<?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-33082707</id><updated>2011-07-18T19:53:49.496+08:00</updated><category term='flowers'/><title type='text'>:: shupseity ::</title><subtitle type='html'>shups! turns a new chapter in this book of little reveries</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-1576796778450290525</id><published>2007-03-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:24:10.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#25510D" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#25510D&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=She smiles&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-0455EFC.jpeg&amp;c2=I like it stereo&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;c3=Ahhh&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=The leap&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=Dun like hairy men&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=Love...&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-795C1F3D.jpeg&amp;c7=What a mess..&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;c8=Comfy&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BA2BE9F.jpeg&amp;c9=Sleep!&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;c10=Ole ole ole..&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_115463CF.jpeg&amp;c11=Ride with wildlife? 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Boo hoo... I feel so loser now. &lt;em&gt;Hahahhahaah&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kudos to all you internet-resourceful peeps! (Just a few of you...) Well done for finding me at the new address! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me &lt;a href="http://shups19.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! Ok la, part of the reason I'm publicising the new blog here is cuz I want you to give me comments on the look... Please take part in the poll or leave comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-8106440210109229214?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/8106440210109229214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=8106440210109229214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8106440210109229214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8106440210109229214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/loser.html' title='Loser - One that fails consistently, especially a person with bad luck or poor skills'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-7058173514133850052</id><published>2007-01-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:25:56.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth - Any confusingly intricate state of things or events; a bewildering complex</title><content type='html'>Hey friends, my blog has moved. I'm leaving the blogger community for greener and pinkier pastures. Hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I'm going to keep this blog around. I mean, you never know when I'll come back to this blog again, right? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-7058173514133850052?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/7058173514133850052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=7058173514133850052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7058173514133850052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7058173514133850052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/labyrinth-any-confusingly-intricate.html' title='Labyrinth - Any confusingly intricate state of things or events; a bewildering complex'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-1699433002298841878</id><published>2007-01-16T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:43:24.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try - To endeavour; to attempt</title><content type='html'>Q1: How much courage does it take to try?&lt;br /&gt;A1: x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: How much courage does it take to try and succeed?&lt;br /&gt;A2: x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: How much courage does it take to try and fail? &lt;br /&gt;A3: x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-1699433002298841878?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/1699433002298841878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=1699433002298841878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/1699433002298841878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/1699433002298841878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-to-endeavour-to-attempt.html' title='Try - To endeavour; to attempt'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-8302820745584986357</id><published>2007-01-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:14:24.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired - To reduce or exhaust the strength of, as by exertion; make weary; fatigue</title><content type='html'>This is a true blue Blue Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had little sleep last night. Probably a cumulative of 3hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1.30am, woke up around 3am, and I was kept awake by sounds of coughing and a restless soul. And come 6am, the final little deep slumber I fell into was cut short by my sister-in-law's constant shouting at the girls, outside my door no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated but I kept my cool. It was not a Monday to be spoilt by me losing my cool. I am so tired, I have no strength to raise my voice or pump angry blood. I want to retreat into my little cave, but I have to be at work. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a half day off. Unfortunately my finance department cannot churn something out for me and I will have to wait after lunch to make sure everything is in place, before I can go off. Maybe no need to go off even. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired, but maybe I have the strength to continue until knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know, once we manage to get out of bed on Monday morning, the week is initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine. I am just a little tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-8302820745584986357?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/8302820745584986357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=8302820745584986357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8302820745584986357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8302820745584986357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired-to-reduce-or-exhaust-strength-of.html' title='Tired - To reduce or exhaust the strength of, as by exertion; make weary; fatigue'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-412815788705972631</id><published>2007-01-13T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:26:29.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move - To prompt, actuate, or impel to some action</title><content type='html'>If you have been praying, and doesn't seem to see it happening... take heart. I heard Pastor share a story, and something stuck in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God heard our prayers. Somebody didn't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for a You who are disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;This is for a You who wants to move. Someone out there needs you to MOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-412815788705972631?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/412815788705972631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=412815788705972631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/412815788705972631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/412815788705972631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/move-to-prompt-actuate-or-impel-to-some.html' title='Move - To prompt, actuate, or impel to some action'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-6254519214549111201</id><published>2007-01-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:38:14.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion - A result, issue, or outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you friends for all your comments on the poll I did... and for all your pearls of wisdom :) I guess reading through the comments, fresh perspectives were thrown out which really brought out the point that life's really never about doing things the one fixed way, and we all exercise due flexibility and wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, having said that, my own conclusion will be that I'll base my future decisions on these 3 main questions I will ask myself, if I ever find myself in THE situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Is the issue settled in my heart?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ie. settling all the unnecessary emotions or overly-negative sentiments/negativity. Making sure I won't say hurtful things deliberately or bring in irrelevant arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Is the other party mature enough to hear what I have to say?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ie. is the other party known to be over-sensitive, not open to constructive advices, defensive, suspicious, immature...? Is the other person ready to hear something? Is this the best time to say it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) What is the end result I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ie. if I don't consider you important enough, forget it, I won't even bother to try to say anything at all, because saying it takes up toooo much energy (I'm energy-saving!) and the risks are too high. Risks of falling out, risks of being misunderstood etc. The action has to reap a positive outcome to be worthwhile. Hahha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. Just musings anyway. Life's never a cardboard cut-out. Miracles happen on God's intervention and wisdom.. will definitely have chance to test out my theories in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-6254519214549111201?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/6254519214549111201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=6254519214549111201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6254519214549111201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6254519214549111201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/conclusion-result-issue-or-outcome.html' title='Conclusion - A result, issue, or outcome'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-9092043173479068650</id><published>2007-01-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:54:10.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict - Discord of action, feeling, or effect</title><content type='html'>Poll: If you are &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; upset over something someone did, do you..&lt;br /&gt;1) Express it, but risk sounding emotional and petty?&lt;br /&gt;2) Try to put it across really nicely, but have the other person think it didn't really bother you and thus not showing much care about it?&lt;br /&gt;3) Resolve it in your heart and never say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I tried all ways. Seems like everyway is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not normally the sort that is very temperamental or flares up in anger easily, so I see myself as reasonably reasonable. I hope I am right about myself. STILL, I find there's a problem when I communicate how I really feel, it's like, once you choose to do it, the other party is bound to feel bad/take it personally/feel incriminated ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when telling someone something unpleasant, no matter how nicely it is put, it's bound to "ouch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, it is advisible to communicate your feelings. But in practical, not everyone can handle it... myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to take the safe extreme, ie. 4) that is to not be so in touch with how I feel. In theory, that too is "wrong" because it is not healthy, it's not being "real with yourself", it's "suppression". My good brother Kianseh, who knew the old me, will roll his eyes if he ever know I reverted to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradoxes kill me. Can someone explain to me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's note: This post is really a general post... please don't link it to any recent event or put a context to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-9092043173479068650?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/9092043173479068650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=9092043173479068650' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/9092043173479068650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/9092043173479068650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/poll-if-you-are-really-upset-over.html' title='Conflict - Discord of action, feeling, or effect'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-7170891962530108243</id><published>2007-01-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:26:21.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone - The real iPod killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RaROCW0sGdI/AAAAAAAAADA/F07TpNV6jxE/s1600-h/b001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018221687190854098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RaROCW0sGdI/AAAAAAAAADA/F07TpNV6jxE/s320/b001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew the news will be this: the New iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;I can sense the iPod fans go googoogaga already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm no fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-7170891962530108243?