<?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-6342325724054889638</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:03:20.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the black dahlia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5491962507206543886</id><published>2008-10-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:17:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~ blog revival in progress ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5491962507206543886?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1323533686329750213</id><published>2008-03-01T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:34:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fav on american idol. brooke white. &lt;br /&gt;demure. pure. beautiful. she just grows on you. she's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;this is why.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkUFKv5W2a8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkUFKv5W2a8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6fcs10NO9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6fcs10NO9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo5XUxO_FAM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo5XUxO_FAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other girl that's pretty darn good as well is ramiele malubay.&lt;br /&gt;cute girl. sweet and so polite that it's quite scary. solid voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-V4XGyttrlM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-V4XGyttrlM" 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href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-fav-on-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1025578454705856656</id><published>2008-02-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:44:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's february 29th. and i thought i should post something on this day, which comes once every four years. every leap year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a movie showing called, the leap years, starring wong lilin and ananda mathew everingham. based on an irish leap year tradition that 'no man will refuse any requests of a lady. seems interesting enough and its said to have a spectacular man-made rain scene along esplanade bridge too. it's sold out in most of the popular cinemas. dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to meet someone who is born on feb 29. he/she'd only be 5 this year. while i'm already 22. damn. if i was born on feb 29th, with a birthday only once every four years, i'd make sure to have a hell of a party each time. with an annual birthday, it just loses its meaning and it becomes just another day. just another year. my 22nd was a quiet affair. having it on valentines' day didnt help either. but that will be updated in another entry. i'm 22 already. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;february 29th. 20mins before the first of march 2008. another uneventful day. like all others. hopefully there'd be more to share in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gskuP-8dtSU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-february-29th.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3900708062742979506</id><published>2008-02-14T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:53:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;:backdated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;birthday updates will be up the next time i get the urge to update. ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1584771369889242850</id><published>2008-02-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:32:33.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here comes the almost only once a month update.&lt;br /&gt;since i've quit my job, i've been really busy. super busy. very busy.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;busy sleeping. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so busy sleeping that i've been skipping breakfasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy watching tv. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so busy watching tv that i've watched the entire heroes season 1 during the star world heroes marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy shopping. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so busy shopping that i still dont have anything new to wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy occasionally catching up with friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so busy catching up that i dont have pictures to show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, that's why i haven't been updating nor do i have pictures to upload.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides school, relief teaching, looking for interesting part time jobs/contract jobs, i've been nuah-ing at home. although i keep telling myself to get my ass out of the house to exercise, but you know the outcome without me explaining further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been rather mundane. something which i cant seem to change no matter what i do. but i'm still trying to inject more excitement into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year was a pretty quiet affair. visiting my paternal grandma, 8th grandaunt and maternal grandmother on the first day and ending with only my dad's brothers playing mahjong at our place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was more eventful though. went to Giant IMM to look for mahjong table. sold out. so rushed down to visit my 9th granduncle first. drove up to Giant Tampines to look for mahjong table. the table was sold out even before cny. amazing. coz i was there the day before the eve of cny and i swear i saw a row of tables. did a car hop (dad's to cousin's) at the road shoulder under a flyover along TPE. went gaming with two cousins, my bro and the bf in cineleisure. was used as target practice in counter strike source. sobz. almost always the first one taken out. but the adrenalin rush was crazy. ran around like a mad man(the game doesnt have female avatars) carrying the most expensive machine gun. had really expensive fast food chicken with service at the basement. totally not worth the price. kfc tastes much better, not to mention cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;went to bukit batok driving range. my first time whacking golf balls. my cousin has a set of clubs in his car and brought bf and i to try our hand at golf while he practise his swings. i stubbornly refused to to use the gloves and was rewarded with two huge blisters on my thumbs. spent the rest of the night watching my uncles play mahjong at our place til 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's cny. i'm not too pleased with it. i havent had enough goodies this cny. i didnt stuff my face with goodies like i used to. which makes this cny forgettable. no kok chai, no love letters, no bak kwa. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/venchin"&gt;ven&lt;/a&gt;'s daily blog entry is impressive. i dont think i could achieve a daily entry man. *claps*&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1296970870662449006</id><published>2008-01-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:26:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday YY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to update. and chose your birthday to do so. happy or not? haha, you'd probably not read this on your birthday but it's ok, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th jan 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose today to celebrate yy's birthday. evelyn and i decided to surprise her by bringing her to muthu's curry! i think it's her first time having indian food other than prata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; yy &amp; jaclyn &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TsoRyUTdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6PFBnBLikus/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TsoRyUTdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6PFBnBLikus/s320/YY%27s+22nd+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153504050332061138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; jaclyn &amp; evelyn &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TswxyUTeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ed8WBrT4Qps/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TswxyUTeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ed8WBrT4Qps/s320/YY%27s+22nd+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153504196360949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered too much food and were struggling to finish. and the food wasnt as tasty as the last time i had it. was a little disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;but it was something different from our usual makan places and we just caught up on each other's lives and chatted the night away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded to esplanade. while evelyn and jaclyn disappeared for a whole hour, yy and i watched a mini piano concert inside the esplanade. &lt;br /&gt;the two lost sheep came back with.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TuVByUTfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RfoSy7JHX7k/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TuVByUTfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RfoSy7JHX7k/s320/YY%27s+22nd+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153505918642834930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;making a wish..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4Tu4hyUTgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GuyfRdBoTRI/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4Tu4hyUTgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GuyfRdBoTRI/s320/YY%27s+22nd+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153506528528190978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we were stuffed from all that indian food, we managed to eat half the cake la!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TvYxyUThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CsKDbvgJB5o/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TvYxyUThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CsKDbvgJB5o/s320/YY%27s+22nd+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153507082578972178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;these babes are the best!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TvpxyUTiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxakuV8K8-U/s1600-h/YY%27s+22nd+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TvpxyUTiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxakuV8K8-U/s320/YY%27s+22nd+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153507374636748322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these babes, i can be myself. we can make jokes of each other and not get offended. i can be in a really horrible mood and they'd understand, try to find out my problems and dish out sound advice. i just hope we could meet up more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~ // ~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update of dec07/jan08.. i've quit my job. it was a dead-end job which i didnt quite like. it sapped the life out of me. each day i wished i didnt have to go back to that dreary place to waste 8hrs of my life. each day i just got more annoyed and frustrated. many times i wanted out. but i stuck to it coz i didnt have any other plans. i was too afraid to leave and too afraid to try someplace new. but at least that is over. 15th dec 07 was the last day. the new girl came in just 2 days before i left. by that time, i couldnt really be bothered to train her much. i just unloaded my duties, made sure she sorta grasp the concept, then poof! i was gone.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get a farewell meal or anything. but i bought bengawan solo kuehs for them colleagues. my lab partner and a colleague shared and got me a levi's denim folder and a pretty necklace as parting gift lor. so touched. i bought them pizza for lunch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas and new year's went past rather quietly for me &lt;del&gt;this&lt;/del&gt; last year. spent the 23rd at a relative's place to celebrate birthdays for the december babies in the family. it used to be a huge gathering with many presents exchanging hands, with xmas carols filling the air and just huge smiles all round when i was much younger. now it's like a dreaded event. like cny. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so much time on my hands after quitting, i've been catching up on movies and mahjong! spent xmas day at sylvia's place playing mahjong from midnight to 4 or 5am. then new year's day from 5pm to 7am. the stakes were only 10cents/20cents, and i won $2.60 on the first night. ahahah! everyone was so zoned out and with the winnings soo little, it was just -.-" on everyone's faces. looking forward to more mahjong sessions this year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i went on a cruise on Superstar Virgo from 2jan08 - 4jan08. my first time on a cruise ship. route: malacca/kl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;nigel could hardly keep his eyes open with the glaring sun&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T7JxyUTjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_Ov7lX047kU/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T7JxyUTjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_Ov7lX047kU/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153520019020467762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had to take the picture a zillion times coz i couldnt capture the superstar virgo. and he squints in every single picture. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;view of the pool&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T7zRyUTkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5oMag3-A6pw/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T7zRyUTkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5oMag3-A6pw/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153520731985038914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;they are such a sweet couple laa...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8FRyUTlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MHhOv8qj2B4/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8FRyUTlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MHhOv8qj2B4/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521041222684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;relaxing the day away..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8ShyUTmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TDzJaPeCjkA/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8ShyUTmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TDzJaPeCjkA/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521268855950946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;playing gigantic checkers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8ehyUTnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YXXTAFCgIB0/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T8ehyUTnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YXXTAFCgIB0/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521475014381170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;dinner on the last night, i had a lil wine..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T85ByUToI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ci74U2f2vIY/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T85ByUToI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ci74U2f2vIY/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521930280914562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;he cant wait to go home..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T9HByUTpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gkZU-0wuHG4/s1600-h/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4T9HByUTpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gkZU-0wuHG4/s320/Cruise+to+Malacca+%26+KL+02-01-08+259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153522170799083154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt disembark at kl. we spent quite some time at the casino the night before and just wanted to relax the day away. excuse my following exclamation, it was my first time in a casino. i cant phantom how those gamblers have sooo much money to throw at the tables! they change 1000$ bills. OMG. and they hop from one table to another to place bets, then walk back and forth to check the winnings/losses. only to change even more money to throw on other tables. oh man.. if i had that much money, i'd just spend it on travelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... now i'm just waiting to go back to school. i dont know if i'm looking forward to it or dreading it. i guess i'd only find out when my timetable is out and reality sinks in. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a few tasks in mind that i hope to accomplish in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to:&lt;br /&gt;- get into the groove of studying for my degree. &lt;br /&gt;- obtain either the diving licence or the ppdcl. &lt;br /&gt;- travel to taiwan. return to hong kong/bangkok. &lt;br /&gt;- earn some extra moolah and manage my finances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope things work out better this year. 2007 had more sad moments compared to happy moments. just have to put 2007 behind and look forward to happier moments to come in 2008! have a great year ahead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1296970870662449006?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1296970870662449006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1296970870662449006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1296970870662449006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1296970870662449006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-yy-finally-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R4TsoRyUTdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6PFBnBLikus/s72-c/YY%27s+22nd+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5185353713736876556</id><published>2007-12-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:36:42.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R1OjAcSo5TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a2mJ9Arb-gg/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139630827749565746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R1OjAcSo5TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RVS9omVAEHk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's why i dont understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why i'm feeling so bad now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i know it was my idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more it clears the more i have to let you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5185353713736876556?