<?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-7572889360473483462</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:14:50.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6909278878920063740</id><published>2012-02-09T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:38:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://purplystory.blogspot.com/"&gt;purplystory.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6909278878920063740?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6909278878920063740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6909278878920063740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6909278878920063740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6909278878920063740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-beginning.html' title='The new beginning'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-6334025407481207341</id><published>2011-12-14T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:23:20.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty-hearted</title><content type='html'>In some situations, things are difficult to be expressed through words. I had some sleepless night thinking of the same thing over and over. This issue keeps repeating in my mind. I need to get it over with. I won't compromise this time. My decision is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: I am solemnly sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6334025407481207341?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6334025407481207341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6334025407481207341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6334025407481207341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6334025407481207341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-some-situations-things-are-difficult.html' title='Empty-hearted'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3406683227491315245</id><published>2011-11-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:09:54.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>I wish things could go back to what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;p/s: moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3406683227491315245?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3406683227491315245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3406683227491315245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3406683227491315245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3406683227491315245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3754579920258399703</id><published>2011-11-21T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:51:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend told me, if people start to envy you, means that you are successful in your work field. They are envy of your talent and your ability which they do not possess themselves. How true is that, I really have no idea. Conflict happens between people. I am not good in dealing with these kind of conflicts. How many people can stick to their own opinion, listen to their own heart and follow their own desire in every circumstances without&amp;nbsp;influence by others? I can't. It's very difficult for me to make a choice for I am definitely not a good decision maker. I really don't like the working environment here now. Things and people are different from the time when I first join the company. Somehow, I can feel that some incident occurs because of me. If I didn't join the company then, people here may be happier than they are now. My existence seems to become a threat for some people in the organization. I tried to avoid this kind of thinking but everything happens for a reason and so to speak, 'I' am the reason behind. I am pretty sure that it's about time for me to change a new working environment. Almost every discontented event occurs because of me indirectly. I choose to leave this organization for good. I choose to leave is not because of anyone. I did it because I think it's time to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7skyiexJIY/Tsm7OP5pDQI/AAAAAAAAAy0/kLYZT1p_BDg/s1600/773427w34lc9wivu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="34" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7skyiexJIY/Tsm7OP5pDQI/AAAAAAAAAy0/kLYZT1p_BDg/s320/773427w34lc9wivu.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;p/s: discovering the different me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3754579920258399703?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3754579920258399703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3754579920258399703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3754579920258399703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3754579920258399703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-blue.html' title='Monday Blue'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7skyiexJIY/Tsm7OP5pDQI/AAAAAAAAAy0/kLYZT1p_BDg/s72-c/773427w34lc9wivu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4387938273539973987</id><published>2011-11-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:13:19.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ1ZV-89vQA/TsDM7PcaphI/AAAAAAAAAys/8PpP4JtMS9o/s1600/141120111220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ1ZV-89vQA/TsDM7PcaphI/AAAAAAAAAys/8PpP4JtMS9o/s320/141120111220.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I please have a break tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: no pain no gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4387938273539973987?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4387938273539973987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4387938273539973987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4387938273539973987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4387938273539973987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-break.html' title='I want a break'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ1ZV-89vQA/TsDM7PcaphI/AAAAAAAAAys/8PpP4JtMS9o/s72-c/141120111220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3977911021795237452</id><published>2011-11-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:36:56.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.11.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUKrC8pcBio/Tr_VGoOqgcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QULhdmU0lRk/s1600/rr.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUKrC8pcBio/Tr_VGoOqgcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QULhdmU0lRk/s400/rr.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this from a page in facebook and think this quote is a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;console for those who is still waiting for the right one to pick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on to his/ her ride to eternity ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_LgERAOmr4/Tr_V1O8BVNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tdvIQ3LB2vA/s1600/229241rekq4jb5gy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="40" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_LgERAOmr4/Tr_V1O8BVNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tdvIQ3LB2vA/s320/229241rekq4jb5gy.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: It's actually a great comfort for myself &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3977911021795237452?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3977911021795237452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3977911021795237452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3977911021795237452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3977911021795237452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/13112011.html' title='13.11.2011'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-IUKrC8pcBio/Tr_VGoOqgcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QULhdmU0lRk/s72-c/rr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-40700350035299234</id><published>2011-11-08T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:37:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun having Her around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSTdhWens-o/TriWKnkWzyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Y2Ju0OXVNn8/s1600/051120111205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSTdhWens-o/TriWKnkWzyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Y2Ju0OXVNn8/s320/051120111205.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an 'art piece' created by my mother and I in a wedding reception of my cousin. We are just too boring. It's fun having her around. I love her and miss her heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: I love you, Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-40700350035299234?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/40700350035299234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=40700350035299234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/40700350035299234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/40700350035299234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-having-her-around.html' title='Fun having Her around'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-uSTdhWens-o/TriWKnkWzyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Y2Ju0OXVNn8/s72-c/051120111205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8093531097572057144</id><published>2011-11-04T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:28:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nov 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIDScCeWcYc/TrM25OJFa_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/d_Owj_2xgSM/s1600/021120111204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIDScCeWcYc/TrM25OJFa_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/d_Owj_2xgSM/s320/021120111204.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a birthday surprise from my brother and his gf.&lt;br /&gt;My brother left this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hanging at my door.&lt;br /&gt;Only did I notice it after I took my shower.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much guys.