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/7170891962530108243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=7170891962530108243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7170891962530108243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7170891962530108243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/iphone-real-ipod-killer.html' title='iPhone - The real iPod killer'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RaROCW0sGdI/AAAAAAAAADA/F07TpNV6jxE/s72-c/b001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-4808305589832616980</id><published>2007-01-09T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:04:28.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg - Such a body produced by a domestic bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, seems like everybody thinks that Jim looks delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good, good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha....  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-4808305589832616980?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/4808305589832616980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=4808305589832616980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4808305589832616980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4808305589832616980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/egg-such-body-produced-by-domestic-bird.html' title='Egg - Such a body produced by a domestic bird'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-419675964605656835</id><published>2007-01-08T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:11:02.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - Start of the work week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up unhappy today. In fact, I think I had unhappy sleep. I tossed and turned and thought my bones ached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and I wonder why I am so skinny. No worries, I'm ok with looking skinny although I am always complaining about people saying I'm skinny. I am wondering why I'm so skinny because I am starting to wonder if my body is feeling depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones." - Proverbs 17:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joy, where art thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A man's spirit sustains him in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?" - Proverbs 18:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received 2 blessings via sms today BEFORE I woke up. One may be a general mass sms, but the other one is from my cell member especially for me. She told me yesterday that I cannot have Monday blues today, that I must live out Pastor's message starting from Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a good reminder, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I only have strength to wake up. Entertain people I have to smile to for a while. Look normal at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it is more than dichotomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-419675964605656835?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/419675964605656835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=419675964605656835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/419675964605656835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/419675964605656835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-start-of-work-week.html' title='Monday - Start of the work week'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-6226676053996107604</id><published>2007-01-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:55:19.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinch - To settle (a matter) decisively</title><content type='html'>The romance of the FA Cup... i don't care what others say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's winning the match on the 90+'02 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole Gunnar Solskjaer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-6226676053996107604?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/6226676053996107604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=6226676053996107604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6226676053996107604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6226676053996107604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/clinch-to-settle-matter-decisively.html' title='Clinch - To settle (a matter) decisively'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-9209900815909124388</id><published>2007-01-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:34:54.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FA - Football Association</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the FA Cup game now, Man U vs Aston Villa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is the Villa goalkeeper wearing pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;2. Henrik Larsson scores!&lt;br /&gt;3. D*** that equaliser 1 minute ago. (74th minute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-9209900815909124388?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/9209900815909124388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=9209900815909124388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/9209900815909124388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/9209900815909124388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/fa-football-association.html' title='FA - Football Association'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-8846368088163222792</id><published>2007-01-04T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:46:13.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool - To drivel, or drop saliva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check out this drool-worthy beauty...  When my colleague sent me the photos... &lt;em&gt;Aiyoooh&lt;/em&gt;... I was so tempted to ditch my O2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Must. Control. Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZx0gOSB7MI/AAAAAAAAACU/tXoxUYpY8vo/s1600-h/SE2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016012181922245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZx0gOSB7MI/AAAAAAAAACU/tXoxUYpY8vo/s320/SE2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZxzvOSB7LI/AAAAAAAAACM/86-6EGE0yeg/s1600-h/SE1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016011340108655794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZxzvOSB7LI/AAAAAAAAACM/86-6EGE0yeg/s320/SE1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016013921384000722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZx2FeSB7NI/AAAAAAAAACc/ME-4qTUbMlI/s320/SE3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016015338723208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZx3X-SB7OI/AAAAAAAAACk/AHjr025LzsU/s320/SE4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-8846368088163222792?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/8846368088163222792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=8846368088163222792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8846368088163222792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8846368088163222792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/drool-to-drivel-or-drop-saliva.html' title='Drool - To drivel, or drop saliva'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RZx0gOSB7MI/AAAAAAAAACU/tXoxUYpY8vo/s72-c/SE2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-58854348926107982</id><published>2007-01-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:33:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan - A design or scheme of arrangement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How the planning of my &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; went... in chronological order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesternight: Dinner with ex-colleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status: Cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reason: Organiser says too many can't make it... postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This afternoon: Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status: Alone, then cancelled (see next)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reason: Everyone else watched Charlotte's web without me *pout*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After afternoon: Oh i just recalled got leaders' meet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Correction: quekieduck reminded me there's leaders' meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status: Not going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reason: mama says it's for LN1728 only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After after afternoon, ie. evening: Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status: No go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reason: Jio-er found other kakis.. boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Knock off: Movies again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status: see if got tix :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-58854348926107982?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/58854348926107982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=58854348926107982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/58854348926107982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/58854348926107982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/plan-design-or-scheme-of-arrangement.html' title='Plan - A design or scheme of arrangement'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-4597116438235978487</id><published>2007-01-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:15:26.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory - a success or triumph over an enemy in battle or war</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first blog of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember how I was never big on reflections and resolutions. I must have blogged about that last year. I guess I shall just roll along on this one, and I honestly have no idea what's gonna come up in the next few paragraphs or how many times I'd overwrite something I believe not suitable for the world wide web. Just write, something'll come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I looked back at 2006, I felt like an invalid. Somehow the year zoomed past without my knowledge and I honestly do not really know how hours became days, and days became weeks and weeks became months and months added up to the year. It's like the bonus. After you get the lump sum, if you don't save it up or spend it on a big ticket item, slowly it'll deplete and you'll wonder where all the money went. Ok, lousy analogy, but something like that. &lt;em&gt;Hahha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a wonderful retreat over the Christmas weekend, and although I wasn't looking forward to spending Christmas away from home, I realised I was spending it with a bunch of fantastic people I call family as well. It was quite a good break and I think God really spoke to us. There's new strength and hope for the new year, and I feel optimistic that I will hear more from God in every area of my life, to be guided by the spirit. Yes, and to give up my rights to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll get there :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's going to be a year of victory ahead. I'm going to claim this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-4597116438235978487?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/4597116438235978487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=4597116438235978487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4597116438235978487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4597116438235978487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2007/01/victory-success-or-triumph-over-enemy.html' title='Victory - a success or triumph over an enemy in battle or war'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-3316912386190520758</id><published>2006-12-29T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:37:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiry - An expiration, especially of a contract or an agreement</title><content type='html'>THE dateline is drawing near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, timing is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-3316912386190520758?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/3316912386190520758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=3316912386190520758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/3316912386190520758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/3316912386190520758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/expiry-expiration-especially-of.html' title='Expiry - An expiration, especially of a contract or an agreement'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-4687177201999720665</id><published>2006-12-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:25:28.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah - Praise the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praise the Lord that internet is up! (I felt soooooo deprived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that it is Friday! TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord the we're staring at a 4-days long break in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that 2006 is coming to a close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that 2007 is a NEW year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that I have everyone I love around me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that HE is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-4687177201999720665?