that is me sia... hanging onz..." LOLx. sound like me sia... then I reflect back, I think poor sweetie is hearing my whine-ing almost everyday... *pai sey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, got another one from another article.... [&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/rockertraining/3523/for-the-new-you-focus-on-happy"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Assuming you want to improve your health, lose weight, stop eating something or start doing something, the best thing you can do to get on track right now is stop thinking about the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Start focusing on happy thoughts, and I would imagine that the new you – whatever and whoever that is, will make you happy, so think about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try these "WorkIns":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Imagine yourself as the person you want to be, doing the things you want to do, looking the way you want to look. If this doesn’t make you happy, then you have been misleading yourself because there is no point to being that person if it isn’t going to make you happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So fixate on it, feel it, focus on him/her daily, hourly, constantly. Feel what it will be like to be that person, and if it makes you feel good – then think about it more and more and more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. Make a happy list every day. List on a piece of paper all of the things that you are proud of, happy about, grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You will be inspired to do something if you really do these “workins” consistently. You may spontaneously desire different foods; you may all of a sudden love exercising. You may find a new job, meet someone special, get introduced to someone or something that changes your life to ultimately bring every part of you – physically, mentally and emotionally in line with the happy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Enjoy the process – make it fun – you can be happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is kinda funni when you are experiencing something, then you realised that someone else is also experienced it before. and somehow got solution for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps life is like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Going thu' something, and thought that I am the only person on the Earth going thu' it. After sometime, suddenly will realized that someone else also experienced it before. If luck is good enough, a solution will also appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Life. haha... Funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7842735978459363145?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7842735978459363145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7842735978459363145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7842735978459363145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7842735978459363145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-came-across-this-article-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-354593704394291560</id><published>2007-04-24T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:54:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so today is the day... after draging so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been waiting for something to change for the better... maybe I expected too much in the first place... that why disappointment at times...&lt;br /&gt;I heard the tone in the voice again... can imagine how the person is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel abit raw in me... so hard to discribe the feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I need reminder to look forward le... don't look back anymore... I hope I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as times goes by.. things get depreciated, eroded off, faded away... so does feelings... I been searching for it but still yet found... Is the passion that I have lost it. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;burning flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was in me. Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night at Raffles place, those people I saw... I envy them... why? for staying so late? no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like, I used to do things without knowing whats in there nor care about what the result might be. Just do what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;... and you think is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;... But I seems can't now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I lost the old me. can I ever find back...? sometimes, there are too much memories too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on something is not there anymore, I know is abit foolish... but I think that is the only thing that I duno how to let go... perhaps coz' there are nothing else for me to hold on to le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame... extinguished? perhaps bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miz those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I need a break... thus' hope the plans on thurs will be smooth... can sometimes, someone else take charge??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps Sat use the shopping trip to relax myself...&lt;br /&gt;I need it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-354593704394291560?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/354593704394291560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=354593704394291560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/354593704394291560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/354593704394291560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-today-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6160992274802982395</id><published>2007-04-23T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:15:40.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seriously, putting up on a strong front is kinda tough. Can tarhan 1 day, 2 days, 1 week.. 2 weeks... but there will come one day it will just blow up... and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hate myself for being so weak... foolish huh? Is like the little grasshopper whom keep hopping &amp; hopping. Hop &amp;amp; hit ceiling... Hop &amp; hit ceiling... untill came to a time, a big baluku appear on the head and thus' won't hop anymore *pain la* (eh... tiz story sound familar huh? =D) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps Aries is a tired train le... not going to move... *service disrupted* back at depot seriously under heavy repair... sorry to let ya know, Sunshine Ying won't be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, no need to worry much... I am still doing not too bad. Hanging on~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey new visitor.... poping by to listen to music huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actt I know why are the messages was being cleared... 6th sense kinda accurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, try not to bottled up yourself too much la, no good for the heart &amp;amp; health... Later erupt like volcano how? OR shattered likethe Ikea vase how? OR snap like a pressure built up rope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things need to let go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, the song "No Promises" is by SHAYNE WARD... nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6160992274802982395?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6160992274802982395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6160992274802982395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6160992274802982395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6160992274802982395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-putting-up-on-strong-front-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-6625560457043169998</id><published>2007-04-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:04:41.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am 22!! omg... LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gal, here I am in the new cap..eh, I forget to ask them to take me in that cap; so I crop it from one of the pics...=X Nevertheless, the cap is nice &amp; easy to match... Tks alot!! Luv u lots!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*muackz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 116px; height: 333px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/5413/capvi4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pinic session @ the Bishan Park for the April babies..I am one of them. Aaron, Simin &amp; Cyrus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the session was great... which is also come with treatment to the egg protein &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conditioner&lt;/span&gt;, the thousand-island-sauce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moisturer&lt;/span&gt;... &amp; not forgeting abt the creamy cake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facial&lt;/span&gt;... omg~ LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of them in-charge of preparing food; Papa Ray &amp; Michy ah Girl is one them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 236px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4664/familytp7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the father &amp; daughter was busy 'selling' off the salads in the afternoon. well, kinda of 'force' sia...  haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;see, I am one of those 'customer'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1553/pagirllf9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;haiz.. Senior TzerLiang can't escape too... hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px; height: 276px;" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/4653/tzerpa3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Ray dote her daughter alot... poor michy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 186px;" src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7375/girlkbh8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up &amp; I raise white flag for them le... they got 2 cakes for that day... One is the real one &amp;amp; the other small squarish one was meant for...... u can guess... &gt;.&lt;"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is the cake for ... "playing"...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 214px;" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/8763/cake1yc2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us... I was wondering how come only 4 slices of cake only and that is when the 'sabo' starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/299/akehz1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, we get to see the REAL one... it taste great too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/81/cake2to1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I got what I want too.. Anna Sui's perfume... Nice scent... btw, saw that ball of newspaper in the forefront? Took me quite awhile to open up the present... haha... duno is it 22 layers of it... poor me~ the person wraping it also had a hard time anyway... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 133px; height: 202px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2476/mineow6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luv ya guys!! It ended beautifully that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1392/hehavt1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like tiz pic... KInda of Papa trying his best to 'hong' his daughter down... sort of cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 328px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6016/paparayjd5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Tks to those whom remember my birthday... no matter how short the message is, it juz touches me by the thoughts behind it... the thoughts does matters... Tks people!! Meet ya people soon...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-6625560457043169998?