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been the &lt;b&gt;worst&lt;/b&gt; birthday ever......&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the 'worst' part because there are always&lt;br /&gt;the good part awaiting.&lt;br /&gt;Texts from friends, blessings on facebook, greetings&lt;br /&gt;from colleagues, phone calls from mother and friends,&lt;br /&gt;birthday song from&amp;nbsp;father, brother and Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRsD-OfW2QY/TrM6ID80s7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/zUukM0eCIXA/s1600/986762y2z65xa8lk.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRsD-OfW2QY/TrM6ID80s7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/zUukM0eCIXA/s200/986762y2z65xa8lk.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The question is still bothering me... should I leave this company or should I stay... There are enough reasons for me to leave but still there are reasons for me to stay. Argh....... I am confused.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8093531097572057144?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8093531097572057144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8093531097572057144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8093531097572057144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8093531097572057144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-nov-2011.html' title='1 Nov 2011'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-pIDScCeWcYc/TrM25OJFa_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/d_Owj_2xgSM/s72-c/021120111204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4925129468285784585</id><published>2011-10-31T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:38:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0jXX40Qr9g/Tq5HwqawJUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/reXFTvzJs3g/s1600/kk.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0jXX40Qr9g/Tq5HwqawJUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/reXFTvzJs3g/s320/kk.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been quite worn out last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had finally realized that working life is not what I have ever thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something that cheers up me gloomy working life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my nails to the max, thank you very much, Wawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4925129468285784585?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4925129468285784585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4925129468285784585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4925129468285784585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4925129468285784585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-i0jXX40Qr9g/Tq5HwqawJUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/reXFTvzJs3g/s72-c/kk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1341089086092525140</id><published>2011-10-26T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:41:44.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous, insecure, unsure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nnOf5aUP-g/TqeCp1oN_YI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B2fibzc_9Rs/s1600/261541w8dmai5a59.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nnOf5aUP-g/TqeCp1oN_YI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B2fibzc_9Rs/s1600/261541w8dmai5a59.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It is total &lt;b&gt;madness&lt;/b&gt;. I always hesitate whether to leave the company now or then. I will have to leave eventually. It is just the matter of time. I know I may face the same old brand new people in a brand new environment. I am afraid. I feel insecure. I know I have to start every single little things from the very beginning. I have to prove I am worth the pay, have to gain trust among new colleagues and boss. I have to learn the new company's operational system. I know these are not easy but everyone is going through these, why can't I? It is not up to me to worry so much about. I am &amp;nbsp;pissed off. &amp;nbsp;Because I felt being disrespectfully treated by some jerk. I can't stand being treated like this constantly.I am frustrated with the ill manner. I can't coordinate with this kind of jerk. I can't stand to be treated like a moron. The company doesn't need me to sustain so what should I care? There are too many jerks out there and just lucky me to have met one.I don't like to lie about the fact that, "never mind how the jerk treat me, I already get used to it, just let the jerk be"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;while I actually feel worse after each 'attack'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I want the jerk to know that, it's not the cert that matters to the boss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's our performance that really matter. For everyone's sake, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;stop bothering me about my qualification.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a d*mn&amp;nbsp;graduate like every other graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's all and that's it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: forget about those who hurts because life is already tough &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1341089086092525140?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1341089086092525140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1341089086092525140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1341089086092525140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1341089086092525140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/10/nervous-insecure-unsure.html' title='Nervous, insecure, unsure'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-2nnOf5aUP-g/TqeCp1oN_YI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B2fibzc_9Rs/s72-c/261541w8dmai5a59.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-161500900604496047</id><published>2011-10-11T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:43:57.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPh3JTkQSdQ/TpPDFMy8-1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/DF9MNBqMfeg/s1600/h2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPh3JTkQSdQ/TpPDFMy8-1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/DF9MNBqMfeg/s200/h2.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just let me be spoiled once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Because there're too much to be&lt;br /&gt;expected. And sometimes things tend&lt;br /&gt;to get out of control. I can still recall&lt;br /&gt;what my boss told me when we lose&lt;br /&gt;in the tender stage.&amp;nbsp;He told me not to hold&lt;br /&gt;things too&amp;nbsp;tight, keep it loose, that is life.&lt;br /&gt;Life&amp;nbsp;is not always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And you get to fail and fall 99 for times to be successful&lt;br /&gt;for just once. He is my estimation guru. I have to admit without him,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am still the naive me now though sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stand his&amp;nbsp;stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI0xQ7kPXEk/TpPGA75TnZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4ktZZSOgeqA/s1600/988836qgiyrsbvlm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI0xQ7kPXEk/TpPGA75TnZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4ktZZSOgeqA/s1600/988836qgiyrsbvlm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let me dream... Things are getting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; now, at least for now. I have less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;expectation now. Because I am terrified. I feel weak to even think about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the unexpected. Just let things go free. There are too much to be compromised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are too much to be planned. There are too much worries. These&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;are keeping me from moving. Let me stay in this cocoon meanwhile I draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my 'future'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Let me be with myself for the time being...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-161500900604496047?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/161500900604496047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=161500900604496047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/161500900604496047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/161500900604496047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-be.html' title='Let me be'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPh3JTkQSdQ/TpPDFMy8-1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/DF9MNBqMfeg/s72-c/h2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-367658716668308018</id><published>2011-10-07T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:23:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Have been joining the company for 2 years. I learnt that salaries are not always&amp;nbsp;equivalent with the work load. And I can't please everyone in the same time. Even if I am doing my part, some people still tend to cross over the line. Even if I am cool with what I am doing, others may not think the same. I give up. Because making each of them happy means being cruel to myself. I played my role, I fulfill my&amp;nbsp;obligation&amp;nbsp;and that's it. It doesn't matter how others think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrtFI53UbyY/To6yVxhFk_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/5oUIvi6vdbQ/s1600/986762y2z65xa8lk.