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/4687177201999720665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=4687177201999720665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4687177201999720665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/4687177201999720665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/hallelujah-praise-lord.html' title='Hallelujah - Praise the Lord'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-2242548648675110292</id><published>2006-12-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:43:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unappreciated - Not recognized, as to quality or worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I ask myself: whose love are you coveting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see too many people feeling lousy about themselves because they are not Mr. Popular or Ms Congeniality. They feel that they are neglected, overlooked or unappreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think, it all boils down to one coveting the love not reciprocated, and turning a blind eye to those who really care and love you, sometimes to the point of neglecting, overlooking and not appreciating. I think there's nothing with feeling sad that XXX doesn't fancy you, just don't go around as though "the whole world owes you" and hurting the very people you should cherish. I do not refer to just one. Just something I've observed as a bystander. And I am just as guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whose love are you coveting? Isn't there Somebody who is always by your side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this Christmas season, let's count our blessings in those we have and not take anyone for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Heh, I must add my signature disclaimers - yes, I am just commenting on ONE aspect of the issue. Of course I recognise it can be more complex than this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-2242548648675110292?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/2242548648675110292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=2242548648675110292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/2242548648675110292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/2242548648675110292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/unappreciated-not-recognized-as-to.html' title='Unappreciated - Not recognized, as to quality or worth'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-8437739138224510942</id><published>2006-12-22T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:58:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team - To gather or join in a team, a band, or a cooperative effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My department had a sumptuous dinner at Cafe d'Amigos yesterday. &lt;em&gt;Yummy&lt;/em&gt;... But a bit ex la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boss said he'd give us a bottle if we ordered at least 2 set meals... which was priced at $42+++ each. So, i did order one la. Well, it was quite worth the price :) The food's really good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011175485171856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYtFjazQdZI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPGP-jWziKs/s320/IMAGE_00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, here's the coup of prezzies from my colleagues. I am simply amazed at the amount of effort they put into the gifts. They're all very very wo-sim one lor. (I am NOT going to mention what I got for everyone... something BOR-sim, not even wrapped... *ashamed*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYtFp6zQdaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_8729PR5LBU/s1600-h/IMAGE_00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011175596841006498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYtFp6zQdaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_8729PR5LBU/s320/IMAGE_00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; One of my colleagues printed the photograph of our department at the Christmas party we planned for the division and made it into a card for each one of us. Don't we all look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I honestly feel I'm not very good with prezzies and stuff. Or I'm very bor-sim. I usually buy gifts either on a "by the way" basis or under a "compulsory" basis (eg. gift exchange). Very seldom do I feel like blessing someone with gifts. Only once in a blue moon when something strikes me as something someone mentioned they liked... or purely by inspiration, do I get the sudden spark to buy something for someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i.must.learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1st New Year resolution: I'll list the names of people I wanna thank for Christmas and buy personal gifts. And try not to forget birthdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urgh... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-8437739138224510942?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/8437739138224510942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=8437739138224510942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8437739138224510942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8437739138224510942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/team-to-gather-or-join-in-team-band-or.html' title='Team - To gather or join in a team, a band, or a cooperative effort'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYtFjazQdZI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPGP-jWziKs/s72-c/IMAGE_00046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-7412158436668569858</id><published>2006-12-22T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:41:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wade - To walk in a substance that yields to the feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Answering BLM's question... I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to go on a retreat with my spiritual family to Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt;, because if you've been keeping up with the news, Johor is flooded, particularly in Kluang and Muar currently. Not so funny when there has in fact been fatality in this instance... and the flood situation is worse than what our neighbours were prepared for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the retreat is still onz.. venue TBC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-7412158436668569858?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/7412158436668569858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=7412158436668569858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7412158436668569858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7412158436668569858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/wade-to-walk-in-substance-that-yields.html' title='Wade - To walk in a substance that yields to the feet'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-8323957981839968429</id><published>2006-12-20T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:17:41.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segment - One of the parts into which something naturally separates or is divided; a division, portion, or section</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to an unfortunate fact that my brain functions in a segmented manner, it &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; dawned on me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be missing opening prezzies with my family (my cute nieces!) on Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a cheer me up *hint hint* Can you please give me a present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-8323957981839968429?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/8323957981839968429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=8323957981839968429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8323957981839968429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/8323957981839968429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/segment-one-of-parts-into-which.html' title='Segment - One of the parts into which something naturally separates or is divided; a division, portion, or section'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-845130633988505158</id><published>2006-12-19T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:10:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perform II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, wanted a photo with a view of the stage, and Steph sent this to my mail today... thanks Gal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010162585854571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYesU6zQdYI/AAAAAAAAABg/E4Wxxb2O2v4/s320/dark.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Mr Loh for taking this photograph too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-845130633988505158?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/845130633988505158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=845130633988505158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/845130633988505158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/845130633988505158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/perform-ii.html' title='Perform II'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYesU6zQdYI/AAAAAAAAABg/E4Wxxb2O2v4/s72-c/dark.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-7057818108840334802</id><published>2006-12-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:57:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS eyes are on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ron was a fifteen-year-old teenager, a tenth-grade student at Granger High School. It was game day, and he was the only sophomore suiting up with the varsity team. Excitedly, he invited his mother to attend. It was her very first football game, and she promised to be there with several of her friends. The game finally ended, and she was waiting outside the locker room to drive Ron home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you think of the game, Mom? Did you see the three touchdown passes our team made and our tough defense, and the fumble on the kickoff return that we recovered?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother replied, "Ron, you were magnificent. You have such presence, and I was proud of the pride you took in the way you looked. You pulled up your knee socks eleven times during the game, and I could tell you were perspiring in all those bulky pads because you got eight drinks and splashed water on your face twice. I really like how you went out of you way to pat number nineteen, number five and number ninety on the back every time they came off the field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, how do you know all that? And how can you say I was magnificent? I didn't even play in the game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother smiled and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron, I don't know anything about football. I didn't come here to watch the game. I came here to watch you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Dan Clark As appeared in A 2nd Chicken Soup for the Women's Soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ms Tulip Gal tt I'd find a happy story cuz she said the caterpillar story was too sad... hahahah.. But this story made me cry :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... HE just whispered that HE is so proud of U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-7057818108840334802?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/7057818108840334802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=7057818108840334802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7057818108840334802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/7057818108840334802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/his-eyes-are-on-you.html' title='HIS eyes are on you.'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-6679579660545133861</id><published>2006-12-18T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:19:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perform - To do, execute, or achieve something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYX6G6zQdXI/AAAAAAAAABU/r1ewGbyQzeY/s1600-h/Faith+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hee... it's finally over, my End Term Performance. Yup, I'm sorry you haven't heard of it earlier, I really didn't want many friends to be around to see me make a fool of myself, so I only asked a few people to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, it's a kind of "graduation" performance that I had for the keyboard lessons I took. A "live" public performance at the school's Hark Cafe. I managed to "siam" a few performances for the past terms, but this one was for graduation and I guess my teacher's patience and tolerance for my "attitude" really encouraged me enough to want to try. Yes, I was the sulky and lazy student. *Hai...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009679990444291394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYX1aKzQdUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wavkhnQj70E/s320/faith+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I'm glad I did it. Something in me dig the adrenalin rush. I felt I could have done better but I guess, I did the best for my standard. Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually I am looking back with a certain gladness about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009679539472725298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYX0_6zQdTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pF4zNrqEhuo/s320/Group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really glad to have known my teachers and my classmates. My latest teacher is this sweet pretty young patient person that really really tolerated my nonsense. Really. I'm thankful also for my previous teacher who in a way, taught me the "science" of music and made everything make sense. It was really really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My classmates are all so fun and accepting. I was the "new" student, so at first, I wasn't really in their frequency. But as the days passed, I really grew to appreciate them for their joyfulness and especially during this period of stress, I believe we kinda bonded. The smses that flew between our mobiles were such kind words of encouragement. Nice... Thanks to my classmate who came with a camera and MD player to crystalize the night with pictures and finally a CD of our performances... waaaay cool. Not that I'll want to listen to my songs la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many thanks to the friends that made the effort to brave the rain, tiredness, dizziness from shuttling around and indigestion (from rushing thru dinner) to be there. I really appreciate everyone of you for coming. It really made a big difference. I'm glad I made a fool of myself in front of you and not anyone else... hahahah... and for bearing with my whinings :p I hope you had fun too.. And the flowers! Oh my... they are sooooo pretty... Thanks!!! I didn't quite notice how pretty they looked until today when I put them into the vase of Newater :) wahhh... pretty pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009681137200559442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYX2c6zQdVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ddc-8HHRK7Y/s320/IMAGE_00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy. Just remember the good... hahahah.... and forget the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-6679579660545133861?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/6679579660545133861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=6679579660545133861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6679579660545133861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/6679579660545133861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/perform-to-do-execute-or-achieve.html' title='Perform - To do, execute, or achieve something'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYX1aKzQdUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wavkhnQj70E/s72-c/faith+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-3453355706448129479</id><published>2006-12-15T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:14:47.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>蒲公英 - Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys, I guessed, and now confirmed, some of you dunno what's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dandelion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;蒲公英&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always say, EVERYTHING can be found on the internet. I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Chinese &amp; En) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dandelion flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008561123027847042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYH7zg3oB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_gLcKJyDSxU/s320/200px-Dandilion_plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I think you'll find this more familiar looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008570009315182482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYID4w3oB5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9UsC0VxgZfI/s320/180px-Taraxacum_officinale_clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-3453355706448129479?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/3453355706448129479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=3453355706448129479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/3453355706448129479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/3453355706448129479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/dandelion.html' title='蒲公英 - Dandelion'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3nT9q1wIs8/RYH7zg3oB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_gLcKJyDSxU/s72-c/200px-Dandilion_plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116609033482724212</id><published>2006-12-14T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:58:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale - An interesting but highly implausible story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I told Ms 12mustardseeds I'd share this story if I find it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从前,在美丽的公园里,有一只可爱的毛毛虫,它每天在公园里无忧无虑的爬来爬去.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;有一天它快乐的哼着小调兴高采烈向前爬,不小心撞在了一株挺立的蒲公英的身上,"哎呦!" 蒲公英发出娇嫩的一声呢喃,毛毛虫好奇的仰起头,它端详着蒲公英翠绿的肤色,修长的身躯,有礼貌的问候一句;"你好呀,为什么你顶着黄色的太阳伞?真漂亮."蒲公英缓缓的底下头,微笑着说;"那是未来,有一天它会带着梦想起飞."毛毛虫不解的看着蒲公英,"那我为什么不能飞?我们做朋友好吗?"蒲公英说:"好呀,总有一天你也会飞的,只要带着心中的信念."从此以后,毛毛虫每天都会爬来看蒲公英,和她讲公园中其它地方的故事,蒲公英会专心的听、,她或笑或点头或忧郁,却从来没有哭过,毛毛虫喜欢讲故事给蒲公英听,因为它喜欢在故事过后注视蒲公英的表情.那种阳光般温暖的表情.&lt;br /&gt;日子一天一天的过去,蒲公英翠绿的身躯开始发黄,头上那顶黄色的太阳伞也变成了一个如雪般白色的茸球.毛毛虫仍然每天来看蒲公英,带给它形形色色的故事,那天,毛毛虫给蒲公英江它在公园的某个角落里看到一对情侣因前程分手的经过,那一次,蒲公英哭了,第一次把眼泪撒在了风里,毛毛虫心痛的去擦拭蒲公英的眼泪,泪珠是热的,却冷冷的滚进了毛毛虫的心里.&lt;br /&gt;秋天来了,叶子铺满了公园,金色世界中的一点白色是那么显眼,毛毛虫最后一次见到蒲公英,风起的时候,蒲公英白色的茸毛在秋风中飘散开来.毛毛虫追啊追,直到所有白色都消逝.它明白,蒲公英迟早必须去旅行,而毛毛虫一个人独睡时,却发现无论在深夜或清晨醒来时总是睡在那枯黄的蒲公英杆边,在沉睡中继续寻找着蒲公英的气息,然后,它闭上眼睛便不再感到孤单害怕,日子在毛毛虫的思念中一天天流走.&lt;br /&gt;某一天,当毛毛虫来到湖边散步,竟发现自己已经长了漂亮的翅膀,它试着扇动翅膀,它飞起来了,它知道那是为了再见到蒲公英的信念而生,于是毛毛虫开始快乐起来,它相信总有一天它会再见到蒲公英,它每天飞呀飞的,从不停息,但始终也没有见到蒲公英,天渐渐的冷了,其它蝴蝶都飞到温暖的地方去了,只有当初的毛毛虫还守在那株株枯黄的蒲公英身边,下雪了,白色的雪覆盖在了毛毛虫和蒲公英的身上,毛毛虫的呼吸慢慢的停止了,但它并不痛苦,因为它陪在蒲公英的身边,它看到蒲公英温暖的脸.&lt;br /&gt;后记:一万年后的某个午后,一位科学家从排列的化石前拿出最特别的一块,一只把蒲公英枯枝夹在两片翅膀间的蝴蝶.他想知道为什么,蝴蝶要极力的把蒲公英夹在翅膀间?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116609033482724212?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116609033482724212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116609033482724212' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116609033482724212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116609033482724212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/fairytale-interesting-but-highly.html' title='Fairytale - An interesting but highly implausible story'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116608208468174440</id><published>2006-12-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:41:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forfeit - To lose; lose the right to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Customers must note that the carriage forward must be utilised within the present month: only a maximum amount of up to the subscribed plan free usage will be carried forward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omi. I've wasted more than 70+++ hrs of my Singnet hours just because my ADSL modem's spoilt! I'm so peeved :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Argh... anyone has an ADSL modem to spare? Anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116608208468174440?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116608208468174440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116608208468174440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116608208468174440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116608208468174440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/forfeit-to-lose-lose-right-to.html' title='Forfeit - To lose; lose the right to'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116546324553245274</id><published>2006-12-07T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:50:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided - Free from ambiguity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today no class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Thursday nights will never be the same again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I start another course? What course? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I leave it free? For who? Myself or you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I already had a decision in mind yesterday. I know what was being said, but I felt I made a decision and it doesn't seem like I will waver in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116546324553245274?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116546324553245274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116546324553245274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116546324553245274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116546324553245274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/decided-free-from-ambiguity.html' title='Decided - Free from ambiguity'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116528670804846461</id><published>2006-12-05T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:45:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Boo - Errors; mistakes</title><content type='html'>I made a &lt;em&gt;boo boo &lt;/em&gt;at work again. I forgot to switch off the main switch to our auditorium on Sat that has implications more immediate than colonies of penguines dying. The facilities guy only found out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY am I so blur and forgetful? Do NOT ever trust me to take care of your house for you, I may blow it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY couldn't I just say no to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls pray that none of the equipment's burnt up k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116528670804846461?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116528670804846461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116528670804846461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116528670804846461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116528670804846461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/boo-boo-errors-mistakes.html' title='Boo Boo - Errors; mistakes'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116520150442054695</id><published>2006-12-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:31:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exterminate - To destroy utterly; to cut off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it comes to things I am not happy with, my response is usually swift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELIMINATE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not the usual procrastinating self in this case. I prefer to take a harsh approach albeit unwise at times. Perhaps my stubborness takes the form of firm decisions, when actually made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't usually change my mind. Few things are exceptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Few. And I will eliminate the few too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MUAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's note: Imagine I was speaking in the Terminator tone. Hahha... i'm amusing myself here. Really. hhaahahaha... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a serious note, really serious note, I am very very very lost. I've ran on a treadmill, with no destination, no purpose, not point. I AM coming to the sudden realisation that in the very areas of my life that bothers me to the point of crippling, where I expand countless hours pondering upon in my head, I am getting nowhere. NOWHERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am left feeling like I've owed it to someone, like I've let somebody down, like I'm not been good enough or failed some expectations. I am indignant, yet fully guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's all in my head, and no action. I'm crippled by an unknown enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116520150442054695?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116520150442054695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116520150442054695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116520150442054695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116520150442054695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/exterminate-to-destroy-utterly-to-cut.html' title='Exterminate - To destroy utterly; to cut off'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116504130616141966</id><published>2006-12-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:35:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - The day following Friday</title><content type='html'>WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I back in office on Saturday???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116504130616141966?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116504130616141966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116504130616141966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116504130616141966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116504130616141966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-day-following-friday.html' title='Saturday - The day following Friday'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116494219090186075</id><published>2006-12-01T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:05:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pele - O Rei do Futebol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I'm back from a bout of stomach flu. Boo... It's nothing like my happy bug I assure u. I hate stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of it, I hadn't blogged about my encounter with the GREAT PELE. Yes people I met him! In fact, I shook his hand, got a greeting kiss from him, got his signature on the back of my O2 mini and photographs to prove it all! hahaha... Just that the cameraman is from an events company... not sure if I'll be able to get my hands on the photos... but I want lorrr~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an unexpected meeting la, my boss and I had no idea what we were in for, cuz we were told to go &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; very very last minute. I am not going to openly publicise what the event was for, will tell you offline la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE &lt;strong&gt;PELE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;THERE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad half the excitement was doused by the stupid stomach flu. Bleah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116494219090186075?