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/6625560457043169998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=6625560457043169998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6625560457043169998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/6625560457043169998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-ya-yup-i-am-22-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7990587646314204313</id><published>2007-04-09T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:31:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey bloggy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today though is a Monday, somehow I am quite happy &amp; relax... Duno why no bluezzz~ hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, seems like I been eating and eating non stop... since last last Sat I think..  Anyway, tiz week meeting Xia, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; again... lol. Getting fat... omg... like what I always said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chi de bao, shui de hao&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life's Good&lt;/span&gt;... I know is time to go run  again... Ponggol here I come!!! anyone with me? LOLx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;this year, we are going to break our record of last year and the year before... is an annual event... so what is it? I won't tell you now... shhhhhh.... =X haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RhoULfrUujI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlyHU9cEoGY/s1600-h/644%7EEeyore-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RhoULfrUujI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlyHU9cEoGY/s320/644%7EEeyore-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051372119763761714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an Eeyore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plushie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; last week. sort of an super early bday present... Is an Eeyore that has butterfly wings... so cute... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Eeyore so much... why? I also not sure. Perhaps is abit like me... Gloomy and sometimes get abit depress... =X But don't know why, Eeyore is not really that welcome by most. I felt he was being bias against with. When you go to most shops, they have Pigget, Tigger, Pooh, Rabbit etc... but Eeyore is sometimes not found. somehow till now, I yet find puzzle that is Eeyore alone... so sad rite?? pooor thing~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this Eeyore, I think got abit kiddish these days... even Mum there shake head... haha... so is a licence to act cute huh? haha... for time being la... will recover back soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tks DADDY...!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-7990587646314204313?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7990587646314204313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7990587646314204313' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7990587646314204313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7990587646314204313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKU5nxAqxmA/RhoULfrUujI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlyHU9cEoGY/s72-c/644%7EEeyore-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1915630745742901450</id><published>2007-03-19T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:46:57.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday, we have to make choices. Having options, some people said is good, some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to make decisions. Always made bad judgment. Or should say I can’t accept any slightest error that will occur, I want perfect results. No, should put in this way: I don’t like to make decisions that will affect others. If the either option will only affect solely myself, I don’t mind taking risk of whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for me is that, I dare not make any choice. Because either way, there bound to be heartaches/headaches for those parties involved. So, here I am in the “stationary” mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone did tell me before, “How worse can it gets” type of thinking. I never try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am really in a vulnerable state. Any wrong move might just shatter me. Nor I am confident of it. Maybe I am just needed of assurance and support, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-1915630745742901450?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1915630745742901450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1915630745742901450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1915630745742901450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1915630745742901450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyday-we-have-to-make-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4174936339566053444</id><published>2007-03-14T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:52:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today nothing seems to be right... from work to friends to family to transportation... haiz... I never like things to fly out of my control... even it is, I can 'ride' it well.. but today is non of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it me or the people? or is God having some sort of fun? I don't know. I wasn't angry with anyone, or myself. Is just feeling '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor where here or there&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an 'advice' from the horoscope this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A key word for you today is patience. Learn how to wait without becoming restless or grumpy."&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can I be grumpy? or juz a little grouchy? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4174936339566053444?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4174936339566053444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4174936339566053444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4174936339566053444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4174936339566053444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-nothing-seems-to-be-right.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-1540337761765461317</id><published>2007-03-09T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:12:50.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm... here I come to vacuum off the spider webs, just in case someone complains (u r the only one person wor~)... =p hahaha... jk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this week not much of update... hmm.. let me see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana to change the color of my room since before Chinese New Year... but till now, seems no signs of brushing the walls of the room... haha... Well, I've got the color charts, but seems can't decide what color to use. haiz... my sis seems to 'fight' with me over the colors used. when I say I want &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she wants &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;light purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. then I suggested &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bright pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she wants &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pale pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... OMG... Mum seems to 'flip' when we fight... LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I think I might take up the pencil again and draw a draft layout of my room and put in colors using the computer... I want to have 2 different color walls in my room, but can't decide which colors. Now headache thing is, com DEAD!!! irritating... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I don't really have much choice of colors... Mum gave me 4 options due to fengshui;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; ???. a NO-NO colors are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haiz... seems like having options is equal to not having options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. so can use? can I? or can I not? well, I think Mum also close 1 eye on me ... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I may paint 1 wall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Galazy&lt;/span&gt; (dark &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;) with another wall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pale &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungold&lt;/span&gt; (bright &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;) with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Evergreen&lt;/span&gt; (dark  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;). I can't imagine what would be the result, but it just sound FUN!!! yippy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last problem: with such the above combinations, what will be the color of the door??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-1540337761765461317?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/1540337761765461317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=1540337761765461317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1540337761765461317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/1540337761765461317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5234802155967362985</id><published>2007-02-28T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:09:41.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmm... today still consider Chinese New YEar wor... Happy New Year!! here is some recap on what happen for that new year week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, I felt old... haiz... I never like CNY in the first place, and this year made it worse... Why? you may asked... Well, this year I find that there are more kids running around me... &gt;.&lt;" Kids growing up, I strinking old.... what to do?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. CNY is as normal as usual as per every year... haha.. Reunion dinner is always at home... then other days dinner is else where...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, mentioning about dinner, the chinese resturant at the One Fullerton, I felt really waste money... waw piang, so little selections, service no good... damn irritating... really not worth the money I spent there.... still prefer Jumbo... haiz...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after dinner, my whole family leisurely sit at the StarBucks by the sea and wait for the fireworks... while waiting, I realized we never see fireworks together before... Parents watch during their courting days I guess.. XD Me almost every year... I think the Kids never... =X well, I hope the pictures I took that night of my family will come out good...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day we went over to Aunt house to 'lo hei'... Quite fun sia... Coz I am the one sort of preparing... hehe.. the ingredients are those standard ones lo.. But when came to laying out in the dish, I tio stuck... "Is there a standard way of laying out??" In the end, no one seems to able to tell me.. hehe.. so shun bian lo... LOLx. we had a fun time 'lo-ing'... I think my auntie's new maid got stunned on the way we 'lo hei' wahahaha... anyway, fun is what matters most...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur, met up with Yun, Xia &amp; Jasmine for lunchie... We had lunchie (aka Farewell lunchie for Yun) at Great World as Xia had to work that day.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(see, we treat you so good... =P)&lt;/span&gt; we ate at the Crystal Jade.. the food not bad... except for the noodles that I orderd. Sichuan favor. soooo yuckks... =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, I followed Yun "huan dao zhui zhui zhui"... haha.. we took bus to Parkway Parade as yun wanted to get some stuff from his uncle.  After that, we took a bus to SIM LIM Sq to get her external hard-disc... well, I quite blur at which one to buy. I think Yun bought Seagate one as mine is Samsung, and its DEAD. I went to back that shop and told them mine is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;. Even they can't rescue it.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaoz...&lt;/span&gt; I was asked to go to the serivice centre. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian... &lt;/span&gt;no servicing done actually, the personel actually want to have a one to one exhange... My DATA how???? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piang...&lt;/span&gt; she recommend a 3rd party recovering data shop... I was advised that the cost of recovering is $240 including service charge!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt; in the end, the data in it don't really worth that cost, is just that those photos gone... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;  so did a one to one exhange lo... I did a little shopping at SLS, bought a PCI USB Card and a card reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT, the club memebers had 'lo hei' at my house. Morning I went to the vegeterian resturant to buy... Mum cook curry chicken &amp; beehoon for us... Diana was the first one to arrive ard 3pm... the rest came shortly after that... Senior fandi purposely bought the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG Giant&lt;/span&gt; oranges over... &gt;.&lt;" haha.. but at least in the end he also bring the correct ones...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY as usual, gambling is always the entertainment...  haha.. my house so small, but still can hold 2 ' gambling dens'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 252px;" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1580/yetanothergroupofgambleco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 367px; height: 252px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/6118/enjoyingnn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, my brother also know how to play... her sister ME don't even really remember how to play... &gt;.&lt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here comes the main dish of the day... LoHei!! I bought vegeterian one as I not sure the ingredients of those normal lo hei is halal or not.. but there is still salamon .... =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 215px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble small table can't take so many people lar.. have to squeeze... 15 ppl plus my family... waw seh... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 221px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, lo hei sure made a mess out of the place... food all over the place... but lo hei muz eat the balance mah.. so we sweep the balance off the table to eat also... LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 207px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 406px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 216px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandi also bought some wine over... It tasted better than one I bought... His was 2 bottle in a package that come with the wine pourer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 273px; height: 409px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 213px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our noisey Yam Seh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 234px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 235px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 237px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nearly flipped when saw this... Bryan purposely did a close up on me for the yam&lt;br /&gt;seh... &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 186px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Ray got abit high.. he always like that after he drinks... I think my mum was abit there  shaking her head... LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 232px;" src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/7652/thisissowrongqh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ray with my Mum... he was phyco-ing my mum for the whereabouts of the 3rd bottle of wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 209px;" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/8259/rayandariesmummyll8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 219px;" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/8369/untitled1copyrrvw2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to AMK Kbox for a show down sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 212px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r125/Plump_Sheep/Picture017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 405px;" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/1089/michelleandraytl8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 209px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r125/Plump_Sheep/Picture004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY holidays considered over when I send Yun off the next day... =( Yun, you must jia you wor... Cya in Dec!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-5234802155967362985?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5234802155967362985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5234802155967362985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5234802155967362985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5234802155967362985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/02/image-hosted-by-imageshackus.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-339645795621807856</id><published>2007-02-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:48:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="header"&gt;Guys Next Door - I've Been Waiting For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Girl I've been searchin so long thru this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       trying to find someone who could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       what my picture of love was to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       and you came along                     When I saw you I knew you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       the love that I've been dreamin of                     I've been waitin for you (waitin for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life for somebody who (somebody who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       makes me feel the way I feel when I'm with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       have you been waitin too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       cuz I've been waitin for you                     Girl I've been saving my love all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       cuz I knew someday I would find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the one that i've loved for so long in my mind From the moment that I looked in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I saw the girl I've loved all my life                     I've been waitin for you (waitin for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life for somebody who (somebody who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       makes me feel the way I feel when I'm with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       have you been waitin too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause I've been waitin for you Now that I've found you I just cant let u go (cant let you go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       no no no ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh there's just one thing I want you to kno Spoken: girl I love you so... I've been waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I've been waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       when I saw you I knew you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       the love that I've been dreaming of                     I've been waitin for you (waitin for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life for somebody who (somebody who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       makes me feel the way I feel when I'm with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       have you been waitin too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       cause I've been waitin for you                     I've been waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I've been waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I've been waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       all my life waitin for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is a nice song to remember... Happy Valentine Day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z7t1RuV7kj"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z7t1RuV7kj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-339645795621807856?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/339645795621807856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=339645795621807856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/339645795621807856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/339645795621807856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-next-door-ive-been-waiting-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4451921552318069658</id><published>2007-01-30T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:57:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How sad it gets when someone realized that the trust should be there but it is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have disappointed this someone. Even before I mention it, he had such a gut feeling that I will not believe him no matter what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the reasons I said, I believe there is nothing can be done to redeem myself. yes, is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I think I have screwed up myself. And stained the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been letting people around me down; what am I doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4451921552318069658?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4451921552318069658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4451921552318069658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4451921552318069658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4451921552318069658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-sad-it-gets-when-someone-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8922723333197086032</id><published>2007-01-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:32:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had a fun Sat.. Went for shoot at St John. It was a nice place for one-day retreat. Sunbathed in the sun ended having myself "overbaked". very painful now.. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home on Fri night for an hour sleep around 5am before meeting the rest for the outing. The friday nite was out for late night movie &amp; pool + mid-nite supper &amp;amp; shopping @ Mustafa. Watched "the Last Dance". erm... I think I still can't make sense what the story is. I think I need to re-watch it again. Senior was very stunned for me &amp; ed never step into Mustafa before... very surprise meh? haha.. I always walked pass there, but never been in once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have lots of reasons to go there le... I found some nice Chocolates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing time was 8.30am, so I have at least an hour to rest. Nevertheless, I was late. Reach around 8.45am. Simin was the last person to arrive. We went to Jetty to wait for her. We nearly missed it. My mood was lighter after we passed the ticket Uncle. I remember I was running &amp;amp; skipping like a kid, even the boat Uncle says "Slowly gals..." lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thiz outing was a slow one as I was kind of sleepy (i think the rest also !! zzz....). I think, that is why I was able to dozed off in the sun. the wind was cool enough that never let me realize how blazing was the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was wide awake. my mind was filled. that place is a very nice place for deep thoughts... Perhaps I should go back there again soon... I like sleeping at the edge of the stone slope where can hear the rushing waters beneath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the outing, back home for bath and out for Eugene bday... wow, it seems quite awhile I seen all of them... missed those fun we always have... keke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the whole of that day, my mind was not with the people I with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was at the island, I thought of someone. Wondering what was he doing at the moment. We never out for such outings before. Tea sessions is always the ones. I also thought of that night... looking back, I don't know I cried for whom. For me or ... I felt I did a great mis-deed to him. Since then, I am in guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was with the class, my minded drift off too. I not sure why, but seems I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy myself. I just can't be myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what I said, it just overwrites alot of things. Is not neglecting other things, but is just doing what my heart feels... perhaps I feel too much for it; so right now, no matter what, it is just first in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I just want someone to stand at my side in what I do...