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5185353713736876556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5185353713736876556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-252044264424739122</id><published>2007-12-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:45:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABBA - Knowing Me Knowing You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more carefree laughter&lt;br /&gt;Silence ever after&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;We just have to face it, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;(This time we're through, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;This time we're through, we're really through)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;br /&gt;(I have to go this time &lt;br /&gt;I have to go, this time I know)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing youIt's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mem'ries (mem'ries), good days (good days), bad days (bad days)&lt;br /&gt;They'll be (they'll be), with me (with me) always (always)&lt;br /&gt;In these old familiar rooms children would play&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only emptiness, nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;We just have to face it, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;(This time we're through, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;This time we're through, we're really through)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;br /&gt;(I have to go this time&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, this time I know)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;It's the best I can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-392611938760662835</id><published>2007-11-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:49:54.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i starved myself of shopping for the past two months, mainly to save up and recoup previous impulsive splurges. but the shopping devil has been let loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm practically shopping everyday in the comfort of my office chair! shopping online, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young and naive, i've always window shopped but always go home empty-handed. that's coz i always thought the item will always be there anyway. silly i know..but i didnt have any income. let alone a disposable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i've joined 7 sprees so far this month.. and probably spent around $300. that's just the items. the shipping charges and postage costs havent been factored in yet. ahh.. it's so easy to shop online! i dont have to brave the crowds and i dont have to dig through the racks or bargain bins together with everyone else.. all the clothes online are so beautifully photographed and arranged neatly into categories for easy browsing. it brings impulsive shopping to a whole new level!  wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask, 'what if it doesnt fit?'...wellllll... just put it online or some auction site and sell it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside is the waiting time la. all the items i bought will only arrive next month. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*mumblegrumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overspent this month. sigh. totally busted the limit by buying a phone. bought the sony ericsson w910i yesterday. in havana bronze. i would've gotten the red, but i already feel quite paiseh coz my colleague and judith have it. i wanted to wait for the w960, which is a touch screen phone. but the battery of the current phone, O2 xphone IIm, was so bloated i don't even dare to charge it anymore. i dont want it to explode in my room lor! will post a picture of its bloatedness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so irritated that the keystick wasnt responsive and wanted to open up the keypad to poke around. i took out the backing and then realised that the keypad front can't be taken out. i was so pissed that i was trying to jam the back cover into place. it was THEN that i realised the bloat and that the back cover had to be forced back into place.  freak.. i wouldn't have been so paranoid if i didnt notice and went out to buy the w910i. jurong point didnt have the havana bronze lor, and there were like 2 handpone shops and a road show by singtel. i had to go to a singtel's authorized dealer near my place to deliberately buy it. but yea, at least i knew and could prevent myself from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm super broke, and i'm waiting impatiently for my pay check. sigh. it's so unnerving to have such a low account balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i tendered my resignation. finally, i know! did so on the 16th. i was a nervous wreck that day. i was so scared to pass the letter to my boss. contemplated constantly, back and forth, from the time i stepped into office til about an hour before knocking off. i've never resigned before wad. so a bit scared la. didnt know what to say or how to say it. well, i was so chicken that i almost gave up the thought of resigning. it was like an out of body experience. i just psyched myself and willed myself into my boss' office,  pretend that i'm just informing him of the status of some paperwork he asked me to do. then BAM! i shook as i handed the letter to him. my hands went cold instantly, and i stuttered as i tried to explain myself more coherently. but the boss was rather understanding. he was quite nice about it.. just smiled and said &lt;em&gt;ok...er ok. &lt;/em&gt;and that was that! my first resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm happier now. knowing that this will end soon. the month will pass quickly. eagerly anticipating yet afraid of what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been spending most of the time in office nowadays. no longer running between the lab and office. the pace has slowed down much. maybe that's the reason of shopping more too. coz i'm always surfing and shopping online. ahah.. i've even cleared the huge pile of DO to update on the stock cards. the pile started late october and accumulated daily. yet each day i procrastinate and ignore the growing mountain. i'm glad that's finally done. it seems there isnt gonna be a replacement. still a few things to do before i wash my hands off matters and wave goodbye to this place. can't hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-392611938760662835?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/392611938760662835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=392611938760662835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/392611938760662835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/392611938760662835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/R1OiOMSo5SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6mJ8F9NFGSE/s72-c/ha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-4282790712154671780</id><published>2007-11-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:44:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a long weekend. i can't say that it was a nice long weekend. it was far from nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company went on a trip to vietnam but i didnt sign up to participate in it. if i had went on the trip and wanted to quit within the year, i'd have to fork out money to pay back the company which is ridiculous. i thought i could just spend the time with a certain someone and just rest through the long weekend. but shit happens, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was deepavali or diwali to some. yu chuan made a date with five girls to have lunch at red star restaurant on the 7th floor of 54 chin swee rd. the place is really ulu, and i'm amazed that the restaurant was actually packed to the brim with a long snaking line from the counter inside the restaurant, spilled outside and down 1 flight of stairs. yu chuan queued for abt 20mins before getting a table. the dim sum was seriously sub-standard. maybe it was a public holiday thus quality made way for quantity. it wasnt all that fantastic, and i thought it was rather pricey. i doubt i'd ever go back. evelyn, yy, yuchuan and i then headed to town and did a little shopping. mostly finding stuff on eve's shopping list. haha, we were so sleepy after lunch, we could hardly entertain each other. we dragged ourselves from plaza singapura to centrepoint and back. it was super tiring, but i enjoyed it anyway. it felt great to spend time with them and being a lil silly. i missed those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Yu Chuan! it's a little late..i know your birthday is on the 10th..but thanks for the lunch.. hope u like the gift. i doubt you'd actually read this though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. there's nothing much to say about the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those preparing for the coming exams, all the best!! study hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to that certain someone... my encouragement probably won't compare to some one else's. it probably won't even mean anything to you. you treat the words of others as gold. and mine for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-4282790712154671780?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/4282790712154671780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=4282790712154671780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4282790712154671780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4282790712154671780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5038204801680416949</id><published>2007-11-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:08:38.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was hesistant with this post, coz i havent been taking any photos recently. technically the camera i've been using is not mine. might get a cheap lil camera during the next computer/IT fair. if the money is enough. i havent been wanting to take pictures either coz i bit my lower lip at least two weeks ago, in which the injury turned into ulcer and was healing only after a week of torture, then i went and bite right into it again. i bit into the ulcer again on monday and it's been the worst ever. all i can say abt my life now is: sibei suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, i met up with judith on tuesday. i rushed down to square2 to have dinner with her during her break. i think she was quite surprised that i arrived earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;we had a real long chat over dinner at a thai-muslim eatery. she did most of the talking while i listened intently. i feel that the way she sees things now is different from before. she's definitely gotten more mature and stronger after all the stuff in her life. i admire her courage and determination. mental note to self: to catch up with her more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been building up on beauty products through her recommendation. haha. i've yet to start the daily regime; facial cleanser,tone,moisturize,night cream. currently it is just facial cleanser then zZZzzzzz.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5038204801680416949?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-8222739404253472797</id><published>2007-11-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:23:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB_GoQ-h9Zg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this video posted on various blogs over the past week or two, but since i'm in office and i dont have speakers to watch the video with audio output, i keep telling myself to watch it when i get home. well, that hasnt happened coz it always slips my mind. so when curiosity got the better of me, i clicked on the play button and just watched it like a silent film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i've already had a bias against the angmohs in the video after all the outraged posts and comments i've read about it. but watching the video without the audio, the plight of tri shaw uncle was amplified. he looked so frail yet he's pinballing amongst the 3 men trying to get them to pay up. i feel so indignant at the rude behaviour of the angmohs. 3 men! i say men coz one of them is reported as 26. and for someone at the age, i'd have expected a bit more maturity from. i refuse to call them boys who are insensitive and out on a night of fun. calling them boys would just make the deed seem more acceptable behaviour. but no, they are men. adults. making fun of an elderly who's trying to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singaporeans should help each other out when the need arises. not just think about it or talk about what they would have done in THAT situation. i wish that taxi driver could have jumped out and helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angmohs were obviously giving the poor uncle a hard time. could see the uncle use all the strength that he could to cycle. it's just sad that these angmohs just think of it as an 'insensitive' act. it was obvious that their intention was to make fun of the uncle and get a few laughs at the uncle's expense(they didnt pay..buggers). how is that NOT bullying? there's motive, cause and action. here's the &lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,146408,00.html"&gt;new paper article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the admin manager in office made a comment the other day. 'the price of flour, eggs and other necessities are on the rise. it's really going to hit the lower income people and the elderly.' and i thought 'wow, she actually empathizes with the less fortunate.' but then i thought, 'empathy doesnt put food on the table for these people.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then i had a Miss Universe moment where i wished i knew what i could do to make the world a better place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;call me naive, but i truly wish the rich isnt getting richer and the poor isnt getting poorer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-8222739404253472797?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/8222739404253472797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=8222739404253472797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8222739404253472797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8222739404253472797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-seen-this-video-posted-on-various.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5328408371036049027</id><published>2007-11-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:22:31.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i initially started this post wanting to rant on some issues.&lt;br /&gt;but thought otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are not worth mentioning and complaining about. some things you'd just keep inside and hope it'd get better. if not sooner, then later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's true if i dont mention it, he'd never know and can never change. but would i be happier if he knew and change, either willingly or not? nah, i dont think so. coz the next time it happens, i'd just question whether he truly meant it or is he just carrying out what i want. maybe i've been asking for too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the increasing silence between us is hard not to notice. the bought happiness and lure of expensive dinners shows for our love. or lack of. and the constant compromise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5328408371036049027?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5328408371036049027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5328408371036049027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5328408371036049027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5328408371036049027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-initially-started-this-post-wanting.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-7558609427831954148</id><published>2007-10-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:42:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;KIMI RAIKKONEN CLINCH FORMULA 1 DRIVERS' CHAMPIONSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rxwos_hNmvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwpddiO0CVk/s1600-h/kimi+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015229470874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rxwos_hNmvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwpddiO0CVk/s320/kimi+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After a season littered with scandals and controversy, Kimi Raikkonen beat Lewis Hamilton to the drivers' title by one point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the start of the season, i've never really liked Lewis Hamilton. to me, he stole Fernando Alonso's glory and messed with Ferrari's chances greatly. yes, he might be a good driver to some, but if this rookie had won the drivers' title, i think i'd just die. i'd be so pissed and upset at the same time. i refuse to believe in his 'talent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Mclaren Mercedes, the team that signed Lewis Hamilton, is appealing to penalise BMW-Sauber and the Williams teams for their fuel temperature discrepancies. This is to protect Lewis Hamilton's rookie driver title dream. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i say, "dream on, lewis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Formula1.com: "Under Formula One racing’s technical regulations fuel temperatures are not allowed to fall more than 10 degrees Celsius below ambient air temperature at any time. According to FIA data, Williams and BMW Sauber exceeded this range during the race, but after lengthy deliberations stewards chose not to impose sanctions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FIA stewards couldnt prove that the fuel temperature was indeed out of the 10deg limit. If the International Court of Appeal do accepts Mclaren's appeal, the drivers' title would hang in the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont wish to see Lewis Hamilton win just because of this controversy. I'd rather see Fernando Alonso win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. KIMI IS THE TRUE CHAMPION! i dont care.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RxwpDfhNmwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FF1jiDMrZX8/s1600-h/2243514550-raikkonen-crowned-formula-one-champion-as-hamilton-wilts-in-brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RxwpDfhNmwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FF1jiDMrZX8/s320/2243514550-raikkonen-crowned-formula-one-champion-as-hamilton-wilts-in-brazil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015616017931010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-7558609427831954148?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/7558609427831954148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=7558609427831954148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/7558609427831954148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/7558609427831954148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/10/kimi-raikkonen-clinch-formula-1-drivers.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rxwos_hNmvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwpddiO0CVk/s72-c/kimi+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3414644365987335064</id><published>2007-10-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:08:39.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is this gorgeous boy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RwxeHNUtPkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sRzvOqqbACY/s1600-h/wu+zun+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119570354342018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RwxeHNUtPkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sRzvOqqbACY/s320/wu+zun+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;wu zun turns 27!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally watched the taiwanese drama &lt;em&gt;Hanazakari no Kimitachi e&lt;/em&gt; which i had rented. i was hooked immediately after watching the first episode. was bent on completing the series in the shortest time. the series is based on a 暧昧theme, where the female lead Lu Rui Xi 盧瑞莃 dresses up as a boy and transfers into a boys' school to be close to her inspiration Zuo Yi Quan 左以泉. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from wiki: Soon, she is accepted as a normal student, but after sustaining an injury to the head, her gender is discovered by Mei Tian - the gay school health official - and Quan (whom she does not realise knows her secret). Mei Tian becomes her confidant, but Quan keeps Rui Xi's secret to himself in order to protect her identity and keep her by his side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kept me watching was of course wu zun, who plays zuo yi quan, as well as the gay health official, mei tian. why the gay health official? well, lu rui xi's conversations with mei tian never fails to include mei tian's sexuality in the most irrevelant ways possible. i kept replaying the conversations over coz it was just too hilarious and i had to listen to it again &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wu zun is not just a pretty face. his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wu_Chun"&gt;'public'&lt;/a&gt; profile as released by his entertainment company seems quite impressive. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RwxmzdUtPlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4FHJXoDg56A/s1600-h/wu+zun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RwxmzdUtPlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4FHJXoDg56A/s320/wu+zun+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119579910644252242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rwxm79UtPmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uUTshp8Z0dY/s1600-h/wu+zun+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rwxm79UtPmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uUTshp8Z0dY/s320/wu+zun+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119580056673140322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't he just gorgeous? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to find the japanese version of the series. might watch it if the lead is as good looking ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just realised it is also taiwan's national day! hmm.. will probably go to taiwan this december *fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3414644365987335064?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3414644365987335064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3414644365987335064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3414644365987335064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3414644365987335064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-this-gorgeous-boys-birthday-wu.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RwxeHNUtPkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sRzvOqqbACY/s72-c/wu+zun+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3466276456009477954</id><published>2007-10-05T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:59:03.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i listened to the stories of two virgos with financial issues. i wish i could do something. hope things get better for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather disappointed in some things in my life as well. i won't be able to catch kumar this weekend. it's close to being sold out shows, and i wont be part of it. sigh. i just had two fun sized snicker bars, and instead of the sugar rush and the false happiness.. i feel a sore throat developing and i'm still upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a lousy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENASSA! have a great 21st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3466276456009477954?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3466276456009477954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3466276456009477954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3466276456009477954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3466276456009477954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-listened-to-stories-of-two-virgos.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1529600533785024239</id><published>2007-10-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:55:00.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sigh. more bad luck&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning with a sore right eye(&lt;em&gt;it has cleared up thru the day). &lt;/em&gt;then i tripped and fell on the uneven pavement behind the factory. i was kind of in a rush to get from the store to the factory. i guess my papillos got caught in a groove in the pavement, thrusting me forward and throwing me off balance. i skipped a few steps, feeling confident in regaining balance, before unglamourously falling with my face centimeters from the pavement, slamming my palms hard onto the floor to stop further forward movement. my palms are fine, but i scraped my right knee. now it's a huge ugly bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. mumble grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it seems the papillos have been causing me to trip many times before. i usually regain my balance in the next step, or nigel will grab my arm to keep me from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sandals must be cursed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1529600533785024239?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1529600533785024239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1529600533785024239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1529600533785024239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1529600533785024239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-2723531387774784676</id><published>2007-09-27T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:28:41.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ranting. the brat in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many wants accumulated recently.&lt;br /&gt;want to do.&lt;br /&gt;want to try.&lt;br /&gt;want to see.&lt;br /&gt;want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go malaysia for cheap seafood. i want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1107"&gt;kumar the queen&lt;/a&gt;. i want to make chunky charm bracelets. i want to go chinatown to get those charms to make the chunky charm bracelets. i want to go taiwan for it's glorious street food. i want to try cafe brios' dinner buffet &lt;a href="http://www.uob.com.sg/assets/pdfs/cardsaug07_dine.pdf"&gt;(uob promo)&lt;/a&gt;.i want to get my hair extensions out.  i want to go back to waraku for dinner one day soon. i want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1226"&gt;beauty world&lt;/a&gt; (anyone want to join me?). i want my hair to grow longer so i dont need the extensions anymore. i want to play mahjong. i want to try &lt;a href="http://astonsspecialties.blogspot.com/"&gt;aston's prime&lt;/a&gt;. i want to go to at least one oktoberfest event in october(but no beer buddy). i want a grey kitten. i want to bake cupcakes. i want to try out wii. i want my pay cheque to come in today. i want to walk through geylang serai at least once this year to finally try a ramly burger and have other wonderful muslim food. nasi lemak, mee rebus, mee siam, lontong, mee soto, and other delicacies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i didnt have lunch today. thus, all the food cravings in between other important wants. lol. ok, now i'm really hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-2723531387774784676?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/2723531387774784676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=2723531387774784676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/2723531387774784676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/2723531387774784676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/09/ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5377385519946646248</id><published>2007-09-24T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:01:40.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photo update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally have some time and decided not to procrastinate further in updating. heh. i've been &lt;del&gt;wasting time&lt;/del&gt; busy with some yahoo! trial games of late. but the games have not been good enough for me to part with 19.99usd. been toying with the idea of getting wii. or the ds lite. but i just dont know whether it's worthwhile/useful or i'd just be wasting money. same goes with the mobile phone upgrade. the current phone's keystick response is getting worse. cant navigate through functions smoothly and it gets quite frustrating for me. and the phone fails to connect incoming calls occasionally. the phone is otherwise still usable so i dont wish to fork out money to buy a new one. not now at least. cash strapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the photo update of recent events.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly.. here's the two flat tyres -.-&lt;br /&gt;first flat tyre... honda. a puncture&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaI4dUtPhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WfdPS9D6pPI/s1600-h/IMAGE_166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113424930451308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaI4dUtPhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WfdPS9D6pPI/s320/IMAGE_166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the guy fixing it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaJW9UtPiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MGqXwZrpJ20/s1600-h/IMAGE_167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113425454437318178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaJW9UtPiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MGqXwZrpJ20/s320/IMAGE_167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; second flat tyre... nissan. a tear in the tyre.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaJvNUtPjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yPMFbudNsnA/s1600-h/IMAGE_169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113425871049145906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaJvNUtPjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yPMFbudNsnA/s320/IMAGE_169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there was some good that came out of these two flat tyres. now i know how to change a tyre! but i dont have the strength to lift the spare tyre out of the boot. not much help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;daddy's birthday at The Paramount by tung lok group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Dads60th06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Dads60th10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's birthday at Let's Clap at the Rail Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MumsBirthday12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn's birthday at Chevron Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived really late. so we had loads of time to kill while evelyn was busy playing a game set up by her uni friends.&lt;br /&gt;photowhore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and valence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! the birthday girl, after she got thrown into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh... control yourselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and eve. i'm sure she had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Evelyns21st042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had already known abt mandy's surprise party, but this girl came to ask me out to celebrate her bday. how not to agree?!&lt;br /&gt;i drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had that flat tyre.. and was extremely late. but we finally arrived at Waraku Restaurant at marina square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy had the hotate and cheese cream. the bowl was bigger than her face.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the ayame (sushi and soba).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had a prawn side dish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had three drinks. the beautiful lady, peach chuHi and iced water. the nicest was the beautiful lady. must try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food at waraku is really good. super delicious and quite affordable. i would say it is better than sushi tei. maybe coz sushi tei is familiar and has the usual japanese fare, while waraku offers something different.&lt;br /&gt;wishing for flowers on her birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/CIMG0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl finally turns 21 two days later..with a huge bash by her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nig and i only arrived after the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrapped her present with 21 layers of wrapping paper. hah!&lt;br /&gt;this is her tearing off each layer. i'm sure she had loads of fun! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is her cleaning up her mess..very unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was quite smart with this wrapping paper. tore it out from a magazine and folded it to fit the present so nicely. *pats myself on the back*. stay forever21 mandyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will meet u soon, ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MANDYSBIG21ST6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 14th sept 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Melt~ the world cafe at Oriental Hotel for it's buffet dinner with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy looks like he's enjoying the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel doesnt even wanna stop for a photo. *&lt;em&gt;sulks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy seems to be eyeing nigel's bbq lamb;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in oriental hotel's lift. hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Melt018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the buffet spread was really good. for the first time, i actually wanted to try a lil of everything! i didnt want to skip anything. the buffet spread included indian, thai, western, seafood on ice, sushi, a small selection of barbequed meats cooked on the spot, and a huge dessert section. but alas, i had to give many delicious looking items a miss due to the small capacity of my tummy, in which i regret. i think it was at $55 per person for dinner. quite worth it for that price i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 15th sept 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like my luck hasnt changed. still having a tinge of bad luck. i couldn't attend cindi's 21st coz before leaving for the party, my toe nail cracked 3/4 of the way and i had to peel the entire piece off. it was my little toe and it hurt quite a bit. nigel peeled the nail off for me and it bled. totally killed my mood and was in minor shock. photos are &lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Injuredtoe006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/Injuredtoe010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for those who dare to take a look. a bit gross la..dont say i didnt warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'm tired. and feeling hungry. and dreading work tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5377385519946646248?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5377385519946646248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5377385519946646248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5377385519946646248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5377385519946646248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/09/photo-update-finally-have-some-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvaI4dUtPhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WfdPS9D6pPI/s72-c/IMAGE_166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5585025351297683640</id><published>2007-09-20T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:22:57.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got time on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think you have a logical mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamershood.com/flashgames/2902"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Play The Impossible Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5585025351297683640?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5585025351297683640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5585025351297683640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5585025351297683640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5585025351297683640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge to bake blueberry muffins and chocolate cupcakes..make snowskin mooncakes with a lot of lotus seeds for that extra crunch..and make blueberry pancakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem is: &lt;br /&gt;1. i dont wake up early enough on weekends to do these.&lt;br /&gt;2. nobody wants to try the stuff i make. quite sad la. so much for FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;3. things like muffins/cupcakes/pancakes gotta eat when it is fresh outta the oven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a sudden urge to make my own chunky charm bracelets. for myself and for some close friends... will try to put that into action soon. i just need to get the charms and beads, then i'd be able to make them in office. that way, i wont be so bored at work. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5235096043174742781?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RvCzPeK6wII/AAAAAAAAAEs/f7BOR_C23sc/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-2240782511811962589</id><published>2007-09-08T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:15:59.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a really bad week. well, the bad things outweigh the good things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had two flat tyres. one was my dad's car that i had asked to use on tuesday. i went to the carpark only to find that the left rear was flat. an emergency call to my dad and all he said was to get it repaired by myself and not to speed. nig came with me and i &lt;s&gt;rushed&lt;/s&gt; drove at 40km/h to pick up my mum then to the caltex on jurong port road to get the tyre fixed. the mechanic took only 5mins to get the tyre out, but took 30mins finding the hole that is leaking the air pressure. i was an hour late in meeting mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second flat was nig's dad's car on friday. i mounted a curb while turning right coz the cab on my left didnt gimme enough clearance to turn. didnt realise i had a flat til a passenger in a different cab pointed it out near raffles city. judith was with me so i just dropped her off at suntec city before rushing to src to wait for nig's dad to drive back to src to help change the tyre. i was so afraid i nearly peed in my pants. nig's dad had to manually change the tyre and i felt so bad about it. it was an hour later before i met up with judith at suntec city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traffic has been a pain in the arse. both figuratively and literally. dont know how some of those drivers get their license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lab girl i work with, took 2 days leave for wednesday and thursday, then called in sick on friday. predicted coz i knew she went to KL but still pissed off that i was right. it's the beginning of the month so there was alot of products being made which required qc. was running around from office to lab to factory to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big boss in office casually commented that i look like i have 'put on some weight'. i got a little depressed after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tds probe is cranky. the value will just decrease and not stabilise. how to take reading like that. the spare probe doesnt even work. a whole batch of water samples have abnormal tds readings. but i don't really care. gotta send both for repair on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to help my mum get/do stuff at jurong point. got into a crazy argument with nig abt me wasting his time. twice. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some girl wanted to buy an item that i put on ebay. contacted me on wednesday and said she wants the item asap, by friday she said. i was kinda happy, but it was shortlived. after 3 days of negotiating and trying to come to compromise on the meeting time and place for each day, then changing the fixed venue or time numerously, i got so fed up that i cancelled the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at work again today. it was raining and it's such a good day to just sleep in. but i'm here wasting time so i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@##$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;argh&lt;/em&gt;..ok i've complained enough in one entry. on to the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 girls in my life grew a year older in a span of 2 weeks. 3 girls turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum grew a year older on the 24th of aug. the family celebrated at the Let's Clap restaurant at the Rail Mall. it was the first time us kids brought our partners so there were 8 at the table. it was such a wonderful night. the food was really good. the crabs were so juicy yet firm. superb. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;evelyn turned 21 on the 29th of aug. she had her birthday celebration at the chevron chalet in jurong east on the 24th. she had a massive turn out, but i turned up when the party was almost over. but i did get to see her get fresh cream smeared on her face and thrown into the swimming pool! haha. she looked so unglam when she came out of the pool that she refused to take a picture. but it was great to catch up a lil with evelyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judith turned 21 on the 5th of sep. the poor girl had to work the morning shift from 10.30am to 10pm on her birthday. omg. but i'm sure the tiffany charm bracelet and the longines watch from her bro and dad made up for it. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy turned 21 on the 6th of sep. this lucky girl had a surprise birthday organised by her bf. i dont know how the bf got my number as well as the phone number of her other friends whom he doesnt really know. i arrived after the the surprise coz i was busy with her birthday gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you girls.. hope that you would all get what you've wished for! may the year be filled with happy and special surprises to keep the smiles on your faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update with photos later! hope the rest of the month would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-2240782511811962589?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/2240782511811962589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=2240782511811962589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/2240782511811962589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/2240782511811962589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-really-bad-week.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6289801653605237870</id><published>2007-08-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:53:30.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tuesday, 14th august 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with mandy after work. rushed home to get the car so that i can &lt;del&gt;show off&lt;/del&gt; pick her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad idea. heh. mandy got trigger happy in the car. everytime a flash go off, i immediately look into the rear view to check which bastard was flashing his headlights. but alas, it was mandyy, snapping away on her little camera, blinding me with her camera flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mandyy &amp; me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLlsvCyzFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YdHu-IE7GOE/s1600-h/CIMG1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLlsvCyzFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YdHu-IE7GOE/s320/CIMG1638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103393884469382226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before our lil meet up, she suggested that it'd be fun to exchange baby photos to laugh at during dinner. &lt;br /&gt;yet another bad idea. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i took out my cutest albeit embarassing photos to share.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLmXPCyzGI/AAAAAAAAADc/DKezfM7hYtI/s1600-h/CIMG1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLmXPCyzGI/AAAAAAAAADc/DKezfM7hYtI/s320/CIMG1659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103394614613822562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while she brought her nude baby and crib photos.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLm3PCyzHI/AAAAAAAAADk/yYefOh6FZ8g/s1600-h/CIMG1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLm3PCyzHI/AAAAAAAAADk/yYefOh6FZ8g/s320/CIMG1675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103395164369636466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course i cant possibly upload the nude photos. partly coz it's indecent exposure and i may get in trouble with some blog authorities. but mostly coz i dont have it. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had our laughs, although at my expense, through dinner at pasta mania.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLq2PCyzKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ziLg9N171jA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLq2PCyzKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ziLg9N171jA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103399545236278434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how much have we changed??&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLtV_CyzLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J2VM8zgVnYk/s1600-h/CIMG1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLtV_CyzLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J2VM8zgVnYk/s400/CIMG1671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103402289720380594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLxDfCyzMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iSUS1y3wtpk/s1600-h/CIMG1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLxDfCyzMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iSUS1y3wtpk/s400/CIMG1670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103406369939311810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great heart to heart chat after everything. it was so easy chatting about stuff that i've kept bottled up. i didnt feel like i needed to protect myself or cover-up details. a special friend indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLxvfCyzOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CFq1D77knQ8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLxvfCyzOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CFq1D77knQ8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103407125853555938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday, 16th august 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love grocery shopping! but the bf knows my impulsive buying habit, so he'd always feed me first then bring me grocery shopping. that way, i won't feel like throwing anything and everything i like into the trolley. darn.&lt;br /&gt;so although i had beef pepper rice from pepper lunch in my tummy.. we still raked up a whooping 100 bucks in groceries from giant at imm. heh&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLzXPCyzPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a6Ngai5T_Cw/s1600-h/Receipt+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLzXPCyzPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a6Ngai5T_Cw/s400/Receipt+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103408908264983794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wah lau.. it's the first time i collected such a long receipt la. 31 items. it felt so much like i was living on my own. getting stuff like soap, shower foam, tea, snacks, chocolates, fruits, canned fruits, pet food..etc. heh, grocery shopping therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. not all the items are mine la.. half are his. &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 17th august 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read about the deliciously juicy and tender black pig tonkatsu from Central Tom Ton on &lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.blogspot.com/2007/07/tom-ton-baa-baa-black-pig-have-you-any.html"&gt;ieatishootipost's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it'd be worth a try. i was famished by the time we got our table.&lt;br /&gt;this is what we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;top grade black pig tonkatsu, comes with salad, rice and miso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLTK_Cyy8I/AAAAAAAAACM/ssG2VAQAW5U/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103373513439497154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLTK_Cyy8I/AAAAAAAAACM/ssG2VAQAW5U/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;black pig sukiyaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLTp_Cyy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/GJpFzzggzNI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103374046015441874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLTp_Cyy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/GJpFzzggzNI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the black pig tonkatsu was juicy and had alot of bite. the rice was fragrant and just the right amount of stickiness. not too wet, not too dry, not too sticky and messy. just nice and very chewy. and the miso was wow. not the usual ready mix with tiny cubes of tofu and seaweed. this miso was packed with shredded chicken, onions &amp; carrots. full body flavour that was very appetizing. the sukiyaki wasnt bad. the soup base was overly sweet tho. overall, i dont think it was good enough to make me go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught sight of fireworks. found out it was for some fireworks celebration at marina bay on the 17th and 18th august. decided to catch the full view of it on 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 18th august 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad decision to go watch the fireworks. i think everyone doesnt get bored of seeing the fireworks. even though it means heavy traffic, closed roads, full carparks, full house restaurants in the suntec city/marina square/raffles city area, impatient diners, hordes of people, etc.. each time there is a fireworks display. i dont know how people brave it time and again. each time i watch the fireworks, i'd tell myself i wont go through the drama again, and i'm getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;nig and i braved it this time, he dropped me off at src coz that *beep* club decided to close its carpark to members only but a car queue formed anyway. wth right. bad idea to drop me off though. he got stuck circling the suntec city/marina square/raffles city/parliament area for an hour trying to find a carpark lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that frustration and hassle just for these:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLWh_Cyy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/E8Vi_5NNPZY/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLWh_Cyy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/E8Vi_5NNPZY/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103377207111371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLWh_Cyy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/E8Vi_5NNPZY/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLXWfCyzBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X6mY6MEajpA/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378109054503954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLXWfCyzBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X6mY6MEajpA/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLXJfCyzAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y6faxPD6_aM/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103377885716204546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLXJfCyzAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y6faxPD6_aM/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLW4vCyy_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jTLlalED_8A/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103377597953395698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLW4vCyy_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jTLlalED_8A/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that spectacular afterall. all the displays were like the previous. same type of fireworks but dancing to a different tune..like duhh. there should be breakthrough in the pyrotechnics man. it's getting more boring each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..i had a good dinner after the fireworks tho! we stayed at bibik@padang in src coz we didnt really want to get stuck in the human and traffic jam trying to get to another place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;seafood hor fun (damn shiok)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLgffCyzDI/AAAAAAAAADE/N2FAU400vaI/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103388159277976626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLgffCyzDI/AAAAAAAAADE/N2FAU400vaI/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;and seafood fried rice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLguvCyzEI/AAAAAAAAADM/njTYwbUQAOA/s1600-h/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103388421270981698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLguvCyzEI/AAAAAAAAADM/njTYwbUQAOA/s320/Nig+%26+Krys+(Fireworks+18-08-07)+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday, 20th august 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent had a good nights' sleep since saturday. maybe i did or said something wrong during the company's 5th day of the 7th month prayer/offerings which was during work on friday.i dont usually sleep so lightly and wake up so often in the night. i was drifting in and out of sleep the whole of friday night/saturday morning. woke up first at 4.30am then every subsequent hour or 2 after that. it was the same thing on sunday morning and monday morning just not at the same specific time. i would have been freaked out if it was at the exact same time.&lt;br /&gt;having rather creepy dreams as well...not of the paranormal but more of a sinister nature.one that i remember more vividly is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i happened to be in an apartment with a woman and 2 kids. i dont know how i was related to her, but she was ushering her kids to sleep in a secure room. the place, which i assume was hers, was in a huge mess. the windows were smashed and the floor was covered with trash and strewn clothes. i guess i wasnt supposed to be there, coz i went to hide behind a door when a person came barging through the front door. the man began to abuse and violate the woman. although i was hiding behind a door, it was more like a screen that i could see through. the most curious thing was that the man seem to know i was there. here comes the complicated part. i knew i was dreaming. i knew i wasn't actually at the scene. but i felt that man's stare through the door. it was as if our eyes were locked on each other. i felt the words he spat at me even though i didnt understand them. i just remained crouched behind the door and stared back in fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum reckons it is because it is the 7th month, thus such occurances. she advises that i should be more careful while i'm out and not to stay out late. a friend i told the story to said that i probably have an issue that is bothering me subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;although i don't feel particularly tired or lethargic due to the lack of sleep, the waking up at night and light sleep kinda creeps me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-6289801653605237870?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6289801653605237870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6289801653605237870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6289801653605237870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6289801653605237870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-14th-august-2007-met-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RtLlsvCyzFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YdHu-IE7GOE/s72-c/CIMG1638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-4271657623836185798</id><published>2007-08-20T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:04:28.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the longest time, the first thing i say when i wake up on weekday mornings is &lt;em&gt;"damn, i hate work."&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"dammit, work sucks."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only redeeming factor at work are these guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RsllpvCyy3I/AAAAAAAAABk/5zJuLzIyTJ4/s1600-h/IMAGE_155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100719820651023218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RsllpvCyy3I/AAAAAAAAABk/5zJuLzIyTJ4/s320/IMAGE_155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rsll8PCyy4I/AAAAAAAAABs/C_g7N4UtI6c/s1600-h/IMAGE_147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100720138478603138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rsll8PCyy4I/AAAAAAAAABs/C_g7N4UtI6c/s320/IMAGE_147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RslmHfCyy5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dkeGnVY_nyY/s1600-h/IMAGE_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100720331752131474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RslmHfCyy5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dkeGnVY_nyY/s320/IMAGE_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the brown kitten is extremely affectionate. he's extremely vocal about getting attention too. mews non-stop until someone comes over to scratch his head, pick him up or feed him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RslmPvCyy6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qu2y0LMfisA/s1600-h/IMAGE_145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100720473486052258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RslmPvCyy6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qu2y0LMfisA/s320/IMAGE_145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they never fail to brighten up my day. they are strays, so they come and go as they like. the brown kitten stays around most of the time, while the more docile black cat has not been seen for a couple of weeks. probably made a home at another factory/warehouse in the area.&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4271657623836185798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4271657623836185798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-longest-time-first-thing-i-say-when.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RsllpvCyy3I/AAAAAAAAABk/5zJuLzIyTJ4/s72-c/IMAGE_155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5037700604936180281</id><published>2007-08-20T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:27:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh!&lt;br /&gt;i read a funny joke while walking along clark quay on friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why men can't trust women?