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116494219090186075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116494219090186075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116494219090186075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116494219090186075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/12/pele-o-rei-do-futebol.html' title='Pele - O Rei do Futebol'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116468821406452194</id><published>2006-11-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:30:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond - Doted on; regarded with affection</title><content type='html'>My boss has gone on 1 week leave. Before she left, I was thinking, "Yeah! no boss for 1 week!"&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's gone... I think I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mummy has been in KL since Sep. And she is not coming back until end next month! &lt;em&gt;Boohoo&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..! I don't like to miss people. *pout*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116468821406452194?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116468821406452194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116468821406452194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116468821406452194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116468821406452194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/fond-doted-on-regarded-with-affection.html' title='Fond - Doted on; regarded with affection'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116462113468005778</id><published>2006-11-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:56:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone - By oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes you throw a needle into the blogsphere and wonder if you are in an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cannot hear the needle and it can only mean 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) The abyss IS an abyss =&gt; bottomless; or&lt;br /&gt;2) Your needle erm, hit someone. But then, someone should shout "AHHHHHH..." leh.. &lt;em&gt;Hmm&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometimes I talk got NO point one. So... next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, my fellow blogger just told me someone I don't know reads my blog. &lt;em&gt;Hmm&lt;/em&gt;.. I feel quite vulnerable here... like... someone I don't know KNOWS (something) about me? And then I start to look back at all my blogs and wonder what I have been writing.... *yawn* I AM quite boring lor! Hmm... But read at your own peril &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was telling Huat that I am so blessed cuz one second after I stepped into his car, it started pouring. Like POURing cats and dogs kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just commented: "It's always about you, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I unashamedly and proudly proclaim, "Ya, but of course. Why not? I live MY life, so why can't everything be about ME?" *smile* I am very 自我 and 嚣张。So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am telling whoever-you-are who reads my blog... MY blog is about ME. Read if u like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate MONDAYS. Is there cure? Is there cure out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved your cheer ups :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116462113468005778?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116462113468005778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116462113468005778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116462113468005778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116462113468005778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/alone-by-oneself.html' title='Alone - By oneself'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116459506126165162</id><published>2006-11-27T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:37:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;MONDAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116459506126165162?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116459506126165162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116459506126165162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116459506126165162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116459506126165162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116412524898299568</id><published>2006-11-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:07:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickapoo - The Carbonated Joy Juice Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just discussing with my colleagues... How did this beverage survived through the years without a single rebranding exercise. I mean, the logo is dunno-what and the name... huh? Kick-A-Poo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/200/kikapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it because it's a "Product of Singapore"? Or is it because it's a "joy juice" (whatever that is...)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last I tried, it tastes like 7-Up to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in a way, I'm really proud of it. To have survive thus far. We concluded there must be a steady base of faithful supporters of this drink somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also conclude, whatever we learnt from Uni about marketing - was crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116412524898299568?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116412524898299568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116412524898299568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116412524898299568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116412524898299568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/kickapoo-carbonated-joy-juice-recipe.html' title='Kickapoo - The Carbonated Joy Juice Recipe'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116412414884901144</id><published>2006-11-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:14:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune - Wealth; large possessions; large estates; riches</title><content type='html'>OMI OMI! I just went to the salon on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm&lt;/em&gt;... I really spent a bomb, not intended at all... but still... i did. And i think I look somewhat same same leh... really wanted a change but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I am really going to eat grass le - keyboard, camera repair, hair, blah blah blah... Dun like this feeling that I spent a lot of money. &lt;em&gt;Argh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the pics as promised to some of u... juz wonder if it's worth my money and whether tomoro it will still look ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly it's not the look I wanted, but the hairdresser just did her thing and convinced me along the way how this look is nice... oh well, I hope I achieve what I want in due time when the curls loosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/CIMG2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/200/CIMG2241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/200/CIMG2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hee&lt;/em&gt;... I was sniffing so much there that the hairdresser kept telling me not to cry :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm crying cuz I feel broke. &lt;em&gt;Wahahhahhaaha&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's note: On 2nd look, think like not much change hor... actually you prob can't tell, but it's quite dry. And yes.... I am still wearing our TJ PE Tshirt. It's my PJ now, love it love it love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116412414884901144?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116412414884901144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116412414884901144' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116412414884901144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116412414884901144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/fortune-wealth-large-possessions-large.html' title='Fortune - Wealth; large possessions; large estates; riches'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116408250252291379</id><published>2006-11-21T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:15:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap - A hole or pipe through which liquid is drawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tap is spoilt. Here *points to nose*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My happy flu bug does its regular round and is finally back. Think I am going to check when was the last time I blogged about being down with flu... I think there's one &lt;strong&gt;exactly &lt;/strong&gt;one year ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm quite sure it's the same flu bug cuz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) I'm in good moods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) My appetite is super good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) Other than my eyes, which are teary cuz "that sneeze didn't happen", and my nose, which is blocked on the right side and getting sore from the rubbing with cheapo tissue paper, the rest of my body feels great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm kinda guilty to be taking MRT and being in office... I'm quite sure there's someone who sees me as a giant walking bug. And I'm sure there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;someone who secretly wishes they catch the bug, so that they can take MC  :p and I offer a HAPPY bug! Anyone?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, despite me being upbeat about forcing myself to work despite being really (in symptoms) sick... (I really just need more sleep i think), I expect well-wishes from all you voyeurs out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let your Get-Well-Soons begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116408250252291379?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116408250252291379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116408250252291379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116408250252291379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116408250252291379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/tap-hole-or-pipe-through-which-liquid.html' title='Tap - A hole or pipe through which liquid is drawn'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116401787102293728</id><published>2006-11-20T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:17:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the course of the day, many ideas and inspirations fill my mind. But somehow I never get down to blogging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I share some of these thoughts with some of you and get the "You POS!" response.&lt;br /&gt;(POS: "Piece of s***"; A term of endearment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* My friends love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new modem. Think i'll pop by Singnet tonight. Otherwise I'll blog even lesser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116401787102293728?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116401787102293728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116401787102293728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116401787102293728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116401787102293728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-course-of-day-many-ideas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116364602654996381</id><published>2006-11-16T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:00:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain - To engage the attention of agreeably</title><content type='html'>Yes, I ran out of blogs to read. Most of the people who used to be regular bloggers have slowly stopped blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I shall refrain myself from reading &lt;a href="http://ickleoriental.livejournal.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; depressing blog. No thanks to Bimbo Lee who introduced it to me. 讨厌! &lt;em&gt;Hahhhaahha&lt;/em&gt;... seriously, read at your own risk. And NO, don't click on the : lovestory : section. Don't. Unless u need some romantic inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La la la... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just remembered a sentence someone said to me before, triggered by a friend's plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys don't wait forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tone the sentence was said in (by a gal) was with a slight grudge and a tinge regret. &lt;em&gt;Aiyo&lt;/em&gt;, neither do girls wait forever what. So it's fair :) And I say, guys have the right to move on too if the girl's not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone entertain me please, after my Ritz Carlton lunch. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116364602654996381?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116364602654996381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116364602654996381' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116364602654996381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116364602654996381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/entertain-to-engage-attention-of.html' title='Entertain - To engage the attention of agreeably'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116297176180834381</id><published>2006-11-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:48:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp - An artificial source of visible illumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/IMAGE_00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I just bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lamp shade! Only $12, I bought the small one. This is so pretty right? When I laid my eyes on it, I immediately fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I liked the lamp shade, I guess it's only inevitable that I have to buy the lamp stand and bulbs. So this lamp is not-so-cheap but not that expensive &lt;em&gt;laaaa&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I know. I'm supposed to save money. Tomorrow start. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/IMAGE_00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to set it up. But colleague was wise and said we really shouldn't be walking into office with a big Ikea plastic bag after our lunch hour has long past.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What wisdom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116297176180834381?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116297176180834381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116297176180834381' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116297176180834381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116297176180834381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/lamp-artificial-source-of-visible.html' title='Lamp - An artificial source of visible illumination'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116295907422908297</id><published>2006-11-08T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:49:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank - An expression of gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ben Chong, as my cell leader then, always reminded us to give thanks to God in everything. So it is taught in the Bible in many many verses also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5~&lt;br /&gt;16 Be joyful always; 17 pray continually; 18 give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. 19 Do not put out the Spirit's fire; 20 do not treat prophecies with contempt. 21 Test everything. Hold on to the good. 22 Avoid every kind of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago when I asked my then-then-then cell leader James, "How? How do I know God's will for me? I wanna do more...!" (Back then-then-then I'm siao one la.) He always assured me that it takes a while for us to fully grasp our purposes in life, but in the meantime, God already showed us His Will for our lives in that verse - "...for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good reminder for myself. The context is completely different now, nonetheless, the struggle to know God's will remain. Then I'm reminded, other than submitting, other than praying... &lt;em&gt;give thanks&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; circumstances. I'm reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share my thanksgiving. Regarding this sat's work duty, I spoke with the person-in-charge and she kindly let me report later than the rest, so I miss only about 1hr of my nieces' performance. On the other hand, my boss (without first letting me know) went to check with the person-in-charge if I can be excused for this sat's duty. This really touched me... because it affirms my belief that she is a great boss, and she really cares. I was pretty much resigned to the fact that I had to work but I guess she could tell I was upset. (Ok, I admit I pouted... but not the throwing-tantrum type of pout ok.) In a way, it doesn't matter anymore whether I had to work, since I have prepared myself for it. But knowing that my boss cares - that has become the greatest bonus I got out of this whole hooha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thanksgiving is my confirmation. Thank God that 1) I'm confirmed, and 2) 6 months passed beautifully. No point worrying about the boo-boos I may make, crisis I may have to overcome, tears and hardwork that I may have to put in in the future. Just for this moment, I look back with immense gratitude that God blessed and fulfilled His promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty much like playing the interlude in the minor key recently. Guess even my blogs sound minor, if you understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing the bridge that will lead me back to major key. And then everything will sound bright again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116295907422908297?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116295907422908297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116295907422908297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116295907422908297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116295907422908297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-expression-of-gratitude.html' title='Thank - An expression of gratitude'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116294993861999829</id><published>2006-11-08T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:52:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd - A number of things collected, or closely pressed together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are wondering why I'm suddenly blogging again... got many reasons la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But interestingly, I notice I either blog when I super &lt;em&gt;eng&lt;/em&gt;, which now i'm not, or I blog when I am super stressed - to provide some respite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is in line with my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.14.235.104/search?q=cache:fxIa0JpDWl4J:shups.ipadder.com/index.php%3Fmonth%3D3%26year%3D2005+shups+WT&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=sg&amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;W2 theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;". (Sometimes its quite fun to read my cached blogs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I don't blog, I don't blog. When I blog, I blog a lot. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with this theory, again, I made a boo-boo of overlapping appointments, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. *faintz* Jio-ed my girls on Monday for dinner on Wednesday (today) cuz I have events on Fri AND Sat. Then turned out I overlooked that I have a 6pm meeting today! And I only realised it yesterday at 1am. WHY AM I SO BLUR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my regular dosage of holidays soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116294993861999829?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116294993861999829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116294993861999829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116294993861999829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116294993861999829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/crowd-number-of-things-collected-or.html' title='Crowd - A number of things collected, or closely pressed together'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116289160467188978</id><published>2006-11-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:41:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour - A comic, absurd, or incongruous quality causing amusement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The inherent ability to laugh at myself is the basis of my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've recently made a number of boo-boos cuz my brain is soooo compartmentalized that 1 plus 1 does not add up to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume my brain has 26 parts, A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;Part F (for family) knows 11 Nov is nieces' kinderland performances day.&lt;br /&gt;Part W (for work) recently found out that on 11 Nov, shups has been activated to work at a public event. Part W kicks up a big fuss and collaborated with Part X (for expression) to activate "pout" action for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Part M (for ministry) however, quietly remembers 11 Nov as a good sister's wedding all along, and kept, well, &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt;, until shups! did a recount of this sat's stuff to update on her O2 Mini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shups! resolves to put all her appointments down into O2 Mini calendar. But she also keeps forgetting to! She updates her O2 Mini Calendar and forgets to put in her table calendar at work. Or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disaster will one day strike. For now, it's all God's grace all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh sigh sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just multiply the above example by 3 and you have me come out of 3 recent major crisis in a chaotic week. And it's not like it never happened before lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faintz faintz faintz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first line has nothing to do with anything else I wrote. Neither does the title. I have become boring. (2 people just commented that my blog is boring :( Boo.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I did a fast check and realised the same time last year, I was on blog holiday. Wow, guess some things don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same time in 2004, I _______________. I'm just amazed it's been 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out a cache of my old blog I found online below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, November 19, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem - Sieze the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it one moment. "1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 -10." Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Have you realised we've only got 6 more weeks to 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, but numbers matter to me. I am officially 24 yrs and 6 mths old now. Worse, I don't even want to start counting backwards from the rest of my life to today. So many times I've projected the future when I was a teenager, and I thought things will fall into place by the time I reach the quarter-century, and now, I just heard from Oprah Winfrey that 20-something is the time you're just figuring out what you want to do with your life!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, great, cuz somehow I've not gotten that figured, and supposedly I've another 5 years to do it. Am I getting into some kind of a quarter-life crisis? I hardly think so... Just that I think 30 is a tad to old to be starting life for me. Or issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should you figure by now, this blog is probably not getting anywhere. If you want to save time you can stop reading from here. Wait, who is this reading my random thoughts. Who am I blogging to here? I'm going nutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am, ever since dunno when. It seems like there this constant tension within me that just won't cancel itself out. Everytime I think it's reached an equilibrium, something comes along and disrupts it in knee-jerk instance. Why? I think I am trying to figure myself out. The only thing I figured out about myself, which completely freaks me out, is that I am totally inconsistant. If I'm true to myself, I cannot even second-guess myself. Actually, I try to tell myself that I am not uniquely wierd. Let me explain that. Ever thought you're the only feeling a certain way, doing a certain very wrong thing and wondering whether you're normal, only to find that once you say it out, someone else totally understands what you are talking about and has experienced it before? Yes, that's true, it happens all the time! You are not alone in your idiosyncrasies! Only problem is, recently I'm getting less of that empathetic look but more of the "you're losing it" look. Hahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realise everytime I share about something emotional with my girlfriends, I'd stop and ask them "do you understand what I'm saying?" cuz sometimes, I am not so sure what I'm talking about myself... So comforting that they'll always nod and say yes. Amusing. Ya, I think I can't articulate myself well when I'm swarmed with emotions. Or when I'm talking to my newest crush. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Enough of this random musings. Before I lose you, the few readers who persevered through that thick paragraph of written diarrhoea(thank you thank you), here's some pics to keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's e pics of a "glam" event I went to... as u can see, for those who know which one is me, I cannot compare with those who went to "set their hair" and wore gowns! Real glam man... Venue: Shangri La (woohoo... my first time there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a ministry camp over the long weekend. Definitely one of the best camps I went to. Why? Because we stayed in Holiday Inn Resort! I don't mean to come across as "mountain turtle", but I tell you, their service is EXCELLENT. Courteous staff, great place, good beds, nice bathtub, etc etc And what I spent most of my time doing? Playing bridge, pool, snooker, watching ESPN... Ah... sheer indulgence. Best camp ever. BEST. Hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the title? Because I'm anti-Carpe Diem! Muahahhaha... *going NUTZ* shucks... time to rethink what to do with my life before it's finally lost in meaningless bridge, pool, snooker, and watching ESPN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the internal struggle again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My next entry, I blogged about how I fell off the treadmill after being inspired to jog. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for a sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116289160467188978?