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-8922723333197086032?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8922723333197086032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8922723333197086032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8922723333197086032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8922723333197086032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-fun-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5231244247379642984</id><published>2007-01-17T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:38:10.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You are ripe for a change, dear Aries. Perhaps it's time to dig up and dust off that resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god... when things got so accurate... &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-5231244247379642984?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/5231244247379642984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=5231244247379642984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5231244247379642984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5231244247379642984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-ripe-for-change-dear-aries.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7911290984635519395</id><published>2007-01-14T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:18:13.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know, was there wondering, do guys think that when ladies have mood swings are due to either PMS or Pregnancy. Though, sometimes is true, but there are times neither is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be a happy day. But perhaps, due to the earlier part of the day that bought my mood down &amp; magnify my emotions. I have been trying to cover up all my emotions but guess I gave in when I was all alone when getting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go Ponggol End seaside but seems my feet leaded me elsewhere... Home is still where I belong. Like someone said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your family is always your pillar of strenght.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things got piled up; when all sorts of infomation/alternatives of different natrue coming in from all directions awaiting for your choices; realizing that running away is not an option, stress gotten me. Yup, I guess is I hate to face it alone. Fear had engulfed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he said was true, "Don't remember the past nor think of the future; just live the day." But my flaw is just directly of the opposite. There are alot of questions that I yet gotten any answers; nor daring to go find them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the my first resoulution written at the club forum able to come ture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess the guys won't be accessing to here. But I still want to give my deep heartfelt gratitude to them. Hope my previous night never stunned them too much. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7911290984635519395?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7911290984635519395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7911290984635519395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7911290984635519395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7911290984635519395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-was-there-wondering-do-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7256267487636947751</id><published>2007-01-10T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:49:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey there... in the previous entry, I mentioned about a book that I read... is by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his first book I read was &lt;a href="http://www.nicholassparks.com/Novels/AWalkToRemember/Flap.html"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/a&gt;, it was introduced by Heng. It was a simple &amp; innocent love story that will bring memories to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book I been reading is &lt;a href="http://www.nicholassparks.com/Novels/AtFirstSight/Index.html"&gt;At First Sight&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This book was borrowed from a senior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is a wonderful story. I seldom read novels on romantic theme. Mostly, horror plots that revolving vampires, ghouls, ghosts etc.. these just catches my attention. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is not those teenage-romance tale. It revloves getting out of singlehood into having another someone walking together in life &amp;amp; setting up a family. Is the mindset changes... The story is very touching. In a span of 30mins, I was laughing at the story till I teared at the unexpected turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I am 3/4 way thu' the story for the 2nd round. Just realized that, I have missed quite a number of small details to make the fuller picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this book is a lovely book to spend time on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These days a piece of song been running in my head. Don't know why it just sound so familar. I could not make out where I heard from. now, although I can't understand the lyrics, I can hum the music... omg..  haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is a very nice piece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-7256267487636947751?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7256267487636947751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7256267487636947751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7256267487636947751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7256267487636947751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-2839617500257336524</id><published>2007-01-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:50:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote face="arial"&gt;... for the first time, I find nothing to do. Is not nothing for me to do, just that nothing fits my mood &amp;amp; thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, yesterday my world seems to stop moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the reference library, don't feel like going in... no ATM card so cant go SLS... Walked to pool centre, stucked outside the door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet was down. Backup harddisk also crashed. Mp3 player no batt. Hp low batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed a card reader badly, but blur me left the ATM at the other wallet... internet down been like for like months and I just lazy to call up the call centre to check the promotion for the new modemn. Initially I thought is okie, as I able to online in the day. At least there are stuff for me to do offline. But now, my portable harddisk died on me. kaoz... damn irrittating... I yet transfer the files back to computer after formating!! files lost... forever... zzzzzzzz... Especially the photos... past 3 years memories gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else coming... sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, fall back to the book I was reading for the 2nd time... Will talk about the book at the next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-2839617500257336524?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/2839617500257336524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=2839617500257336524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2839617500257336524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/2839617500257336524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-4094982779007126654</id><published>2007-01-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:16:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is a piece that I like most... By Ed of coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for I never take a picture of a backview that is of "feeling"... I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 266px;" src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/3893/dsc7624copyoq2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-4094982779007126654?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/4094982779007126654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=4094982779007126654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4094982779007126654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/4094982779007126654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-piece-that-i-like-most.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-8979055607427725223</id><published>2007-01-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:16:42.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for someone whom stay tuned here.... sorry to keep you waiting... =D the pictures are credited to Edwin. The pictures of the previous post is credited to Affandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: no PS enhancement done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am lazy =X&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maps readings... where should we go? here? there? where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/1885/dsc7196oy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the KISSes... whooohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/9641/dsc7236wa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/1359/dsc7237sf6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img467.imageshack.us/img467/6932/dsc7253wr9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pig&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Big Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img467.imageshack.us/img467/9891/dsc7247nr5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I look like someone that I had lost touch with =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/6899/dsc7220yr0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Poor Ed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6892/dsc7356gy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Chirstmas coming to Town... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/1630/dsc7391zx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Handsome Boy ready to Party for the 1st time ever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7603/dsc7439lq7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm in the mood to party....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2988/dsc7448jb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;my Princess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/6223/dsc7550qw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Sister-ly" Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/8766/dsc7557ud8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Foot Massage juz before we headed home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/7774/dsc7573qi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Foot Massage: that was my first time having foot massage. Actually not that painful as I thought. well, after effect was: SHIOK !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/3252/dsc7576lc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am ready to Jump Train! Can anyone give me a little push?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/6327/dsc7615ci6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yet develop my rolls of films yet, wondering how will it came out.. I love the streets there... those "sub-urban" feel... I also like the old rail way station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in plan for a 2nd trip...  kekeke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-8979055607427725223?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/8979055607427725223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=8979055607427725223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8979055607427725223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/8979055607427725223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-someone-whom-stay-tuned-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-7103223875705835943</id><published>2006-12-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:50:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yup, some delayed post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my KL trip... the first overseas trip for NYPPC!! four person only.... -_-" haha... Lazy to type out the details for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22nd-26th Dec 06&lt;/span&gt;. But no matter what, it was a Funky &amp; Happening trip!! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my Christmas there... partying w/o getting drunk...  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a little stomach upset on the 1st night, maybe is due to the roadside food... Guess I was too "clean" to intake those "unclean" food... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed at Renaissance (New World).  Near KL Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;View from the room in the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very nice night view but forgoten to take picture.... =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 396px;" src="http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/839/klrpm7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lost and Found: A&amp;W (I miz the RootBear!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 327px;" src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/6947/kl6copyren8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Twin Tower Visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(poor senior got up early to Q for the tix.. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 257px;" src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/807/kl1copyrch6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my main highlight for the trip: to "Drunk" the 'Kids' !!  =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 261px;" src="http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/7816/kl5copyrhk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juz before we headed home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 251px;" src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/3859/kl2copyrmu9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this trip, I got myself a Daddy, a Daughter &amp; a Son!!! omg~ made me sound old nia... lolx. never overspend was one thing, regret never get enough chocolates was the main thing!!! wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time files... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year has ended &amp;amp; start aNew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-7103223875705835943?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/7103223875705835943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=7103223875705835943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7103223875705835943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/7103223875705835943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/12/yup-some-delayed-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-5311758618683761147</id><published>2006-12-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:24:48.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as the day grew nearer, the confusion is greater. there are thoughts that can't be written down; feelings can't be shown. Is like, there is no right or no wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In confusion state....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;?????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To someone&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am really sorry to hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-5311758618683761147?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5311758618683761147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/5311758618683761147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-day-grew-nearer-confusion-is-greater.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116643507278198606</id><published>2006-12-18T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:53:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke the night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heyhey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was fAnTastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, I pass my Advance!! =D actt plan to postpode this test since last week, but keep forgeting till is too late to cancel. so no choice to go for it. Mindset was: "go &amp;amp; see how the qns will come out, den re-sit again lo." I was least prepared for it + not-really-intrested in it + no hands-on before. But I pass it!!!! whoohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eveing met up with Uncle Heng for dinner @ 925... he slim down le. I repeat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SLIM DOWN&lt;/span&gt; le... =p we went for desert after dinner. omg, it seems years since I back there for desert. order as usual. you know what, the Lasak store moved!! to next-door.. haha... Deduction: had a fight with owner. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fact of the day&lt;/span&gt;: Ying is not Sister Aries nor Mother Aries. she's forever Xiao Mei Mei... =X hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the night meet Fandi @ YCK to meet up with the rest of the club members @ bugis for the suppose-to-be 'farewell' party for the KL trip go-ers. Is a SheSha outing @ Haji lane (I think so...) I never been to that place at night. Only once in the day for shoot. the environment there seem much better &amp;amp; peaceful then other older&lt;br /&gt;shophouses area (chinatown, india area etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandi (the only one whom tried Shesha b4..) lead us there. Is &lt;a href="http://www.ambrosiacafesingapore.com/index.html"&gt;Ambrosia&lt;/a&gt;. Is quite a cozy place to hang-out. ali-ba-ba type of carpet floor &amp;amp; low lightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me, taken w/o my knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1500/img0017resizedqw8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me, trying to act cute.. =X see, it was so cozy till I wan to hug the cushion &amp;amp; slp... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/4858/09286e01jc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray got himself some "romantic" encounter that we can't stop laughing at. The shesha experience was out of norm. is fun. I think shesha is abit harmful to health (the fact that it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;tobacco&lt;/span&gt;), but once in a while is ok, I guess. =X &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON't get ADDICTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed off to Esplanade to drink again after sending Ber &amp;amp; her friend off. it was quite windy there. Ray got high after the 1st sip. &amp;amp; after that he was totally OFF. the VIds were on while be gave some nonsense but harmless speeches featuring those 'complicated relationships' we have in the club. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called it a day ard 6 plus in the morning. the hangout was totally fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, it was another day start. Headed home to change and out I go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116643507278198606?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116643507278198606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116643507278198606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116643507278198606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116643507278198606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/12/smoke-night-out.html' title='smoke the night out'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116617210913180299</id><published>2006-12-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:44:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me see wat I been doing these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Jas a few days back. Yup he is finally back!! gain a little weight there (which he claim is gain due to muscle building LOLx)... but ok lar still dashing as ever... haha... got me a necklance... well, abit too girly for me leh... hahaha... drag him to liquid kitchen as planned. not much drinking for him coz he driving, so pool session all the way... gald to hear some gd news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching up some old days feels like we are OLD le... tsk tsk tsk... well, true enuf, we are abit "out of the trend" le... LOLx. but seriously, I did miz those fun back then... we should go cheong again someday... whoohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Yun &amp; Xia for dinner the nxt day... Organizer: XIA!! I think SUN going to rise from wrong direction soon... haha... Sakae sushi buffet @ Funan... not bad... I think the varities quite different compared to other branches... the tie-ban-shao also not bad... yum yum yum... tat Xia kept eat n eat only... tsk tsk tsk.. the order list long till the waitress also scared of us.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Xia - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must make your money worth&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bump into Shijie after dinner. he was working at the Singtel shop... been such a long time nv see him le... enlisting sooooon... in March.... hhaa... wish him luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yday not much thing, went back sch for some stuff... bump into someone... haiz... such luck (rotten one) sia.. ZZZZZZZZzzzZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day today, though is a Friday... guess the intial stepping out at the wrong side of the bed this morning will last me till the end of the day... been out here n there... truly shack... cancelled this eveing dinner. felt so guilty now... but knowing I be down the emo rollar coaster today, so save the person from agony bah... Being grouchy is not a gd accompany... sori bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone had those feeling whereby, there is a ball of energy snowballing, awaiting to unleash out?? omg... I have that now... haha... need some rough actitives to release them... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~ARGH~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope next week would be much better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116617210913180299?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116617210913180299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116617210913180299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116617210913180299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116617210913180299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-me-see-wat-i-been-doing-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116581739125547350</id><published>2006-12-11T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:09:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116581739125547350?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116581739125547350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116581739125547350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116581739125547350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116581739125547350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-moon-hope-expectation-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116469713067812191</id><published>2006-11-28T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:58:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking to heng yday, I realized there lotsa of stuff that shouldn't be missed.. food of coz' LOLx. A&amp;W, Donkin Donuts, the Rami Burger.. (oh ya, never never asked where is RAMI. Coz' you will get unexpected ans... *awwww* =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, I remember the WONTON meeeee...  which street sia... I don't rememeber le... hmmm... muz ask again when time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw calculated, CHIVAS is cheap ... *opz* but I think I will be the only person to touch it lo... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... heard that is the so-called GREAT SALE.. jialet... shopping list like abit long sia... hmm... shld I just bring a small bag, then go there buy a big bagpack so to bag all the stuff back.... =X erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, muz BARGAIN!!! sa! sa! sa!!! whoohoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QNS of the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how come train ride is longer than BUS ride?!?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will I end up in Thailand?? *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm thrilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is railway train &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fall in love with it after the close encountered with one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the shopping..