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ans: coz women can bleed for 5 days and survive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i couldnt stop laughing abt it. maybe i was high on black pig. more on the black pig in the next post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out more jokes at some restaurant/pub along the stretch where hot stones and hooters are. this led display of jokes above a window or door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5037700604936180281?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5037700604936180281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5037700604936180281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5037700604936180281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5037700604936180281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-i-read-funny-joke-while-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-4682177132592190034</id><published>2007-08-16T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:49:32.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read a post by &lt;a href="http://www.finickyfeline.net/?p=1113"&gt;finicky feline&lt;/a&gt; a week ago. somehow it made me think a lil. it felt like i was in the same predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"It’s funny how I know I care for you a lot and I’m aware of the extent of which I’ve grown attached to you, but I know I don’t love you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but she was referring to her search for Mr Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i don't know what love is. maybe i've been over-demanding while you had no demands of me. maybe i've got these insecurity issues which you've neglected from time to time with your endless search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just Ms Right Now.. and not Ms Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when will i taste pure happiness? happiness that's not tainted with pretense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-4682177132592190034?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/4682177132592190034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=4682177132592190034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4682177132592190034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4682177132592190034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-read-post-by-finicky-feline-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6309380666982600197</id><published>2007-08-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:45:15.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with a babe on wednesday, 1 august 2007. but i've procrastinated til today to finally post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually i spent the time digging thru photo albums. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a babe i havent seen nor contacted in the longest time. at least 4years i presume. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw her was at my 17th birthday party. it was held at the swimming pool area of the condo i stay at. she came fashionably late, clutching a delicate yellow rose which was NOT for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is this babe, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;she is....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has morphed into this babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at orange lantern. her recommendation. vietnamese cuisine, a change from the norm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was average but the company was great! she's everything i remember her to be. chatty, hilarious, huge appetite yet still skinny. *envies* oh and shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/MandyKrys027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was truly wonderful meeting up with her. her boy is in army, so more opportunity to meet up with this babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so mandyy...we shall have to meet up again soon...i'm craving for my zinger burger ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-6309380666982600197?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6309380666982600197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6309380666982600197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6309380666982600197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6309380666982600197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/met-up-with-babe-wednesday-1-august.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5680430307430821520</id><published>2007-08-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:03:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RrP9cYehqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/eGTIGfgDAOY/s1600-h/chevron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694267534813298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RrP9cYehqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/eGTIGfgDAOY/s320/chevron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3.30am coz i was having a disturbing &lt;s&gt;dream&lt;/s&gt; nightmare. i cant remember where i was, but there were loads of spiders slightly larger than the size of a hand crawling about.. the size of tarantulas but it wasnt that species. at least they didnt look like it. and i was busy swatting them with a thick folded slab of newspapers. it felt like those arcade games..you gotta whack the pest a few times before it disappears/dies. just that it was very real. after a while in my dream, i kinda started imagining 'what if i come across a pregnant spider and i whack it and all the babies start &lt;s&gt;flying&lt;/s&gt; crawling out?!' like eewwww.. or 'if i spray bygon or some insecticide on the pregnant spider, and it dies but the baby spiders feed on the mother's flesh and grow an immunity to the insecticide, wont i have a problem killing it in future?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. grossed out. &lt;em&gt;i hate spiders. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i have such weird dreams recently?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5680430307430821520?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5680430307430821520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5680430307430821520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5680430307430821520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5680430307430821520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/woke-up-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RrP9cYehqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/eGTIGfgDAOY/s72-c/chevron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1798006675029535042</id><published>2007-08-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:29:15.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i'm gonna sound like a huge swaku.. but...)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUREKA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just discovered microsoft image composer! it can be used to edit photos! omg. and all this time it's been in my laptop. *slaps forehead* i suppose photoshop would have better effects and a more userfriendly interface though i've not used it before. but this works fine for simple minor edits. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-back to editing~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1798006675029535042?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1798006675029535042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1798006675029535042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1798006675029535042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1798006675029535042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-sound-like-huge-swaku.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5728579801446786890</id><published>2007-08-02T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:52:52.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bangkok trip photos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt feel excited that i was going bangkok. but the few nights before leaving, i wasnt able to sleep well. maybe i was subconsciously excited...i dont know. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, the plan was that nigel, his sis-in-law sylvia and me were to go to bangkok on thursday 26th july, then have nigel's bro and bro's friend join us on friday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, sylvia pulled a stunt on us. she called 20hours before the flight to add her friend, kitty, to the group. frantic arrangements were made to include her on the flight and hotel accomodation. lucky for her the flight wasnt full yet, or the hotel overbooked. not so lucky for the rest of us who had to endure her bimbotic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday, 26th july 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrival in Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok, Thailand, at 10.30am(bangkok time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty is a chinese national with singapore pr. apparently, she requires a visa, but the queue was super long. we had to wait 1hr for her to clear immigration. coz of that, the airport transfer to the hotel left to pick up another group to bring to the airport. so we had to wait another hour for the transfer to return. wasted 2hrs just like that. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while waiting for the airport transfer..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip016-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at long last, we reached the hotel around 1pm. after checking in, we went up to our respective rooms. i was super awe struck at the bigass room. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been a bigass suite if it was singapore, with the large and separate living, sleeping, and bathroom areas. loved it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;view from the 35 floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a hurried buffet lunch at the hotel, we went to siam square to get our hair and nails done. nigel was the unfortunate victim coz he practically wasted 1day waiting and not doing any shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i got hair extensions finally! for only 1200baht. wahaha. didnt expect to pay so much, but for the sake of having long hair for the first time in my life. it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting our hair done~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was on to our nails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting our nails done;P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the manicurist was done with my hands, she disappeared under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to blow her nose and i thought maybe get ready to do my toes. but..she never did come up again. this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just sat on the floor while doing my pedicure. omg. it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia had a 3D nail design on her nails. it took a whooping 1.5hrs. all hand drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we were done, it was getting late, so we crossed over to mbk to walk around abit. we had the steamboat at MK restaurant, which was affordable yet not too bad. kitty started complaining about being tired, so we headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;since it was still rather early, around 10ish, we left kitty in the hotel while the rest of us walked at the pratunam market just outside the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing my hair that night was pure torture to my scalp and my patience. pain like hell. spent half an hour blowdrying my hair. so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 27th july 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we began our day quite late. around 11ish. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;having to constantly wait for some people..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting, nigel and i went to explore the hotel. Baiyoke Sky being the Tallest building in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my office needs this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practising our tuk tuk bargaining skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..eh, to baiyoke sky, how much. 50baht? no?? how much, how much??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..so heavvyyyy.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at the view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view from the 77th floor(where buffet meals are served)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the special glass elevator from 1st floor straight to the 77th floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nigel thinking he can fly thru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed up to the ulu revolving roof deck. apparently there's an entry fee during the night. since it was in the morning, the roof was revolving and there wasnt anybody around, we took a walk around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view from the non-revolving roof deck.it kinda looks like we are caged.. but waddaheck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited the four faced buddha temple to get some blessing. from my last visit in a tour group, i vaguely remember the tour guide saying that you were supposed to walk in one direction and place 3 joss stick and a flower offering at each face. also, each face has a certain significance. like one is for you to pray for wealth, health,etc. but i couldnt remember which face is for what. so blind follow blind. i just prayed for health and happiness at each face. just to be safe. either one should be correct right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the four-faced buddha temple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to shopping at siam square. we walked the entire way to siam square from the four faced buddha. havent even start shopping and my legs were aching. no photos to show for the time spent shopping. rather uneventful shopping at siam central, til we arrived in mbk. coz the group split into 2. sylvia and kitty went off, and nigel and i went to the third floor area of mbk to look for his soccer jerseys that my bro raved about. close to 3hours later, he got his grade A fake barcelona and 07/08 man u jerseys and 3 dvds, while i got 2 pairs of jeans, 1 denim pedal pusher and one dress. wahaha. his bro and friend arrived, so we met up with them in mbk. got quite lost navigating the techie level. every other shop looks like the one we just walked past. a few expensive phone calls later, we found them in a small corner of a tiny shop. we had dinner at sukishi charcoal grill in mbk then walked over to this massage parlour beside novotel hotel. the traditional thai massage i received wasnt what i had expected. i expected it to be more painful and uncomfortable. but it was so relaxing and ticklish. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the group has increased to 6, we squashed into ONE cab to go to patpong night market. the infamous agogo strip bars and the brazen soliciting within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the cab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel and i headed back to the hotel shortly after, while the other 4 explored the night life at rca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 28th july 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was spent at chatuchak weekend market. it was super hot and humid when we arrived, then it rained damn heavily. but there wasnt much to shop. didnt see anything nice. another day without photos. hahaha.. lazy. after chatuchak, we went to pratunam and platinum malls to have a look-see. nothing much there either. super run down. walked back to the strip of massage parlours beside novotel hotel, and checked in for a foot massage+head&amp;amp;shoulder massage for 1.5hr for only 400baht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at coca suki restaurant was super expensive in bangkok terms. omg. 4000+ baht for 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited suan lum night market next. so many queer yet interesting stuff on sale there. mostly furniture or decorative items. saw a really funky wall clock that you can scribble and adjust multiple timezones on just one clock. not so funky at 3500baht. but i didnt want to spend. dunno why. no mood. but seeing all the pet puppies of at different shops did put a faint smile on my face. the puppies all so guai, they won't run out of the shop, and mind you, some of the shops are open concept. without a frontal glass or barricades to keep the dogs in. i wanted to bring them home lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 29th july 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out of the hotel before doing last minute shopping at mbk yet again. this time, nigel and i explored the whole shopping mall from one end to the other, from bottom to top. haha. managed to get some sale items, foodstuffs and dunkin' donuts! brought a huge box of donuts home. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to leave bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy to go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/BangkokTrip150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minor hiccup at the airport tho, and an advice to all. if you are buying durian kueh(the long tube of sticky durian kueh), DON'T HAND CARRY IT. dump it in your luggage and check it in. COZZZZ, we handcarried all the foodstuff and the durian kueh got taken out and thrown away. dammit. abt 300baht into the trash. apparently the durian kueh is classified as a 'GEL', thus exceeds the 100ml restrictions. so either eat now or throw away. i bet those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thai officers would have picked the durian kueh out of the trash when we walked off, coz the durian kueh was in a pack of 4 tubes. easily retrievable. dammit. we should have opened the packaging and squeezed out the contents into the bin. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*mumblegrumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that sums up the bangkok trip. nothing fantastic. it could've been better. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itching for the next trip. truly been bitten by the travel bug. &lt;em&gt;ouch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5728579801446786890?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5728579801446786890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5728579801446786890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5728579801446786890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5728579801446786890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/08/bangkok-trip-photos-i-didnt-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/bangkok/th_BangkokTrip010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6409536280695134225</id><published>2007-07-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:23:34.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog about it though. didnt get much shopping time thanks to the bimbo that the nigel's sis-in-law brought along. she was so annoying. to me, the trip was quite bad coz i was quite frustrated with the rubber timing and the need to accomodate so many people with so different interests. didnt get much shopping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates and pictures to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~in the midst of editing pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-6409536280695134225?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6409536280695134225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6409536280695134225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6409536280695134225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6409536280695134225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-from-bangkok-nothing-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1318847449290114367</id><published>2007-07-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:07:21.