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116289160467188978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116289160467188978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116289160467188978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116289160467188978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/11/humour-comic-absurd-or-incongruous.html' title='Humour - A comic, absurd, or incongruous quality causing amusement'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-116177449276733611</id><published>2006-10-25T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:55:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump - To parachute from an aircraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked up to Number 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down. No challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jump. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta-da! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a game I used to play when I was 10 years old. I challenged myself to jump off steps at the HDB lobby near my uncle's provision shop. It was my childhood playground - I learnt Chinese chess from the older girl from the coffeeshop, learnt to cycle at the back alley from some older boy who I call “无名哥哥“, played &lt;em&gt;catching&lt;/em&gt; all around the block, pounced on countless flies (don't ask) and fed the alley cats... childhood games :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, I used to challenge myself by jumping off steps. As the story goes, at the height of my prime, I used to jump off the 12th step. (Or 14th? I can't remember.) Perhaps that's how I trained my ankles to be strong, but being lightweight sure helps I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appetite for thrills. And risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If natural progression is anything to go by, I should be doing sky-diving by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the natural progression in this instance was not going the way of arithmetic progression, instead it went the bell-curve way. At a certain point, what went up came down. The limiting factor being the conception of safety. Or rather, &lt;em&gt;danger&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still want to sky-dive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Within safe boundaries, belief that I can do something, coupled with unrelenting faith, add a bit of determination, plus a pinch of wisdom, minus fear of the unknown, minus discouraging doubts... And of course, with every plan wholly surrendered to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure somewhere along the line I can balance all of these and find my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fine-tune this equation along the way :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-116177449276733611?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/116177449276733611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=116177449276733611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116177449276733611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/116177449276733611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/10/jump-to-parachute-from-aircraft.html' title='Jump - To parachute from an aircraft'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115925254977775982</id><published>2006-09-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:57:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversight - An overlooking; an omission; an error</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been such an idiot. I was wondering why no one reads my blog and leaves comments anymore... *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ms BB msned me to say I must approve her comment. &lt;em&gt;Eh? &lt;/em&gt;*stunned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked blog, &lt;em&gt;eh, no comment leh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Point of realisation* Darn. I switch the "moderate comment" option on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry pals, thanks for all your comments. I really had no idea I had 8 comments pending approval... *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading me. I will continue blogging. &lt;em&gt;Soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115925254977775982?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115925254977775982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115925254977775982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115925254977775982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115925254977775982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/oversight-overlooking-omission-error.html' title='Oversight - An overlooking; an omission; an error'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115916495020022878</id><published>2006-09-25T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:47:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhng - Modify; make better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am going to zhng my blog until I like it enough to blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitions:&lt;br /&gt;When I say "I am going to", it doesn't have a definite timeline. It could be an intention that remains as an intention until something or someone jolts me out of the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "zhng my blog", it means I want to make it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So that I will love to blog on it. I am tempted to recreate my blog to look like my old blog, which makes me realise I'm so childish. Why must be the same then happy? Cannot make it better &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? I think part of me don't believe I can do better. So I will zhng my blog. To prove to myself I know how to improve. Hahhaa... &lt;em&gt;duh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime... I don't gian blogging. The blog's not me, the layout's not me, the content's not me, the me's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? I dunno. This is the real blogger's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sh&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Till I find out exactly what that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115916495020022878?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115916495020022878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115916495020022878' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115916495020022878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115916495020022878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/zhng-modify-make-better.html' title='Zhng - Modify; make better'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115899816498308584</id><published>2006-09-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:28:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot - Very good or impressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xabi Alonso is so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115899816498308584?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115899816498308584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115899816498308584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115899816498308584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115899816498308584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/hot-very-good-or-impressive.html' title='Hot - Very good or impressive'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115799296905475131</id><published>2006-09-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:07:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear - This fluid appearing in or flowing from the eye as the result of emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever felt like your tears were flowing back into yourself and you taste the saline down your throat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well announce this: I can tear in a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! There you have it. I cry easily, anywhere, anytime. I shall not be ashamed of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there are dozens of efficient neurons connecting my eyes/ears to my brain to my heart to my eyes, passing messages at 100,000km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my hypersensitive tear ducts just have a life of their own and tear whenever they please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I shall not feel &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; that I cried at King Kong no more. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too emotional when I cried while a friend was sharing about her stricken mother? Is it acceptable for me to cry when I feel touched by a courageous deed? Will I be perceived as a nutcase if I suddenly tear for no apparent reason? Can I just cry when I see suffering please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not. But I cannot help it. Worse, I look terrible when I cry. My eyes and nose turn red so easily :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got cure or not? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I smile as easily as I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115799296905475131?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115799296905475131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115799296905475131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115799296905475131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115799296905475131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/tear-this-fluid-appearing-in-or.html' title='Tear - This fluid appearing in or flowing from the eye as the result of emotion'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115733510922741214</id><published>2006-09-04T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:59:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newtrients - Nutrients from NeWater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/IMAGE_00018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr BLM may be right about NeWater :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These flowers were droopy when I received it on Thusday, almost dead from dehydration on Friday, and they are miraculously looking very fresh and firm today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle water.... NeWater... Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115733510922741214?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115733510922741214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115733510922741214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115733510922741214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115733510922741214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/newtrients-nutrients-from-newater.html' title='Newtrients - Nutrients from NeWater'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115722127372806139</id><published>2006-09-03T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:21:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jellyfish - Large siphonophore having a bladderlike float and stinging tentacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Silly jazzy song I heard in 2 friends' cars. I like the term "lazy jellyfish" :) it tickles me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds do it, bees do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even educated fleas do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Spain, the best upper sets do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lithuanians and Letts do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to mention the Fins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Folks in Siam do it - think of Siamese twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Argentines, without means, do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say in Boston even beans do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantic sponges, they say, do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oysters down in oyster bay do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even lazy jellyfish, do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Electric eels I might add do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it shocks em I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why ask if shad do it - Waiter bring me "shad roe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In shallow shoals English soles do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115722127372806139?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115722127372806139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115722127372806139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115722127372806139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115722127372806139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/jellyfish-large-siphonophore-having.html' title='Jellyfish - Large siphonophore having a bladderlike float and stinging tentacles'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115722074578669916</id><published>2006-09-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:02:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random - Statistics. of or characterizing a process of selection in which each item of a set has an equal probability of being chosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On roaming state now. Roaming random ramblings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching England tramp all over Andorra now. I passed the point of being entertained. At 5-0, Andorra looked every part the sorry figure. 