&lt;br /&gt;maybe a exploration with camera...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the food...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is no government (aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo zen hu&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of maybe... but I am juz thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116469713067812191?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116469713067812191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116469713067812191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116469713067812191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116469713067812191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116400147180294414</id><published>2006-11-20T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:44:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;last weekend was a joyful one... hehe... but till now I only have the ones taken yday at Diana's bday, so I gg to blog abt it... keke... still waiting for the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan her bday like weeks ago... she is our current club president.... on Friday, we went over to Yun's hse to bake cake... with the help of Yun's mum, we learnt to bake cake (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok, I am a baking cake idiot&lt;/span&gt;). I was surprised that JM knew alot abt the cakey stuff...  LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day finally arrived... we had a lunchie at Hans. Surpposed to have it at Cafe Cartel, but have last min changes.... but the food is till nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the birthday gal &amp; her cake... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(tks to Yun's Mum's guidance for it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 159px; height: 237px;" src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/8807/dsc6492wh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cutting of cake is done at some other place, Millenia Walk. phew~ coz' there are some "cream spreading".  LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for that day suppose to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but some still 'pai sey' to wear them... haha... erm... that's the pink I wore... and I think toooooooo bright... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the pinkies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 281px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/122/300941207_9f16679f7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bithday gal with VP, JianMin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 239px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/106/300941045_95fc542be8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bithday gal with Secretary, Yew Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 179px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/99/300941132_847beb65b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, with senior Ray &amp; Affandi, sure lots of fun... no matter where is the place/outing... so here is one... trying to make somone jealous who is not able to be present yday... *opz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sweetie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 169px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/300940951_56a9d0ff17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake smearing is can't be avoided... Diana simply can't out-run Ray &amp; Fandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 232px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/photokor/KorPhoto312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is even round 2... chased &amp; cornered her... bring her back... safe landing in the waters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;erm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 207px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/300941969_a189e979a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of coz we will have group photos in the end... but Bryan was not in there... he is the photographer mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;let's Jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/300941755_1af9b6eae8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;looks like "ballet" .. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/300941839_2c0ed359d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one before we go... to end the water sessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;with Bryan in there of coz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 228px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/300941339_484bef6f9d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing wet session at the 'pool', we went over to have another 'pool' session. of coz' I refering to the table pool. We finish off the day with dinner at Marina Sq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Beautiful Lights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 258px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/106/300942137_05ebe1ba0a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indeed have a very very nice day with them... with the club, there is nothing but fun... relaxing and can forget about anything that bothering me. =) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116400147180294414?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116400147180294414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116400147180294414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116400147180294414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116400147180294414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-weekend-was-joyful-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116399031555012363</id><published>2006-11-17T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:38:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how will it feels to go overseas on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I can imagine, myself with a big bag-pack + a camera and off I go... anywhere... can be Nepal, can be Africa... can be war-zone areas... any place that my camera worth to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a free bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom is what I want, I guesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year back, when someone mentioned that "those photographers are stupid. see tusnami is coming still there taking photos." seriously, I was angry about it. What the person taken, is something that we will never see. To me, if a person able to capture that very cucial moment in life, even meet death, is still all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photojournalist like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? he is a person started off as a sports photographer, ended his life due to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I admired this guy alot. He covered the things that cannot be seen in norm conditions. To me, photographs are meant to depict a story. Photograhers are doing something whereby, telling the rest of the world what is happening on the other side of the globe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but sometimes no one seems to understand and appreciate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kevin... believed that photographs could help bring attention to Africa, and in turn help cure some of its ills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BUT I have a strong emotions towards not taking photos of pysically or intelligence disabled people. Why? Because I feel I may be exploiting my subjects. They have their life &amp; privacy. But if I don't take them, how can I bring attentions their mishaps &amp;amp; touching stories? In turn, it might be a new turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is contriditing right? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hehe... I suddenly think of a person. Mr K.C Wong. He was my math teacher in seconday 2. He left for his photography career at SPH after teaching us for a few months. At that point of time, I keep asking Mr Wong why he want to leave. I like his style of teaching; which is easy to pick up math topics. He end up taught me one phrase, ren ge you zhi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(yea, after I started working, i trully understands it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;** why such things came to me?? well, is becasue I yet find someone to share the similar thinking as mine. The way I see things, and how come I can have such a strongl feel towards something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Life is more than just routines &amp; rituals. Experiencing the unexpected moments are what is the main purpose when we make a trip to this mortal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Go for trills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116399031555012363?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116399031555012363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116399031555012363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116399031555012363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116399031555012363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-will-it-feels-to-go-overseas-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116335393938150564</id><published>2006-11-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:21.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3505/624/1600/Photo-0025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3505/624/400/Photo-0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love to stand there... Cars running pass below you... wind brushes my face.... started to settling into my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too much things running in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116335393938150564?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116335393938150564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116335393938150564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116335393938150564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116335393938150564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/11/night-like-this.html' title='a night like this...'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116184313082913077</id><published>2006-10-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:12:10.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;The rapid level of growth which you've probably been experiencing could suddenly prove too much for you today, dear Aries, and you might need to take a little breather try to grasp what's happening in your life. New friends, new knowledge, and new opportunities have appeared in profusion, but you might still be feeling a bit down all the same, wondering if you can handle it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how true is that.... yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116184313082913077?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116184313082913077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116184313082913077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116184313082913077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116184313082913077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/rapid-level-of-growth-which-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116178952507713163</id><published>2006-10-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:18:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BLASTING&lt;/span&gt; in the world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SWING&lt;/span&gt; along with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MELODY&lt;/span&gt; … Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;INTOXICATED&lt;/span&gt; with alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I love being drown in the sea of music. go with the flow... sway with the tune... buried in it.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate responsibilities!!! when it came from all directions, I can't do anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Know a call is just away... but never use it.... Anwsers is what I just need. HELL, what is going on for me!! where is the Aries that used to be?? wt..... there is alot alot I wan to do. there is alot I wan to say. there are things I wan to shout. keeping quiet is not my style... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I WAN TO CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-116178952507713163?