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrtFI53UbyY/To6yVxhFk_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/5oUIvi6vdbQ/s1600/986762y2z65xa8lk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I almost ended my six-years relationship with Vince for some stupid reason. I got to talk it out with some friends and that make me feel more guilty and foolish for what I have done. I apologized to Vince. Feeling a bit relieved after that. But still there is a transparent wall that distant us. It's a feeling so to speak. I truly felt that way. I have been giving too much pressure to Vince. And I am really being too selfish comparing to the others. Sorry, I just can't help it. I think every girl deserves to be selfish for this matter. I can't possibly imagine how I went through all of these. I have to admit, my heart is shaken when I said that 'magical' word. For better or for worse, I think both of us grow from this issue. And some friends told me, there are more to come. I hope I have the strength to walk all the way to eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: Love is not always between us, it's between 2 families. And that is what make love magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-367658716668308018?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/367658716668308018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=367658716668308018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/367658716668308018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/367658716668308018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-been-joining-company-for-2-years.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-zrtFI53UbyY/To6yVxhFk_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/5oUIvi6vdbQ/s72-c/986762y2z65xa8lk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5419961180824443450</id><published>2011-09-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:12:59.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEF9iFaRYRE/TnnuWYyddbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/D8PVPWE0csc/s1600/oo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEF9iFaRYRE/TnnuWYyddbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/D8PVPWE0csc/s320/oo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5419961180824443450?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5419961180824443450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5419961180824443450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5419961180824443450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5419961180824443450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-dEF9iFaRYRE/TnnuWYyddbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/D8PVPWE0csc/s72-c/oo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-896020939651026469</id><published>2011-09-11T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:36:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss every bits of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqXu4NSYjuo/TmxUPd_np2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TH6UjSxLtIU/s1600/j.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqXu4NSYjuo/TmxUPd_np2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TH6UjSxLtIU/s400/j.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2443 days&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-896020939651026469?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/896020939651026469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=896020939651026469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/896020939651026469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/896020939651026469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-every-bits-of-you.html' title='Miss every bits of you'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-AqXu4NSYjuo/TmxUPd_np2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TH6UjSxLtIU/s72-c/j.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3807555778260783409</id><published>2011-09-11T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:57:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ6I-l8fFtI/Tmw7ZrCJgtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/aqIs7-zJaYo/s1600/310820111055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ6I-l8fFtI/Tmw7ZrCJgtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/aqIs7-zJaYo/s320/310820111055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I am a marsh-mallow lover. I cannot find the long lost taste in my hometown. Finally discovered its trail ... Though it tasted a bit like melon. Still it did cheer up my day ^^&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;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: wonderful things happened once in a blue moon and that's what make it wonderful &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3807555778260783409?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3807555778260783409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3807555778260783409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3807555778260783409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3807555778260783409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet Tooth'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-LJ6I-l8fFtI/Tmw7ZrCJgtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/aqIs7-zJaYo/s72-c/310820111055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8809546129677429723</id><published>2011-09-01T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:34:09.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;27th August 2011, 11.30 pm, I took a ride in the bus to Kuching. The journey was quite tiring though. Didn't sleep well in the bus. Despite the 'unique' smell of the bus itself, the 'comfy' coach is giving me all the ache in my back and my legs. There were a lot going on in my mind that night. That sleepless night was really driving me crazy... However, I didn't regret that I decided to took a ride in the bus rather than the flight. It's the old and familiar feeling that I tend to experience once again. I closed my eyes most of the time during the journey. Reached Kuching bus terminal station around 10 something in the morning. I can barely walk in a straight line due to the aching of my leg muscle. Took me quite sometime to move through the crowds and finally settle all my bags on an empty bench. Didn't relaxed yet, I kept my vision clear to look for my dearest mum. I was relieved when I saw her familiar face. She didn't saw me, she was trying to dail my number when I saw her. Gave her quite a big shock. I feel homy with her around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took some pictures along the way to Kuching. Some passagers went down occasionally. I was most excited for them as they had eventually reached home. I waited patiently for my turn. The bus by passed a small town called 'Serian'. Some more passangers took off there. The bus was almost empty. Everyone was awakening then, looking out of the window. They looked happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buildings in Serian are old but simple. Just like the citizens, simple and fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIPuA9JHRN8/Tl78A5ZE0GI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dG2rdwFAFzk/s1600/280820111038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIPuA9JHRN8/Tl78A5ZE0GI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dG2rdwFAFzk/s200/280820111038.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gbRCK5Qilw/Tl78PyfLEvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gkny-Llb08s/s1600/280820111039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gbRCK5Qilw/Tl78PyfLEvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gkny-Llb08s/s200/280820111039.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f351tST3Llw/Tl78W8-7kcI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CWsLU8pqNaU/s1600/280820111040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f351tST3Llw/Tl78W8-7kcI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CWsLU8pqNaU/s200/280820111040.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9idvQ30YEU/Tl78fUjcdwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/c1YsuwvVchY/s1600/280820111041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9idvQ30YEU/Tl78fUjcdwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/c1YsuwvVchY/s200/280820111041.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7wNHWN90-U/Tl78xTzaDPI/AAAAAAAAAww/xrgfzlqa5hc/s1600/280820111042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7wNHWN90-U/Tl78xTzaDPI/AAAAAAAAAww/xrgfzlqa5hc/s200/280820111042.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: I finally felt hapiness for the pass two months...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8809546129677429723?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8809546129677429723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8809546129677429723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8809546129677429723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8809546129677429723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/09/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-dIPuA9JHRN8/Tl78A5ZE0GI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dG2rdwFAFzk/s72-c/280820111038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-648515728065869942</id><published>2011-08-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:42:26.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Fever</title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling this way since... I don't remember the exact period of time. It's been long I know. I feel emptiness. Somehow, I feel lost. It's like I am not moving forward while the others are taking their chances and just go on with it. Emptiness hits me hard. Recently, I realized that I am a lousy decision maker. People get to live for what they have decided. But I can't stop blaming myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbjJGcPtBws/TlEVYVBrBgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XBxRCgfRfhU/s1600/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbjJGcPtBws/TlEVYVBrBgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XBxRCgfRfhU/s1600/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am experiencing the toughest moment in my life now, at this status of my 24 years-life. It's very suffering to spend 24 hours missing someone. I choose to make myself busy rather than to sit back and relax. I tell myself to get a life just to find out at the end that I don't have a life. What a pity. My life used to be colourful with you around. I tried to hypnotize myself that this will end without me even knowing it. Nevertheless, I know that it won't be fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbjJGcPtBws/TlEVYVBrBgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XBxRCgfRfhU/s1600/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbjJGcPtBws/TlEVYVBrBgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XBxRCgfRfhU/s1600/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Just tired. I am not trying to act cool. No matter how people tried to convince me this will be over, deep inside my heart, I feel bad. And I am the biggest moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: Will tomorrow really be a better day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-648515728065869942?