3 times an Andorra player went to the ground and stayed down in pain. You wonder whether it's a very violent England team or a very sissy Andorra team. Whatever. Time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, watching Man U demolish Fulham in their opener was exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just wondered why any team would wanna wear a red card on their jersey. *shakes head in disbelief* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a good time of catching up with a dear old fren. I wasn't in the best of moods to talk actually, but I guess the sense of familiarity was priceless for an afternoon of hangout. Familiar but a different us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We used to be really close friends in secondary school. My friend was reminiscing that time we used to walk to school together in the morning, watch TV together over the phone and we were amazed how we could just hold on to the phone not talking. I was also reminded that I once fell asleep on the other line while a joke was being told. Funny incidences but my memory's failing me. I still sleep anywhere and everywhere. Some things never change :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was asked what I missed about Secondary school that I wished I'm back there. I gave quite a generic answer... carefree days, no stress... but if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are reading this, I should have told you just now - I really thank God you were a part of the beautiful memory. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, that's quite about the little blogging I wanted to do. Bed time for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115722074578669916?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115722074578669916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115722074578669916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115722074578669916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115722074578669916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-statistics-of-or-characterizing.html' title='Random - Statistics. of or characterizing a process of selection in which each item of a set has an equal probability of being chosen'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115707939521020085</id><published>2006-09-01T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:01:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wither - To fade; to lose freshness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NeWater - I drank a mouthful. Oh-kaay, NO. No more. Since May, the bottle of NeWater's been left on my table for reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new addition to my vase yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/IMAGE_00016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a little farewell gift from my colleague. A white Gerbera with little yellow spotty sidekicks. It even comes with a note: If life can't be a bed of roses; surely there can be a moment of happy gerberas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the happy gerbera looked half dead in its dehydrated state and I need to rescue it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; NeWater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving 2 Gerberas (including my boss' one) with a vase of NeWater, of just the right shape and height! :) See see? Sometimes we don't know why we keep rubbish and not want to throw them away... Sometimes they can be soooo useful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today weather very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115707939521020085?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115707939521020085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115707939521020085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115707939521020085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115707939521020085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/09/wither-to-fade-to-lose-freshness.html' title='Wither - To fade; to lose freshness'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115699675622057269</id><published>2006-08-31T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:01:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate - The meteorological conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weather is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week it's sunny, very sunny, and one week its bleak. Very bleak. The trend has been so. Even a blue chip like our country, supposedly in the tropics faces storms. Then again, the weather hasn't been quite the same, has it? Nope it hasn't. Whether it is the El Niño and La Niña effect, the weather is no longer predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115699675622057269?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115699675622057269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115699675622057269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115699675622057269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115699675622057269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/climate-meteorological-conditions.html' title='Climate - The meteorological conditions'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115683318431758762</id><published>2006-08-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:01:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nautical - Of or pertaining to seamen, to the art of navigation, or to ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am having this slight liking for the passing nautical trend. Yes, call me the late adopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beinggabrielle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who passed me this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2leftmole.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... She bought a very very pretty pair of shoes called Sailor Love. Nice shoes! I like this other pair called Hi' Sailor... but I doubt I'll buy la... my mum will kill me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115683318431758762?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115683318431758762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115683318431758762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115683318431758762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115683318431758762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/nautical-of-or-pertaining-to-seamen-to.html' title='Nautical - Of or pertaining to seamen, to the art of navigation, or to ships'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115674943879669213</id><published>2006-08-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:17:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things I hate about you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when you stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the way you read my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the way you're always right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when you're not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the fact that you didn't call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not even close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not even a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even at all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;From the movie &lt;strong&gt;10 things I hate about you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nice movie :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115674943879669213?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115674943879669213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115674943879669213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115674943879669213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115674943879669213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/10-things-i-hate-about-you-i-hate-way.html' title=''/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115647029136209278</id><published>2006-08-25T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:00:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve - To contribute to; promote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came across this quote: &lt;em&gt;"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others." &lt;/em&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt;, I'd say, the best way to find yourself is to NOT lose yourself while serving others. Maybe I'm too individualistic and self-centred. *shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115647029136209278?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115647029136209278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115647029136209278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115647029136209278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115647029136209278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/serve-to-contribute-to-promote.html' title='Serve - To contribute to; promote'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115639128424893295</id><published>2006-08-24T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:30:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation - An animated cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/hyyhome_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/hyyhome_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So cuuuuuuute so cute so cute! Saw this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://biowalkers.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoopsandyoyo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.hoopsandyoyo.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . There's lotsa cool stuff there... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115639128424893295?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115639128424893295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115639128424893295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115639128424893295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115639128424893295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/animation-animated-cartoon.html' title='Animation - An animated cartoon'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115631389939805160</id><published>2006-08-23T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:59:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender - Clusters of small purplish flowers that yield an oil used in perfumery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/1600/IMAGE_00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2245/287/320/IMAGE_00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally bought a vase! I'm so happy... If I am happier, i'm gonna buy MORE vases to decorate my workstation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully, these &lt;em&gt;Forget Me Nots &lt;/em&gt;are actually rejects from our latest campaign, doomed for the cleaner aunty's trash cart. I saved them from their fate and arranged them a little... viola! Free flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漂亮吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind fresh flowers too you know... *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115631389939805160?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115631389939805160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115631389939805160' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115631389939805160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115631389939805160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/lavender-clusters-of-small-purplish.html' title='Lavender - Clusters of small purplish flowers that yield an oil used in perfumery'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115621256566464694</id><published>2006-08-22T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:59:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accustom - To familiarize, as by constant practice, use, or habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so trying to get used to my new blog. Have I mentioned I am very 慢热？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no gian to blog now until I get my blog template right, the look that I want. *Sigh* And I happen to be quite loyal to the things I like... *bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115621256566464694?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115621256566464694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115621256566464694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115621256566464694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115621256566464694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/accustom-to-familiarize-as-by-constant.html' title='Accustom - To familiarize, as by constant practice, use, or habit'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33082707.post-115613463140496462</id><published>2006-08-21T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:59:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seity - Peculiar to one's self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose shupseity cuz it sounded like ipseity, which means selfhood; individual identity, individuality. I was thinking, "wah, sounds so individsualistic.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to quekie who actually went to check the meaning of seity (I mean, I didn't even know it's a word ok...) and found the above meaning which sounded nice! Exactly what I wanted in a new title for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, my newest entry on my new blog provider:&lt;br /&gt;shupseity.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33082707-115613463140496462?l=shupseity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/feeds/115613463140496462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33082707&amp;postID=115613463140496462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115613463140496462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33082707/posts/default/115613463140496462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shupseity.blogspot.com/2006/08/seity-peculiar-to-ones-self.html' title='Seity - Peculiar to one&apos;s self'/><author><name>shups!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05555501051438706858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://static.flickr.com/112/292699465_3cf471e629_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