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116178952507713163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116178952507713163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116178952507713163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116178952507713163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/blasting-in-world-of-music-swing-along.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116169538515572374</id><published>2006-10-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:14:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so we took that cab back to NYP. took the keys from Diana for the studio &amp; club room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been a year at least I think since I go back club room. They changed the room and share with Geo Council!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaoz...&lt;/span&gt; I don't like them since back then.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;#$%@#$%%##&lt;/span&gt; Me &amp; Aaron plan to go club room to put our bag first. oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt;!!! the room is in a terrible mess.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waw piang&lt;/span&gt;... by the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEO COUNCIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;#%%^$^%#^%$&amp;*%%^&amp;amp;amp;amp;*%$^&amp;%%$#$^&amp;amp;%$#$%%^&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought the room is theirs only huh?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaoz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with it man. But I need to change and get some food first. kay, went to the canteen downstairs for food.... Simin called in. Meet us there after her driving. Ray reached after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time!!! I was really in the fedup mood.... those don't belong to us, throw back to the other side of the room...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HELL&lt;/span&gt; man... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaoz&lt;/span&gt;... so many things not ours how come is on our table. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there is one stupid thing I realized.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;clubs share &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt; cupboard. STUPID rite????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cleaning, just before leaving for the studio, Ray drew something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;an international hand sign for the beloved Geo Club. LOLx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture worth more than a thousand words. indeed. words are added in by our beloved Simin. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much crap to take to clean up the hellish area!!!&lt;/span&gt;" whoohoo... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to studio for some clean up also. Not really clean up lar, just some packing. haha... we put the room under utilzed. Model shoots!!! haha... super no standard.... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opz&lt;/span&gt;* lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Shoot in Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"San Ba" -__-'||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;my little cute Publicity, Simin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;just dun understand why Ray &amp; Aaron can't have a nice pose or something.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 209px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 209px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;a grp pic before we headed to the notice board...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 282px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/photokor/IMG_0665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over our notice board to hang "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;under constuction&lt;/span&gt;". Yup, we made some havoc there too... cant stop laughing. We attracted couple of stares when we were there. not sure is due to our noise or our board. well, that is the main purpose of the notice board right? to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTRACT&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Publications @ Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5596.jpg" /&gt;       &lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't know what is Ray up to.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;OMG!!! tsk tsk tsk... lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;he is the ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;here is our MASTERPIECE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/westray/IMG_5612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I don't know what will happen when the higher authority saw that. haha... we really leave the thing there as it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this bunch of people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116169538515572374?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116169538515572374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116169538515572374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116169538515572374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116169538515572374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-we-took-that-cab-back-to-nyp.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116168844449011875</id><published>2006-10-24T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:14:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Holiday Morning Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today is such an advantureous day... lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with breakfast with Aaron at Hougang Mac.  oh man, ever since grad from NYP, I never been at Mac for breakfast... (been such a pig ... @.@) keke... Off we go, to MacRitchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treetop Walk suppose to be the main purpose of the trip. Guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOSED on MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;. No harvest for yesterday? nah... sure have. I finally know the exact location of the tomb that I been reading about it. But this found is accidentally. The route taken is not the one taken during sec sch days cross country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk and Walk. Walk &amp; Walk. still WAAAALLLKKKing.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We came to a part where the golf course is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously I don't know this area can be so beautiful. To me, the mild haze created a coldness fog-like area that we see in movies. (Like those Scottland huge Lakes) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk continues. We came to the Jelutong tower. I think that is the only structure we saw other then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TREESs&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 198px;" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/7691/photo0033kz4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 197px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/8542/photo0032sg0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;jUleTonG towER!!                                                    heRe we aRE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The view is not bad... except for the mild haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/5126/photo0029sb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of this tower, I want to say, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I AM SERIOUSLY LOST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" I duno where to go. which path to get out of this place....!! OMG... haiz... we continued the path that surpose to lead us to the Tree Top Walk. We came to a cross-road. Guess what it says??? "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Landslide. Path Closed&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*faintz*&lt;/span&gt; took a U-turn back to the Juletong Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, we are brave enough not to take the route back (all the way back to the start....!!), but the other road that lead to "not sure where about". It came to a road block that says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Private Property. Keep Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." hell, I am lost liao, u think will I guai gaui U-Turn?!?!?! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we cross over the barrier and headed along the praved road. I super-heck-care le.. I shouted across the field to those cabbies that is walking with the golf bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncles, how to go out????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the way", came the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, walk again. you know what came into my mind?? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So how far is this way out??!?!" haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 239px; height: 191px;" src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/5302/photo0035zp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;paved roads!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 190px;" src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3254/photo0034sg0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;paved roads is far better than those muddy path that not sure will lead us to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we finally found the place out.. I don't know which part of Singapore we ended up at. haha.. Lucky a cab came into the country club to drop passenger, else we don't know how far we going to walk till we hit any bus-stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing I said to the taxi driver, "Uncle, please lead me to civilization." wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we in the end took this cab to NYP to meet Ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the total distance covered was?? 8Km? 10Km? God knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116168844449011875?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116168844449011875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116168844449011875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116168844449011875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116168844449011875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/public-holiday-morning-adventure.html' title='Public Holiday Morning Adventure'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116136722885427355</id><published>2006-10-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:24:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internally Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey ya!! little bloggy... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*archooo* *red red nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I finally understand or should says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FEEL&lt;/span&gt; "what is the little Angel &amp; Devil fighting over internally"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 134px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.indianchild.com/images/angel13.JPG" /&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 108px; height: 204px;" src="http://fs4.deviantart.com/i/2004/252/2/d/lil_devil_by_mistressofcows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there will be one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Little Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do it, while the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT  FUNKY Little Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tells me to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahead... lolx... seriously, I find the devil's idea interesting, don't mind trying it out. the result I dun mind seeing it... I got more and more interested as days goes by... it came unfold in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i was just quite vexed about it. I think is the issues that is happening around me, casued me to think about it.... kay, maybe mind running too fast also... *Spins like a top*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end the little Angel still wins. Don't ask me why. That Funky Devil &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; weak lar... bo bian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is that idea then? LOLX. *won't let you know what is that idea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116136722885427355?