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/648515728065869942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=648515728065869942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/648515728065869942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/648515728065869942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-fever.html' title='August Fever'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-fbjJGcPtBws/TlEVYVBrBgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XBxRCgfRfhU/s72-c/480419f38gzdedqd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4828400616214788101</id><published>2011-07-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:34:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gnANN2KoMs/Tiov2L0-4gI/AAAAAAAAAwM/bHNWTFlhm40/s1600/j.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="44" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gnANN2KoMs/Tiov2L0-4gI/AAAAAAAAAwM/bHNWTFlhm40/s320/j.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time is flying way too fast for me to cope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he will be going back next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am starting to miss him already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to the bank alone to settle my car loan on Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went shopping alone last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bought my own lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am starting to adapt to the single life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sounds lonely but hey i am good at that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has been staying here at bintulu with me for the pass one and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a half years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see how time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is probably the question in my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwqOaAm5WNs/Tioy1VaBywI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YIxqXoHFs1s/s1600/988836qgiyrsbvlm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwqOaAm5WNs/Tioy1VaBywI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YIxqXoHFs1s/s1600/988836qgiyrsbvlm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4828400616214788101?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4828400616214788101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4828400616214788101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4828400616214788101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4828400616214788101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gnANN2KoMs/Tiov2L0-4gI/AAAAAAAAAwM/bHNWTFlhm40/s72-c/j.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8725900824079288624</id><published>2011-07-23T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:11:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqjbpTdHrUM/TioXRzTWPeI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fGmqNcwn6hQ/s1600/23072011952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqjbpTdHrUM/TioXRzTWPeI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fGmqNcwn6hQ/s320/23072011952.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's Saturday again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8725900824079288624?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8725900824079288624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8725900824079288624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8725900824079288624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8725900824079288624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/07/lazy-morning.html' title='Lazy Morning'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-bqjbpTdHrUM/TioXRzTWPeI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fGmqNcwn6hQ/s72-c/23072011952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8191911184124862602</id><published>2011-07-19T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:08:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8qDnMwiSNQ/TiUkGdVN9uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lYoHS2Otb3k/s1600/V.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8qDnMwiSNQ/TiUkGdVN9uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lYoHS2Otb3k/s1600/V.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's called 'Danboard'.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that cheer up my day in the office.&lt;br /&gt;It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: there will be a silver lining after every thunder storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8191911184124862602?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8191911184124862602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8191911184124862602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8191911184124862602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8191911184124862602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-s8qDnMwiSNQ/TiUkGdVN9uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lYoHS2Otb3k/s72-c/V.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5624820909281385258</id><published>2011-07-19T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:26:51.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I am really getting more and more confused these days.&lt;br /&gt;Working life is definitely not what I have expected.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is basically on the rail.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have been thinking about leaving this organization which I worked for no.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not simply about just leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very very lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have been tired and unwilling to move on.&lt;br /&gt;My hard works seemed meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sw5A7FbMIFw/TiUjPq8BX4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/H_H4eSZ8O_A/s1600/773427w34lc9wivu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="34" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sw5A7FbMIFw/TiUjPq8BX4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/H_H4eSZ8O_A/s320/773427w34lc9wivu.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Laugh out load while you still can...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5624820909281385258?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5624820909281385258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5624820909281385258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5624820909281385258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5624820909281385258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-sw5A7FbMIFw/TiUjPq8BX4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/H_H4eSZ8O_A/s72-c/773427w34lc9wivu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8374740614561248927</id><published>2011-07-01T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:47:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXXc0_7fq6o/Tg16ikzeQGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yqnl0XTiqMQ/s1600/11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXXc0_7fq6o/Tg16ikzeQGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yqnl0XTiqMQ/s320/11.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My new 4 inches high heels... I simply love them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My bag, i just love bags...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8374740614561248927?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8374740614561248927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8374740614561248927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8374740614561248927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8374740614561248927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/07/highlight-of-month.html' title='Highlight of the Month'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-SXXc0_7fq6o/Tg16ikzeQGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yqnl0XTiqMQ/s72-c/11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4964207170589127961</id><published>2011-06-30T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:42:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR6-GusjH3Q/TgvegoGYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-oYq_eig9tY/s1600/d.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR6-GusjH3Q/TgvegoGYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-oYq_eig9tY/s400/d.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures taken along our way home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4964207170589127961?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4964207170589127961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4964207170589127961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4964207170589127961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4964207170589127961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-those-days.html' title='Miss Those days'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-rR6-GusjH3Q/TgvegoGYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-oYq_eig9tY/s72-c/d.