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a tiny entry before i head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endured 3 days of boring work and i'm 8hrs away before i board the thai airline flight to bangkok. whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are sibei sian with work or school, and have access to the internet, do check out &lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/"&gt;sibeisian&lt;/a&gt;. his entries are super entertaining and hilarious. i spent all of the hours at work today reading his entries right from its beginning. i hope none of my colleagues caught me giggling quietly to myself while staring at the screen. it would make me look psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to meet up with some friends that i've lost contact with or have not seen in a while. i have a rigid schedule due to being in the workforce. means i'm only free to meet up after working hours, and it doesnt help that i work alternate saturdays as well. so it gets a bit difficult to arrange meetups. glad that &lt;s&gt;a few&lt;/s&gt; one or two have popped up recently and contacted me. it's good to be remembered once in a while, rather than being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so.. mandyy.. i'd meet up with you when i get back! how abt kfc for old times' sake? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just kidding~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1318847449290114367?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1318847449290114367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1318847449290114367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1318847449290114367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1318847449290114367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/tiny-entry-before-i-head-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1594757235372787222</id><published>2007-07-23T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:58:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short lil update. another weekend has passed. the dreaded work week has begun yet again. weekends are never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 July, 2007 - Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with a few cousins at pepperlunch. the first of many future gatherings i hope. it's quite difficult to gather the cousins during one outing coz two are working in australia.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun meeting up with them. chatting, catching up, reminisce on childhood times, and a 'interrogation' session to dig out certain secrets. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sherwin, colin, meredith, me, my bro (missing: kenneth and my eldest bro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/IMG_3404-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bitten by the travel bug... bangkok trip in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when will i get to go taiwan and japan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1594757235372787222?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1594757235372787222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1594757235372787222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1594757235372787222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1594757235372787222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-lil-update.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-8771393146459860331</id><published>2007-07-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:09:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed yet another blogskin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how bored and free i am at work.&lt;br /&gt;well, partly coz the lab's aircon rattled to a halt on monday. The aircon unit was taken out on wednesday and will probably be repaired in a week or two. the lab is a hot and stuffy confined area without the aircon. so i've managed to avoid the lab at all costs: reducing time spent in the lab, staying in office and using the net, sitting infront of the fan at the store area while updating stock cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sick of editing the html actually. tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-8771393146459860331?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/8771393146459860331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=8771393146459860331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8771393146459860331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8771393146459860331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/changed-yet-another-blogskin-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6037091658615967715</id><published>2007-07-18T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:58:46.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time deciding on the skin. another black background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my initial choice was bright and cheerful, just that it didnt fit the pictures. so this is actually the 2nd best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day at work editing the skin. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd be changing skins more frequently. wanna try out all those nice skins i saw from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/magnette"&gt;magnette&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/slayerette"&gt;slayerette&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;countdown to bangkok trip.......... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8 days~&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/6342325724054889638-6037091658615967715?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6037091658615967715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6037091658615967715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6037091658615967715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6037091658615967715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6831377407131305199</id><published>2007-07-16T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:24:26.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored at work.&lt;br /&gt;sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to bangkok shopping madness....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-6831377407131305199?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6831377407131305199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6831377407131305199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6831377407131305199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6831377407131305199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5351112084454790409</id><published>2007-07-16T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:21:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>accurate analysis. &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldin.com/colorgenics.htm"&gt;click here to try.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying desperately to prove yourself. You are going at it hammer and tongs in order to get your own way. You oppose any sort of restriction or opposition to your own point of view in the belief that this could prove you how self determined you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very warm and emotional individual but unfortunately in the past too many people have taken advantage of this sensitive trait. You need aesthetic surroundings, or an equally sensitive and understanding partner with whom to share a warm understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel tired - worn out and listless. The last thing that you want to do is to be in an open conflict with those around you that are forever tormenting you. What to do? That's the rub. You are feeling that you are being choked - unable to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretending that the situation around you doesn't matter, but the effort of trying to conceal your emotions and anxieties is resulting in untold stress. The existing situation is disagreeable. You feel unwanted and lonely and you would really like to associate with someone whose ideals are as high as your own. You want to be above the standard of mediocrity and this need to be needed and that need to need has almost become an obsession. You are trying to magnify the need into a compelling urge. You would really like to tell the world how great you are but no, you are holding back because you feel that your peers may treat you with contempt. This is a great pity because you have in fact a unique quality of character, but the continual restraint that you impose on yourself makes you suppress this need for others and you pretend you don't really care. You treat those who criticise you with contempt. However, to be honest, beneath this assumption of indifference you really long for the approval and esteem of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for admiration and to be regarded as 'someone special' is perhaps one of the foremost aims in your life at this time. You would like to perhaps do something outrageous or anything that will give you the chance to be recognised as someone special. This desire has now almost become an obsession and in your own way you are trying to fulfil this 'complex' by ensuring you are the centre of attention, both at work or play, or in the home. Stop trying so hard and you will find that people will like you for who you are - not for who you are pretending to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5351112084454790409?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5351112084454790409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5351112084454790409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5351112084454790409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5351112084454790409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/accurate-analysis.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5990219269201389567</id><published>2007-07-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:56:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from hong kong!! touched down in changi airport at 11.40pm on sunday night, but went to sleep at 2am. since then, i havent had sufficient sleep thus been dragging my feet over updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th July, 2007 - Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel's parents gave me, nigel and his bro a lift to the airport at 5.30am. the flight was at 6.45am. but United Airline was a pain. they brought forward the flight by 10mins. and boarding 20mins before that. so technically, we were supposed to be on the plane by 6.20am. however, we didnt notice this at first, so we took our time in dfs getting cosmetics and whatnots. we settled the pre-order slips to collect the stuff when we get back (to siam gst), then walked over to the gate. then this buggy comes along and the driver asks ' hey, are you the 4 passengers heading to hongkong via UA? the gate is closing. they are going to throw your luggages off the plane if you dont hurry!'...&lt;br /&gt;so we rushed to get on the buggy, and he sped to the gate. as we went thru the security checks, there was this big hoo-ha about us being late and throwing our luggages out. the officers were radio-ing back and forth with the luggage control officers at the cargo area on the status of our luggages. well, in short, we almost missed our flight. but i dont know if it is coz we were late or what. but the plane taxi-ed out at the time that was stated and took off only at 7am. beep la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we got onto the flight albeit a few stares and uncomfortable treatment.&lt;br /&gt;and the eat-shop-eat routine began! first with burger king breakfast at changi airport and 2nd breakfast on the plane. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture diary below:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5hrs later, we arrived in Hong Kong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;arrival at hong kong international airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cosy lil' room for the next 3 nights. Mayfair Garden Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the tiny lil' bathroom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from the 10th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;we actually just had brunch, but hopped into this dessert eatery next door coz we didnt know it was raining til we walked out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;at the cosy lil dessert eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still had space for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip020-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steam milk and egg white &amp;amp; mango with grass jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip023-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangyuan in ginger soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a passing shower. when our desserts came. the rain stopped-.- but we still finished everything. at least tried to. then it was time for shopping!! practically covered the shopping district in Mongok. but i didnt get to take any pictures. busy taking in the sights and window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we had snacks along the way. chilli fishballs and even smelly tou foo! the horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;smelly tou foo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo smelly. it was like i just drank sewage.&lt;br /&gt;we walked so much today, my legs were pleading me to stop. but i lugged them to Avenue of the Stars to watch the fireworks on Victoria Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;at the Avenue of the Stars. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip036-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to dinner along Nathan Rd, close to the Jordan MTR. i'm telling you this coz we didnt get the name of the restaurant, but it had the best stewed beef and rice served in bamboo. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok you cant really see that the beef is super good. but you just have to take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had beef congee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot cake again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ends the first day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th July, 2007 - Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set aside today to go to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;a sign we saw on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess you can smoke all you want here.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Hong Kong Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was overrun by this huge group of probably 300 china people from Sunrider. i think it's some health supplement mlm thingy. queues were crazy and long. pushy people who cut queues. roar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;a silly moment with Buzz Lightyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing a green monster hat coz i'm wearing green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel wearing the stitch hat with a wide grin. 'just like stitch!', he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piglet~ at the winnie the pooh ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain jack sparrow (hk version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the disney parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you weren't looking at the float, but looking at all those butts &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;group photo with the disney castle in the background.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got a mug engraved as a birthday gift for my dad. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;close-up of the engraved portion. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed for the fireworks before heading back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;disneyland was rather disappointing. there was only one rollercoaster. and it was indoor. the equivalent to Escape Theme Park's Panasonic. The rest of the rides were slightly boring and i didnt get to take any photos with the cartoon characters. the damn queue to take a picture with each of them was damn long. plus the china people are super thick skinned. they hog the cartoon characters and take all the pictures they want til they happy then leave. Even though each mascot has an escort to tell them its enough and give others a chance, they just ignore and continue. roarrr. so yup, i didnt get any picture, quite sad. i should have pulled capt jack to take a photo with me. so you can see how ridiculous he looks. but cute anyways. haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe Ocean Park would have been better. if only there was more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th July, 2007 - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day of shopping:P we went to the Wong Tai Sin temple early in the morning to get some blessings.then headed to Hong Kong Island to shop a little.&lt;br /&gt;didnt take much pictures coz the camera was on low batt. it didnt give any indication lor. suddenly low batt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;taking the MTR to the Wong Tai Sin Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;cool contraption found in the toilet at a restaurant in a shopping centre near the temple.&lt;br /&gt;a plastic sheet is pulled from left to right via an hand sensor. cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the only picture taken an Lan Kwai Fong. wanted to take a pic with the street name, but the camera died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;wanted to soak in the night life, but i was too tired and sianz coz we cant capture the moments. so i opted out. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th July, 2007 - Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in a lil. packed our bags so that we can check out early, leave our bags with the hotel storage and do last minute shopping:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;waving goodbye to the cosy lil room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to Times Square on Hong Kong Island. it was where we spent the most. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took Star Ferry back to Kowloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy taking pictures on the ferry. reliving 'charla and mirna' from the amazing race who took the Star Ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to the airport. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/dahlia_black/HongKongTrip298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. you can see my reluctance to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, the Hong Kong trip was really fun. My 21st birthday present from nigel. Holidaying with nig's bro and wife was really great. they took care of us and brought us around. we walked alot too, to everywhere that was walk-able. you'd think i would have lost some weight or toned up a bit. but NOOO.. with all the food we ate, the calories balance out. dammit. a typical day would be: heavy breakfast-morning snack-lunch-snack-tea time-dinner. hah, we were eating something every 2-3hrs la. but it was fun. i just feel bad for not finishing my meals. quite embarrassing, but really no space already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best shopping was said to be Mongkok, along Nathan Road and its little street markets. but i think the stuff there didnt suit me. or at least i didnt find anything that was worth the price. although Hong Kong Island is supposedly more atas, with its boutiques and mid to high range labels, i thought the shopping there was better. those mid to high range labels had really nice things which are around 10% cheaper than here in singapore, on top of that, it's the summer sales so add another 10-50% discount. but i still couldnt afford la. i was trying to make the money stretch. but in the end, scrimp too much, didnt buy much. hah. should have just shopped in Hong Kong Island all the way. haha.. i went a little crazy in Esprit. i wanted to buy alot alot of things, coz i had the esprit card and it can be used anywhere in asia. but i only bought 2 normal tops. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total shopping = 4 tops, 1 pair of sandals, 1 pair of Mickey ear rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed? yea... sorta. nigel bought more things than me.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sulks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok coz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to BANGKOK at the end of the month!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to the bangkok trip &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;13 days&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/6342325724054889638-5990219269201389567?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5990219269201389567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5990219269201389567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5990219269201389567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5990219269201389567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-from-hong-kong-touched-down-in.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-691191575547565783</id><published>2007-07-04T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:57:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm quite forgetful. i can't remember what i did during the recent weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, the panasonic lumix fx07 that i got nigel for his 21st has been sold. FINALLY~&lt;br /&gt;we've endured the lousy camera for long enough, and we've finally unloaded it to some guy at half the price we paid. although the pictures show the true colours, but it is so grainy. the pictures were not sharp compared to pictures taken by friends using their canon cameras. maybe we dont know how to fiddle with the camera settings and functions. maybe we were scammed into buying the lumix at a higher price coz we were 'carrot heads'. i dunno. all i know is that we should have been firm and bought the canon 850is like we had previously decided on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to get the canon 850is yesterday. the whole buying-a-camera is such a bad experience at sim lim. from hearing stories about being scammed with high prices, sales tactics to get you to buy an inferior gadget that actually costs less than it is quoted, or being detained and threatened by the hooligan-type sales men for 'cheating their ''feelings'' and wasting their time'...to experiencing it first hand. ok, i didnt get held back by those gangster-type salesmen, but the thought kept running through my mind, which made a simple decision really hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were really far-out quotes for the canon 850is.. one guy quoted $445! the highest was like $580 before 7%gst! the $445 price was super tempting, but it just didnt feel right. like there must be a catch, but i'm not willing to go find out. so for my peace of mind, nigel had to pay a little more to buy from the authorized dealer for canon, alan photo at funan. $590 inclusive of gst.&lt;br /&gt;from my point of view, we already made a mistake in buying the lumix and losing $300+, at least pay a lil more for the peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled the camera and changed money to hongkong dollars. &lt;em&gt;heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his luggage is packed. mine isnt. &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be on a plane outta singapore in exactly.........*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drumroll&lt;/span&gt;*.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;16 hours&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-691191575547565783?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/691191575547565783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=691191575547565783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/691191575547565783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/691191575547565783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-quite-forgetful.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-1217178808449688866</id><published>2007-06-26T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:56:53.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If You Don't Know Me By Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you don’t know me by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will never never never know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the things that we’ve been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You should understand me like I understand you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now girl I know the difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Between right and wrong I ain’t gonna do nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To break up our happy home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh don’t get so excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I come home a little late at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cos we only act like children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we argue fuss and fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you don’t know me by now (if you don’t know me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will never never never know me (no you won’t) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you don’t know me by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will never never never know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We’ve all got our own funny moods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ve got mine, woman you’ve got yours too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just trust in me like I trust in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As long as we’ve been together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It should be so easy to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just get yourself together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or we might as well say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What good is a love affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you can’t see eye to eye, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you don’t know me by now (if you don’t know me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will never never never know me (no you won’t) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you don’t know me by now (you will never never never know me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will never never never know me (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-1217178808449688866?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/1217178808449688866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=1217178808449688866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1217178808449688866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/1217178808449688866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-9016937041403574317</id><published>2007-06-19T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:55:56.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thinking of getting a new phone. possibly. in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently, there's two phones that have caught my eye. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.......which is prettier??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077659260535792498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rnd4MeK1Y3I/AAAAAAAAABM/EpVhPkFiqXQ/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bored at work.  i've spent loads of moolah shopping online while at work. so much for GSS &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the parental unit has left town. flew to spain on saturday, and will be holidaying til the 27th. thinking of organizing a mahjong game, but have to think of the consequences. the cleaning and tidying up after. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. puts me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want my hoilday too. the time is passing too slowly. it is only the 19th..can't hardly wait til i fly off to hongkong.  shopping heaven! dim sum galore! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whee! 16more days......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so how? which phone..??&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/6342325724054889638-9016937041403574317?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/9016937041403574317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=9016937041403574317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/9016937041403574317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/9016937041403574317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/06/thinking-of-getting-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rnd4MeK1Y3I/AAAAAAAAABM/EpVhPkFiqXQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-5067893407132049083</id><published>2007-06-16T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:47:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my first attempt at using a blogskin. major headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the time at work meddling with the blogskin code. i guess it looks pretty decent. trying to understand and meddle with the code was the most horrible experience. i used to be mentally flexible in absorbing and learning new technology, ie: games, software, certain programs etc, but i've never been able to fully comprehend html and javascripts. even in IT class in school when we had to create a webpage as a group, i did the layout on paper and my friend created it. my brain has become lazy. i don't even know how to navigate through the latest models of handphones. i feel like such a dud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the lack of interest, so i don't bother to go figure out things. i guess those curiosity sensors in my brain are lazy and rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ok, must give myself some credit. at least now i know a few basic commands or how to manipulate the codes. good enough. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note: fathers' day and bro's birthday lunch later. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;june 13, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. a colleague struck 1st prize in 4D. treat the company to KFC. a whooping $270 bill. there was sooo much chicken! chicken pieces, popcorn chicken, whipped potato, coleslaw. only complaint: original chicken, not crispy. &lt;em&gt;dammit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i pigged out anyway. 3pieces of chicken, 1 medium whipped potato, half a regular box of popcorn chicken. i ate like there was no tomorrow la. but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;newsflash: tomorrow's lunch is Boss' treat - Pizza hut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. more free food! who says there's no free lunch?! i have TWO this week! wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;grins like a little girl&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pizzas for lunch. it was cold but still yummy. just that there was only 2 hawaiian large pizzas and 1 regular supreme chicken pizza. not much choice, but it's free. Stuffed myself with pizzas, and was reminded of how much i actually dislike pizza hut. the crust is just too thick for my liking. i prefer the thin crispy crust with fresh ingredients. only a few places do it well. some thin crusts end up soggy and sloppy instead of crispy. total horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much to eat that i could have gone without dinner for the past two days if not for the bf. accompanied him and had dinner anyway. sigh... i seriously need to start exercising. it's getting more disturbing to be able to pinch a growing amount of fats around the waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental note to self: start running/swimming pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking off coz i keep telling myself: ok..i wanna learn to wakeboard. it works most muscle groups, mainly toning the thighs and buttocks. full body workout while enjoying the activity. wow. but... i can't find people to share the rental cost of the boat and instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i know...excuses. hah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-5067893407132049083?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/5067893407132049083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=5067893407132049083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5067893407132049083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/5067893407132049083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-my-first-attempt-at-using.html' title=''/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-8022161297633261290</id><published>2007-06-11T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:07:06.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going on holiday!!</title><content type='html'>yay! finally! after months of hints, disappointments, excitement, tantrums and petty squabbles... the flight to hongkong has been booked!! yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been fantasizing abt going to hongkong in my waking moments at work (&lt;em&gt;heh!&lt;/em&gt;), to the extent of drawing up a budget, surfing online for hotspots and flight+hotel deals, and even a schedule mock-up! wahaha.. much to the dismay of my bf.. he usually has two reactions to my craziness... fuel it or throw buckets of cold water. in fuel it: he'd be really enthusiatic about the whole issue and assure me that it'd happen. in buckets of cold water: he'd tell me that he's stressed financially and things are not going the way he wants it..or i'm being too demanding and need to cool down while he manages his finances..or he needs to get confirmation from his brother and sis in law...yadayada... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes!! finally~~~~ it's been booked! i'd be in holiday bliss from 5th july to 8th july! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd go disneyland...maybe i won't..have to see if everyone wants to go..nig insists on going there with his bro and sis in law coz they are familiar with the place and can speak the dialect.. sigh. it would have been more adventurous and exciting if we went ourselves..but argh. it'd be like tagging along with them. awkward. oh heck.. i'm finally going and i should be happy abt it and deal with those issues when we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-8022161297633261290?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/8022161297633261290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=8022161297633261290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8022161297633261290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8022161297633261290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-going-on-holiday.html' title='i&apos;m going on holiday!!'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-6454649098324896595</id><published>2007-06-01T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:25:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lurve burger rush~</title><content type='html'>i got addicted to playing those trial games on yahoo! games. downloaded those trials, played 60mins, curse that it's such a short time, then uninstalled them immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i chanced upon &lt;a href="http://get.games.yahoo.com/proddesc?gamekey=burgerrush"&gt;Burger Rush&lt;/a&gt; last weekend. played it, and got addicted. that was when i realised, after the 60min trial, that there's a 5min extended trial period each time u reopen the game! i know.. a bit swahku right?? well since then, i've been keeping myself busy trying to complete each level within 5mins. hah..it was tough and was madness. clicked away on the mouse til my arm cramped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl_XwoKUz_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cKjHmIFE0aM/s1600-h/burgerrush_screenshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl_XwoKUz_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cKjHmIFE0aM/s320/burgerrush_screenshot2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071008935856885746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the game is like Bejeweled but with a twist. you fix burger orders together by matching 3 or more of the same ingredient. it's super addictive laaa, such that i bought it last night. yes, i paid for the online game. USD19.99 = SGD$32.84 according to the uob statement. omg. why the bank charge me such a high exchange rate?! dammit. &lt;br /&gt;the bf is hooked too. and i found a way for him to have the complete game on his com as well. &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i must admit that the thrill, adrenalin and frustration from completing the level in 5mins was the main draw and now that it's gone, the game's appeal has declined slightly. but i will still play it! i promise. i have to. i paid $32 freaking bucks for it. but at least i will always have this game even though i dont have the cd to reinstall, i have the online license that works the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurveee burger rush. i lurve it to bits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burgers anyone?? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-6454649098324896595?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/6454649098324896595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=6454649098324896595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6454649098324896595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/6454649098324896595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-lurve-burger-rush.html' title='i lurve burger rush~'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl_XwoKUz_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cKjHmIFE0aM/s72-c/burgerrush_screenshot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3083633890506723811</id><published>2007-05-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:41:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored stiff.</title><content type='html'>well well well.. i havent updated for almost a month. heh. seems like blogging is just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing of much significance has happened lately. ok.. there was the repair of the reboiler cable which was nothing fancy. then there was serene's birthday party, in which i do not have any photos to show for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 17, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cable was finally fixed today. my partner and i bugged the technical personnel to get it fixed, but he dragged til our water container was almost dry and we were begging him. so yea..it was fixed in a matter of minutes. blardy hell. but it looked quite simple to replace. but i don't have the photos of the step by step process to show how simple it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the finished product.. duct taped the wires separately...