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116136722885427355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116136722885427355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116136722885427355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116136722885427355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/internally-fight.html' title='Internally Fight'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-116098038914902611</id><published>2006-10-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:51:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been quite awhile not here to drop an entry... today here am I... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend not too bad... very fulfilling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eveing went Chomp Chomp for dinner with Senior Fanndi &amp; Ray, Aaron &amp;amp; Diana. With 5 person, we had 1 plate of fried carrot cake, 20 sticks of satay, 1 plate of sotong, 1 bowl of prawn mee, 3 plates of "hao jian"&amp;&amp;amp; 2 plates of sting ray!! of coz' we did ordered the huge glasses of sugar cane juices... but me had Lime juice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget to take a picture of our mini FEAST... tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we headed to Liquid Kitchen for some CHILL out session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/8518/chompriq9.jpg" alt="Us!!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cOsy liTTle aREa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, finally I am at Liquid Kitchen after Heng been talking n talking about it.... haha... Not too bad a place to chill out... I bet the guys will agree with me, coz' they had a great time bio-ing char bo...  opz... LOLx. the drinks ok ok lar (maybe ordered wrong lar), but the potato wedges GOOOOOOOOD sia.... the night ended back at AMK S11 coffee shop with Ray having prata for supper!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started out early for me.... have to fetch Zhong from school and went for HP at Nancy hse. Heng was the MC for that event.. His 2nd time!! getting better &amp; better!! Kudos!!! Night time we had BBQ downstairs of Nancy's hse... it been a long time I been to a BBQ without me having to prepare the food &amp;amp; there BBQ them... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that Doris &amp; I headed down to Cinelesiure for Kbox. Blur me headed to the 8th floor de... is like more Ex then the rest leh... nearly $30!!!! for 3 hrs only lo!!!! *@$@#%#%#* haha... I remember I went to the 4th floor de not so expensive... Isn't Kbox all the same????!!! anyway, had a great VOICE-ing out... LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is best for me.... SLEEPing for 16.5 hours straight... don't ask me why... Just feel like sleeping lo... End up waking up with a head spin... *idiotic* At night just could not fall asleep... Serve me right? yea.. I think so... haha... so pack room lo... But in the end read book again.... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A journey to remember" a simple but very sweet love story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for my weekend... Looking forward to another weekend FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-116098038914902611?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/116098038914902611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=116098038914902611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116098038914902611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/116098038914902611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-quite-awhile-not-here-to-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-115907184898486391</id><published>2006-09-24T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:24:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wished to give this entry to this someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May not know or feel the exact feelings you encountered nor my English and Vocab is suffifcient to express my thoughts, but I hope my support does help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Supporting you is the thing I will do, like what you did when I needed that thoughout the years. I may be able to do alots of stuff, but believed me, I will be just right beside when you need me to. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can be very very noisey if you need me to... keke...&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is what you told me before "Every cloud will have its own silver &lt;/span&gt;lining&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;." The dark cloud will float off.... Sun be out again...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just know that you will make it to the destination that you have set. You can do it!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-115907184898486391?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/115907184898486391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=115907184898486391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115907184898486391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115907184898486391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wished-to-give-this-entry-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-115868109079042216</id><published>2006-09-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:51:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;人生仿佛像一棵树。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得经历许多事。而这便像树经历春夏秋冬，每件事都会有开心与不开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一段感情似乎从秋开始。这就慢慢地发展，进入春。当然，每个人都希望自己永远留在春天。但，当感情到了低层，你的心情将像一棵正在过夏或冬的树。这棵树便需要时间再度地长雅。身边的人只可以等待， 希望那棵树回到当初的那棵迷人，美丽的树。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会是你身边的人，不过，我还会跟你浇花施肥，把你变回我心中的那可爱的你。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rom my dearest... put in time n effort to write.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tks. I am really touched. *hugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-115868109079042216?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/115868109079042216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=115868109079042216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115868109079042216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115868109079042216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-115850395365579736</id><published>2006-09-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:39:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote face="arial"&gt;it is just so funny. the result is what can be expected. an issue that need to be solve &amp; end. Now the it has come to the end of the story, I should be relieved. But I was not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never actually go and find out the whole story. yes, I am just escaping it. Basically, I am too tired to handle this stuff. or should call me a coward. I dare not know the complete picture.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;seriously, I am still down. Been forcing myself not to think of it le, is hard. Tears just flow down but no sound can be heard, it hurts. Can I just break down and cry? I just want to cry aloud.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Risa said, "I may not know what happen to you. Who don't have emotions? yes, is ok to to take time to pick yourself up. but don't take too long, coz' by the time you have pick yourself up, you will realized how much time you have wasted. By then, you regret it will be too late."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;all this, I know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but the painful feeling just still lingers around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Caught a paragraph in F.I.R song:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  我不要求什么  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  我只想不被打扰  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  把爱留在街角  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  就当你永远不会看到  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  记忆化作 极光出现那一秒  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  我开始微笑 以后会努力过得 很好  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12745741-115850395365579736?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/115850395365579736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=115850395365579736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115850395365579736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115850395365579736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-just-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745741.post-115808119327200038</id><published>2006-09-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:13:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits &amp; Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Down the emo rollar coaster again. tiz is don't know how many times within 2 mths le. Seems like each week there is somthing new to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, felt &amp; realised that I have started to pick myself up; move on; know where I am heading. Feel the confidence in myself again. Started to love the new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, fall hard again. no, it started yesterday. I did expected that to happen, just that keep ignoring what the instinct told me. yun just bingo it and put it in words. I don't know I can be / still be so affected. so much. Twice as much as the first time. Don't know why. I hate the feeling of no here or there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really kind of lost. Completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, just now at office been trying hard to do my best out of it, but in the end I gave up. fAILED. yup, someone has win by me failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, was knocked some sense in then. yet digested. How I wish I can just pack and go. Leave everything here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blames;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for taking notice of him since day 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for taking the step of knocking at the person's door; trying my luck to open up the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for mixing up my role to the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself of being involved in someone else's issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself being foolishly giving excuses to myself time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for failing to see the clearer picture time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for letting words of advice falling on deaf ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself of mixing up the piorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself for being so emotionally invloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;hating the person is not an option, or it is?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am tired. How I wish someone can help me clear up this mess that I had created. BUT there is nothing / noone to help to untie the knot but myself. Sometimes I just wish to have an exact ans, so I can blindly follow what to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I learnt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too emotional, too foolish, plain stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, thanks Xia for helping me did something that I can't bring myself to do it. n LB people. yun.&lt;br /&gt;i am just so weak~ wish to pen down more here but  mind KO le.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never look back again~  a "D" person solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/12745741-115808119327200038?l=arieslim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/feeds/115808119327200038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12745741&amp;postID=115808119327200038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115808119327200038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12745741/posts/default/115808119327200038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arieslim.blogspot.com/2006/09/bits-pieces-of-me.html' title='Bits &amp; Pieces of Me'/><author><name>ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711480621431518406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6440/aerismileey0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