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6063368244710626270</id><published>2011-05-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:37:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cwZGwyH-TU/Tcvzv6QJwdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxnzwFh6Oxs/s1600/56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cwZGwyH-TU/Tcvzv6QJwdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxnzwFh6Oxs/s320/56.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Where do you want to hang out today?" Asked Vince.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; "Let's go to the beach." I replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then he goes like "Are you sure ? It's pretty hot now...".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; I had to convince him to go. He drove there unwillingly though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; He eventually felt relieved. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; I have proven the beach is a place to release pressure for he seems to be more relaxed there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; He said the sea breeze brings comfort.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I understand that he is really stressed with works and with the people at workplace but I really do not know a way to release the tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think going to the beach is probably a way to let go for at least a second of what is worrying him in his mind. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjWs66zNHAQ/Tcv52xCttwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/9oMNMMKY3ng/s1600/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjWs66zNHAQ/Tcv52xCttwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/9oMNMMKY3ng/s1600/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0AD4HFkf1g/Tcv0CXU9joI/AAAAAAAAAvw/I7pLJcMJooA/s1600/08052011822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0AD4HFkf1g/Tcv0CXU9joI/AAAAAAAAAvw/I7pLJcMJooA/s320/08052011822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed every moment I spent with Vince. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;But sometimes things just do not always go as you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;And that's why letting go is a very important lesson in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt; I am really lucky to have him in my life. He is the last thing I would ever let go of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt; Time flies. People change. Memories fade. Only love lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt; Meeting you has always been the most wonderful thing that have ever happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;You have no idea how much I need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: Thank you for everything, dear...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6063368244710626270?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6063368244710626270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6063368244710626270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6063368244710626270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6063368244710626270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-weekends.html' title='My Weekends'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/-4cwZGwyH-TU/Tcvzv6QJwdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nxnzwFh6Oxs/s72-c/56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4275395588797828805</id><published>2011-04-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:07:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBmFljv_ac/TZ0hODMzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/3GtCIaLGh28/s1600/u1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBmFljv_ac/TZ0hODMzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/3GtCIaLGh28/s400/u1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty amazing how we can stay together with each other for six long years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been really worried that our relationship won't work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now it just prove that I have been thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We grow through time, both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Less time are spent together since we are working. I heard from someone saying that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love is poor without memories. Life is not the same since we are working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Topics of discussion are mostly about work. I know I can't possibly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;live without him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to submit a tender on this particular day and met his family. Went shopping&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for a while, that photo is taken while he is driving. We are on our way to submit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the tender. The mango ice-cream is really nice. The day before this I finished off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;work at 1:30 a.m. and continued my day in the office at 6.30 a.m. Though I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pretty wiped out, I still love my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zB02DkMit8/TZ1ikhjT6CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_LeyIUuwWT8/s1600/laura_eaton_blog_divider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zB02DkMit8/TZ1ikhjT6CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_LeyIUuwWT8/s320/laura_eaton_blog_divider.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: Thank you for loving me for who I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4275395588797828805?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4275395588797828805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4275395588797828805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4275395588797828805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4275395588797828805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-out.html' title='A day-out'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBmFljv_ac/TZ0hODMzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/3GtCIaLGh28/s72-c/u1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7258164679251708237</id><published>2011-03-23T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:39:31.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Memorize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D1WfT0gTXmM/TYlpXE3w3vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ayUcA_skL34/s1600/09032011793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D1WfT0gTXmM/TYlpXE3w3vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ayUcA_skL34/s320/09032011793.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-krazwesVTmc/TYlpoy2e0GI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bDvMf_braR8/s1600/09032011790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-krazwesVTmc/TYlpoy2e0GI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bDvMf_braR8/s320/09032011790.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h2EfmdxWCUE/TYlp4bA40WI/AAAAAAAAAvY/5fnga1zhQjw/s1600/09032011791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h2EfmdxWCUE/TYlp4bA40WI/AAAAAAAAAvY/5fnga1zhQjw/s320/09032011791.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-92-WkY5JqiM/TYlqFg-x0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/4qtSuUWXklk/s1600/09032011792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-92-WkY5JqiM/TYlqFg-x0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/4qtSuUWXklk/s320/09032011792.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how my table looks like last week. It's been like this for almost a month. There's been a war. I am really about to exceed my maximum last week. Working late everyday from monday to sunday. Who can possibly stand that? I will never forget this month. A lot had happened. It's been craft deep to my memory. This is an important lesson in my life. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to try out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: "Hard work keeps the wrinkles out of your face and mind"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7258164679251708237?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7258164679251708237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7258164679251708237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7258164679251708237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7258164679251708237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-to-memorize.html' title='A Day to Memorize'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D1WfT0gTXmM/TYlpXE3w3vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ayUcA_skL34/s72-c/09032011793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5352898076047202961</id><published>2011-01-15T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:47:32.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TTDqnZ4OFDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/adSnByouwGw/s1600/of.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TTDqnZ4OFDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/adSnByouwGw/s320/of.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the d*mn place where i spend my 8 hours from Monday to Saturday. I purposely edit it to be in black and white. Because this is how i feel about it. It would be colourful someday in the future, I suppose. I have been feeling oddly depressed recently. I can't explain the feeling. I suppose many people around me have had this kind of confusion. Thinking that it's meaningless working day and night, struggling to finish off the works, staying up late in countless nights, at the end of the day all u get is exhaustion. This place was my dream but it turns to be my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: Good Luck to all Workaholics, Cheers ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5352898076047202961?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5352898076047202961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5352898076047202961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5352898076047202961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5352898076047202961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/01/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TTDqnZ4OFDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/adSnByouwGw/s72-c/of.