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl2L3TJeK1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WOkmpPXgJ8M/s1600-h/IMAGE_141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl2L3TJeK1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WOkmpPXgJ8M/s320/IMAGE_141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362537638112082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the burnt thru wire that was cut off..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl2MRDJeK2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ygW-KbewiU/s1600-h/IMAGE_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl2MRDJeK2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ygW-KbewiU/s320/IMAGE_138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362980019743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photos are quite lousy.. simply taken with the phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update again once i get the photos for serene's party. i'm sure there's loads of photos. *&lt;em&gt;sniggers&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3083633890506723811?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3083633890506723811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3083633890506723811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3083633890506723811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3083633890506723811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored-stiff.html' title='bored stiff.'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/Rl2L3TJeK1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WOkmpPXgJ8M/s72-c/IMAGE_141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-8731901329414651680</id><published>2007-05-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:57:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna be closer, closer, lean on me now, lean on me now..</title><content type='html'>i kinda have two songs stuck in my head right now. they are 'it ends tonight' by the all american rejects, and 'closer' by travis. quite catchy tunes, and it beats the other stupid song 'lips of an angel' by hinder?... i mean like what kind of song goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so scandalous....i hate it... and i hate the fact that for a period of time it was playing once every hour on the radio. how can people love that song?!and request for it all day long?! it's just wrong. and damn it for being so catchy. i bet if it wasnt so catchy and people actually went to listen to the words, they wouldnt like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that the lab has a radio. at least it makes the lab live-able. i went for a job interview at a recruitment agency the other day. it was so quiet, no music, no noise. All you hear is the phone ring, typing and the whirling sounds from the computers. no one dares to speak loudly. even my interviewer was explaining the job and asking me stuff in whispers. i had to lean forward to hear her properly. ah wellz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a look at my drab lab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCdToFnp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2d1XuU3xqCo/s1600-h/IMAGE_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCdToFnp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2d1XuU3xqCo/s320/IMAGE_117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062218941668501378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i took the picture from the end of the lab. yup, so that's how small the area is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCdsYFnp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2kjVL5lmvL8/s1600-h/IMAGE_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCdsYFnp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2kjVL5lmvL8/s320/IMAGE_118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062219366870263698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an incident yesterday that was quite scary. while i was folding filter papers, i saw sparks on the other side of where i was sitting, then a few sparks later, the wires caught fire. it was a small fire, but while i jumped out of my chair, a thousand scenarios ran thru my mind. &lt;em&gt;omg!!fire!! ; erm what to do what to do!? ; die..now the boiler cannot use anymore ; oh should i take a picture of the fire? ; lucky the fire is not so big ; oh crap must quickly put it out ; how how how how?! ; etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's the gist of it. all those thoughts ran thru while i scrambled over to turn off the switch leading to the boiler.&lt;br /&gt;the end result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCd5IFnp6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JwizQeuD3RM/s1600-h/IMAGE_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCd5IFnp6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JwizQeuD3RM/s320/IMAGE_111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062219585913595810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, the plug from the boiler that gives us the distilled water is too short to reach the socket. so it was solved by duck taping an extension wire. just got to get it replaced soon. sigh.. they'd probably say the same thing again 'dont worry, we are going to renovate the lab soon.'..&lt;br /&gt;yarrr right.. they said the same thing when i was hired and it has been a year. thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;the lab could have been burnt down, with a big explosion since there are hazardous chemicals and other reagents in the lab, if i wasnt in the lab at that time. bahzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched spider man 3 on 2nd may at vivo. visuals were fantastic. but i kinda agree with most of the critics, action scenes made all grand to balance the lengthy and boring emotional scenes, but rather uninteresting. the story didnt really have a smooth transition. the bf said spidey cried too much..quite gross.. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-8731901329414651680?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/8731901329414651680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=8731901329414651680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8731901329414651680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/8731901329414651680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-wanna-be-closer-closer-lean-on-me.html' title='just wanna be closer, closer, lean on me now, lean on me now..'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YXDmfwVtmNk/RkCdToFnp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2d1XuU3xqCo/s72-c/IMAGE_117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-4381259382225563638</id><published>2007-04-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:54:56.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend!</title><content type='html'>heh. this weekend was a real busy one compared to the previous weekends. it was so unlike most other weekends where time was spent lazing around either at his place or mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kicked off saturday with 3 hours of shoe shopping at jurong point! lol.. the gain? 1 pair of wedge heels and 3 pairs of peep-toe pumps! wahaha.. 3 pairs for mummy and 1 pair for me.. the damage?? around $115. all at charles and keith! i would've gone for U.R.s heels but they dont have an outlet at jurong point. pity. most of the time was spent choosing and helping mum with her selections. the bf resigned to a corner of the cushioned bench and played golf on his phone. he almost completed 18 holes..ha.. i tried real hard not to try the shoes in my size coz i didnt want to buy anything. but i caved in after my mum finally decided on her 3 pairs. it was almost like an impulse buy, but nvm.. i love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to the saf chalets in changi. i've never been there, so i was really surprised at the size of the chalets! they are super huge compared to those at pasir ris or east coast. it was really fun bonding with the bf's sis-in-law family over barbeque and mahjong. i stood around the pit trying to help about and pinch food from the grill..lol.. then the bf and i played mahjong with the sis-in-law's mum and godmum. the mum and godmum showed no mercy la~ kept going for ping-hu and zi mo 4 tai wins in the beginning round. it was during the second round that the bf and i could recoup a little. played with chips only and we didnt count the earnings, but i probably had the least number of chips left. coz i was feeding the mum alot..sobz.. but it was good fun, and i learnt some things along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at the bf's place, then spent sunday packing everything that hadnt already been packed. even though i dont stay at that house but i've stayed over a couple of times, i'm quite sad that i won't be going back after today. i forgot to take some pictures to keep in memory, so i hope i dont forget that place. i've gotten so comfortable in that house during the 2 years i've been with nigel, so familiar with its location and driving into the estate. if i feel like this for a house i've only been to in the day and stayed in a couple of nights..i cant imagine moving out of my own home that i've stayed in almost all my life! getting all emotional now, and kicking myself for not taking those pictures. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had taken leave for tomorrow. so that i can go be part of the moving process, and to bid a final farewell to the house. on the other hand, i may not be able to handle it. and i dont wish to tear infront of his family. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;goodbye burgundy hill, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-4381259382225563638?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/4381259382225563638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=4381259382225563638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4381259382225563638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4381259382225563638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend!'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-4968865299897635897</id><published>2007-04-28T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T03:14:13.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad rush..</title><content type='html'>it's finally the weekend! the 2days that i look forward to every week! well, except when i have to work on alternate saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i brought mum and dad, together with the bf, to wisma/taka today. i brought my parents out for a nice dinner at ding tai fung wisma, tho my dad paid the bill. but the main purpose was to drag my mum out to do some shoe shopping, coz she's in serious need for new shoes, and coz taka is having the shoe &amp;amp; bags fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the bf and my dad queued for the table, my mum and i went to shop in isetan. found 3 lovely tops for my mum in the span of 20mins. we rushed to pay for the items and left coz the poor guys were already seated and waiting with a table full of food! we went back to isetan after dinner. heh. the men stood in one corner, while we women shopped! :) at the end of the day, my mum was pretty happy with her stuff, though we weren't able to complete the initial plan to get shoes. oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed the fair.. it was too late even though we rushed over.. so much for midnight shopping on the last friday of the month.. rubbish.. *mumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;shoe shopping tmr instead! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.. i tried to experiment with some blogskins, but it seems blogger beta doesn't support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has this error:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your template could not be saved as it is not well-formed. Please make sure all XML elements are closed properly. XML error message: The element type "meta" must be terminated by the matching end-tag ''''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bahz.. forget it&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/6342325724054889638-4968865299897635897?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/4968865299897635897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=4968865299897635897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4968865299897635897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/4968865299897635897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/04/mad-rush.html' title='mad rush..'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3557864438245154338</id><published>2007-04-25T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:32:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants and want nots..</title><content type='html'>well, work has been getting more boring each day. it's been a year..and it is just getting worse. i salvaged a stack of archie comics from the bf's place last weekend, and i'm ploughing through them at work. work is so bad that i could come up with the thought of rationing the comics! max 2 a day, one for the morning, one in the afternoon. on top of that i've got the life! and classified section of the straits times to read too. why only the life and classified section? coz my family orders two sets of newspapers. One set left at home. my bro takes the main paper of the other set to read on the train while getting to work, while i take the stuff he doesn't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my lab partner (yes, it's just two of us in the lab) had a crazy time today. we decided to prepare some test solutions for standby purposes. we had been running on the reserves the previous pair of lab techs prepared. for a particular solution, we had to mix ammonia solution with ammonium chloride and edta. the lab is not equipped with a suction vent, so we compromised! i opened the lab door to enable circulation of air, angled the window unit aircon to blast the air out the door, and we put on masks and gloves before beginning. the pungent ammonia was so strong, we ran out of the lab a couple of times just to breathe in fresh air. ha.. well, if you are a health official/work place safety officer, you'd probably be alarmed by this. but oh well. a day in the miserable life of a lab tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about a number of things i want to do. i want to have a picnic, i want to go prawn fishing, and i want to go swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picnic with food made by me! i want to make all the little sandwiches, using different breads, filled with tuna, egg mayo, ham &amp; cheese, sardines. i want to poke those cute cocktail sausage on sticks with pineapple chunks. i want to bake muffins or cupcakes. i want to prepare a nice potato or pasta salad and get the fabulous coleslaw recipe from the bf's mum. top everything off with a nice cool cider or juice or a warm tea/coffee. ahhh.. that's the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prawning seems like a fun thing alot of people are raving about. i wanna check out what all the fuss is about. besides.. i love eating prawns! the best prawns i've had outside the family radius, is at no signboard. the drunken prawns are damn good. the server brings a box of live prawns and drowns them in rice wine. he gives the box a firm shake or two then dumps the live prawns into a steamboat of herbal soup. feast for the eyes and the tummy. craving for it now. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! my parents are allowing me to go to hong kong with the bf in july! haha! i'm soo excited! all that shopping~~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3557864438245154338?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3557864438245154338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3557864438245154338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3557864438245154338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3557864438245154338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/04/wants-and-want-nots.html' title='wants and want nots..'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3377759312686948526</id><published>2007-04-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:55:26.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equanimity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what is it you have lost that you are grieving for? what had you brought into this world that you have lost? whatever you gained, you gained from this world. whatever you lost, you lost to this world. what belongs to you today, belonged to someone else yesterday and will belong to someone else tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From the Bhagavad Gita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the above passage from the calendar on my table. it got me thinking, especially the part: &lt;em&gt;what belongs to you today, belonged to someone else yesterday and will belong to someone else tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equanimity. the steadiness of mind under stress. a quality i do not possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been helping the bf sort and pack things in his room. he's moving house at the end of the month but he's currently having exams, so i have been helping him get started with the packing. today, i was reading some of his 'love notes/letters' from his secondary and jc sch days while arranging them neatly into a box for safekeeping. of course i was reading them with his permission. well at least i think so.. he kinda said ok and joined me for a short while before he hit the books. i guess i got a lil jealous reading the stuff, i mean like.. soooo many letters from various girls! ex gf..crush..close friends..hoardes of acquaintances. i know...it's my own fault for being nosey. i probably read 60% of the letters, before getting really affected and stopped reading. now i feel like i don't know the bf as much as i thought i did. and i've been giving the poor guy much worries coz i haven't spoken to him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to let go of these issues. but it's really difficult to just ignore it. it's even harder to accept that he belonged to someone else yesterday, though he may be mine today, he could be someone else's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3377759312686948526?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3377759312686948526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3377759312686948526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3377759312686948526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3377759312686948526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/04/equanimity.html' title='equanimity'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342325724054889638.post-3357652115115533528</id><published>2007-04-22T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T02:25:13.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've finally stepped onto the blogging bandwagon. yes, i know, i'm real slow. it has probably been 10yrs since keeping a diary/journal online started. i guess i finally want to give this a shot. so this would be the experimental stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, hello world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342325724054889638-3357652115115533528?l=fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/3357652115115533528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6342325724054889638&amp;postID=3357652115115533528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3357652115115533528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342325724054889638/posts/default/3357652115115533528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadeintooblivion.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-world.html' title='hello world!'/><author><name>krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12801597027166235255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