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4657461751391439246</id><published>2011-01-11T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:49:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sitting in the office, feeling very confused.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I don’t belong here.&amp;nbsp; Isn’t this my home? This question has been playing inside my head over and over.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I shouldn’t have come here at the first place.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the year, I learnt that it’s difficult to please every single person around you. And you get to live with your mistakes. And no matter how hard you strike to get through, you will end at the same spot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My job seems to be the only obsession that I can find my satisfaction in. I don’t mind having tones and tones of work load. I can stay in the office all day long just to keep myself busy. I realized that nothing can be perfect. Maybe I should just find sometimes for myself. Be alone, stay empty-minded, relax, relocate my thoughts, reschedule my plans, reset my goals for this year, find myself some entertainment and find myself a hobby perhaps. Could it be that I haven’t been honest enough to myself. Or could it be that I have been too aggressive.&amp;nbsp;Have been trying so hard to stick as close to my principle as possible. And this seems to be a mission impossible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have summarized a wishlist to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, to get a really good camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Secondly, plan for a trip to KK. (Have been dreaming about this day and night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third, to upgrade myself more and hopefully to complete my dissertation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;4th, to have my bank account loaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No. 5, to buy an elegant necklace for my mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make it just 5 for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: To love crazily while you still can ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4657461751391439246?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4657461751391439246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4657461751391439246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4657461751391439246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4657461751391439246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-6632100290041220830</id><published>2010-12-08T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:14:10.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;here is time when I doubted your love and there is time when I doubted my love towards you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TP55P552BzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HClMLbbGDH4/s1600/thing.11966015.l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TP55P552BzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HClMLbbGDH4/s1600/thing.11966015.l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;here is time when I doubted love itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;s it true that we are just too afraid to get into a new relationship that we choose to stuck with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; want to believe that there is only me that you are thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ut how far is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ow can you be sure that there is nobody except &amp;nbsp;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;f you love me deeply now, can you make sure to love deeper or still keep the warmth next year and the year after next and so and so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am afraid... I don't know how to react to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hings change, people change, the world is changing everyday, how can you be so sure that your love towards me is never-changing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6632100290041220830?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6632100290041220830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6632100290041220830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6632100290041220830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6632100290041220830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-fragile.html' title='Love is Fragile'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TP55P552BzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HClMLbbGDH4/s72-c/thing.11966015.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5516414015655979169</id><published>2010-11-25T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:13:19.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2069 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TO2v67vTdJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ttFb8HjIIMM/s1600/untitled2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TO2v67vTdJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ttFb8HjIIMM/s320/untitled2.bmp" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through 2069 days. We changed. We grow.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the patience, the understanding, the love and lots of tolerance. Thank you.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Let love lead the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5516414015655979169?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5516414015655979169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5516414015655979169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5516414015655979169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5516414015655979169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/11/2069-days.html' title='2069 Days'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TO2v67vTdJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ttFb8HjIIMM/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8564908968297693427</id><published>2010-11-01T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:32:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TM4fMVo8eQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i0I0LNYq4ak/s1600/happy+birthday+image+greeting+card+orkut+scrap+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TM4fMVo8eQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i0I0LNYq4ak/s320/happy+birthday+image+greeting+card+orkut+scrap+cookies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November the 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 24 years when I first realized that I have been waiting for the surprise in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been tough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should pampered myself once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am craving my life path for what I think is right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there's a need to change, changes should be made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For better or for worse, let you be the one to decide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love, I hate, I laugh, I cry, I fight, I run, I enjoy, I suffer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just being me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: Happy Birthday to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8564908968297693427?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8564908968297693427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8564908968297693427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8564908968297693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8564908968297693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TM4fMVo8eQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i0I0LNYq4ak/s72-c/happy+birthday+image+greeting+card+orkut+scrap+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5181176058325076315</id><published>2010-10-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:30:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Oct 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to be 24 after couple of days. What did i achieve last year when i was 23? I won the first tender for my boss with his help and colleagues'? I don't call this an achievement though. My big boss did make me feel bad about this by asking whether I miscalculate something or not. It's all my bad, either miss a tender or get a project. What can I say? You are the boss. You are always the big time winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with Irene just now, had a great time with her. It's been a long time since our last gathering. We had a great time updating each other bout our present life. She is my best friend. And I really wish that she can find her prince, get her happiness. I knew Irene for 10 years already. It's been long. She has always been one of my close friends, love her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel helpless recently. Frankly speaking, I feel small. At this very moment you maybe the on top of the world but you will never know that the next minute you may be upside down. My conclusion is that my life = work + work + tonnes and tonnes of unfinished works!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TMrn_XNK97I/AAAAAAAAAu0/PGXmYvINfrU/s1600/597488qhwrtkdvlu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="81" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TMrn_XNK97I/AAAAAAAAAu0/PGXmYvINfrU/s320/597488qhwrtkdvlu.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: I am learning to love my life, I am learning to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5181176058325076315?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5181176058325076315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5181176058325076315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5181176058325076315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5181176058325076315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/10/29-oct-2010.html' title='29 Oct 2010'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TMrn_XNK97I/AAAAAAAAAu0/PGXmYvINfrU/s72-c/597488qhwrtkdvlu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-9200396078893532330</id><published>2010-10-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:20:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic</title><content type='html'>It's 9.53 pm. I feel like suffocating in the world of grown-ups. Maybe I am just being naive. It took me two to three days the most to finish up one earthwork calculation. But now I have been doing it over for about a week and I still haven't complete it yet. I have lost my passion for work. I asked my boss one stupid question. "What is the meaning of working if at the end of the day all you left is exhaustion?" His answer is " Life is difficult. Working is tiring but behind the exhaustion you gain knowledge, your gain experience, your may find your interest of doing something that you are good at, you will learn the meaning of life." And my feedback is "Boss, can you please tell me something that I don't really know?" I know and I do understand deeply about he wants to emphasize to me. Thank you, Boss! Thanks a lot for your kind advice.&lt;br /&gt;My boss got a call from SOP saying that we have been shortlisted for the tender and there are still some addendum to be done. I have been doing this over and over and the outcome is being kicked out eventually. I am so pissed off already! Take it or leave it! Why can't you just award it to us? I think I am really the one with problem if this tender is not awarded to us. I should prepare my resignation letter. I am really not suitable for this job. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TKXtFADjjgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/csrNMtYdiEI/s1600/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TKXtFADjjgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/csrNMtYdiEI/s1600/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a saying goes, " Life is not just about breathing, life is about how many breathe you take in a minute."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-9200396078893532330?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/9200396078893532330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=9200396078893532330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9200396078893532330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9200396078893532330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/10/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TKXtFADjjgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/csrNMtYdiEI/s72-c/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2261680473429695325</id><published>2010-07-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:17:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When today becomes yesterday</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.45am this morning, hang up the clothes to dry, take a glass of milk, have an apple, take my morning shower, choose my outfit, tied up my hair, take a couple of look in the mirror and went off to work. On and off, day and night, this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I start to work, I have been thinking is this the life I have been wanting for. I am lost. I feel insured. I feel mistaken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2261680473429695325?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2261680473429695325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2261680473429695325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2261680473429695325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2261680473429695325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-today-becomes-yesterday.html' title='When today becomes yesterday'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-5181283388119689995</id><published>2010-06-05T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:55:24.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June is Here</title><content type='html'>I have been a member of this construction firm for one year since this May 2010. I entered 4th of June 2009 and one whole year is gone. Achievement is not what I call. I should have pedal harder with all my might. Or I could have learn more. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for all the lessons you taught me. Something changed. Am I too afraid to accept the change or am I just not prepared? I doubt myself. I hope I won't disappoint you. &lt;br /&gt;I told myself many times not to fall for what other people say. Because they might just add some seasonings to the original story. But I can't help to think about it over and over. The more I think, the more it hurts. I know this sounds stupid but I just can't help it. Grow up, girl! Face it! Welcome to the adult world of fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult just to do your job and play your own role? Please don't enter into the territory where you are not suppose to step in.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly upset and lost. Should I or should I not? Am I being too firm? I need to talk to someone, I really need to talk from A to Z out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TAoQ8uhSXcI/AAAAAAAAAug/Z1OCYl0YB-A/s1600/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TAoQ8uhSXcI/AAAAAAAAAug/Z1OCYl0YB-A/s320/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;p/s: Please don't underestimate me and Never overestimate me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5181283388119689995?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5181283388119689995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5181283388119689995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5181283388119689995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5181283388119689995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-is-here.html' title='June is Here'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/TAoQ8uhSXcI/AAAAAAAAAug/Z1OCYl0YB-A/s72-c/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8736724306053971215</id><published>2010-05-28T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:14:24.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Surprize You Gave Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_9er_qdaHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/h66MiFFYqGM/s1600/15052010290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_9er_qdaHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/h66MiFFYqGM/s320/15052010290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little surprise really made my day... Thank you, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: everyone needs love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8736724306053971215?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8736724306053971215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8736724306053971215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8736724306053971215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8736724306053971215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-surprize-you-gave-me.html' title='Little Surprize You Gave Me'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_9er_qdaHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/h66MiFFYqGM/s72-c/15052010290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-254893855280745811</id><published>2010-05-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:25:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I thinking too much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have always dream to build a comfy home of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have a small house designed by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now this dream is not so pronounced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reality is just too heavy to face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_p9QnnwzLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NV6brvwTIB4/s1600/937080odj9ave3dl.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_p9QnnwzLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NV6brvwTIB4/s320/937080odj9ave3dl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of the times your silence and the emptiness in your eyes are killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deep inside my heart i feel like i can't hold on any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away from home, away from work, away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are confusing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does not seems so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-254893855280745811?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/254893855280745811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=254893855280745811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/254893855280745811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/254893855280745811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-thinking-too-much.html' title='Am I thinking too much?'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S_p9QnnwzLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NV6brvwTIB4/s72-c/937080odj9ave3dl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4698503190194760363</id><published>2010-04-15T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:44:20.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired is not an Excuse</title><content type='html'>Attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender Closing Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 16th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 19th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 26th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S8cJgUyZxgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AhZrVPoVD-A/s1600/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 26px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S8cJgUyZxgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AhZrVPoVD-A/s400/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460343524150593026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my year 2010 without taking a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to ask myself is this what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Though I am living my everyday to its fullness.&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;I am hell TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;If I could just put away my job now, I wish to go to have a spa.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop without having to look at the price tag.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S8cJortqkaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yG3ANdtSf1c/s1600/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 26px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S8cJortqkaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yG3ANdtSf1c/s400/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460343667743691170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;p/s: I am learning to love my life...&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/7572889360473483462-4698503190194760363?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4698503190194760363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4698503190194760363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4698503190194760363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4698503190194760363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired-is-not-excuse.html' title='Tired is not an Excuse'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S8cJgUyZxgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AhZrVPoVD-A/s72-c/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8549240145301124706</id><published>2010-04-09T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:27:41.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78pDM-rfjI/AAAAAAAAAto/e07Z-UHRMOk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78pDM-rfjI/AAAAAAAAAto/e07Z-UHRMOk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458126408396799538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did went out with Vince alone for quite sometime already... Miss those days... Meeting him has always been a miracle in my life... He is my happiness, now and for-ever... Thank you, Vince.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8549240145301124706?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8549240145301124706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8549240145301124706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8549240145301124706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8549240145301124706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-night-out.html' title='Our Night Out'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78pDM-rfjI/AAAAAAAAAto/e07Z-UHRMOk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6768501205714929345</id><published>2010-04-09T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:04:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure!!!</title><content type='html'>Tender Closing Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 7th of April&lt;br /&gt;2. 14th of April&lt;br /&gt;3. Examination on the 29th of April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a week to finish off each of the tender. Coming up with some more small additional variation works to be remeasure and re-calculate. I am piled with works. I am working and working and only working for this month. I am about to burst! I am overloaded! I am really exhausted! I need rest! I want to yell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78j17eblqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/elmWQwwX_sA/s1600/31032010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78j17eblqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/elmWQwwX_sA/s320/31032010123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458120682801698466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78jhGugoFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/75FiaoiM8-k/s1600/01042010126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78jhGugoFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/75FiaoiM8-k/s320/01042010126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458120325044674642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have any more time for photo taking after Day 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6768501205714929345?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6768501205714929345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6768501205714929345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6768501205714929345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6768501205714929345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pressure.html' title='Pressure!!!'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S78j17eblqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/elmWQwwX_sA/s72-c/31032010123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3420426469933128076</id><published>2010-04-04T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:07:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S7gPkL20KsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ff82OLFMsMU/s1600/01042010121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S7gPkL20KsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ff82OLFMsMU/s400/01042010121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456128062891764418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sometimes I tend to forgot how simple happiness can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3420426469933128076?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3420426469933128076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3420426469933128076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3420426469933128076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3420426469933128076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S7gPkL20KsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ff82OLFMsMU/s72-c/01042010121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7496528524218076952</id><published>2010-03-28T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:22:46.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S67lQrRaGTI/AAAAAAAAAsw/R3GTdAsV8kk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S67lQrRaGTI/AAAAAAAAAsw/R3GTdAsV8kk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453548273448655154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you come across this, it's already too late. Hold the sand tight in your palm for it will still leak through your fingers. Then just so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7496528524218076952?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7496528524218076952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7496528524218076952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7496528524218076952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7496528524218076952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S67lQrRaGTI/AAAAAAAAAsw/R3GTdAsV8kk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8178261633060553727</id><published>2010-03-18T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:45:43.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Morning</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the cafe waiting for the waiter to take order but no one seems to notice our existence. Fine. After half an hour, we placed an order. 10 minutes later, the waitress came and asked have we order, then what's the order... Fine... I lost my appetite already. Starting off with an empty stomach makes my day worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8178261633060553727?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8178261633060553727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8178261633060553727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8178261633060553727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8178261633060553727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-morning.html' title='Blue Morning'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-7632809000861738365</id><published>2010-03-13T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:49:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO</title><content type='html'>... can ensure me E.T.E.R.N.I.T.Y ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7632809000861738365?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7632809000861738365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7632809000861738365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7632809000861738365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7632809000861738365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/03/who.html' title='WHO'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-4393164777036948002</id><published>2010-03-08T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:17:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need A Change</title><content type='html'>I want to get out of here. I don't have the sense of belonging here. I don't like to be controlled. I don't want to be a puppet! I will go away someday. Planning to go far away, planning to leave home for this time round the 'home' is not where I love to stay. This 'home' is not what it used to be. I hate the feeling of not being able to make a change for all of these... I don't want it to be this way! I want things to back to what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p/s: L.O.V.E conquers all!!!&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/7572889360473483462-4393164777036948002?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4393164777036948002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4393164777036948002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4393164777036948002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4393164777036948002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-change.html' title='I need A Change'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-8979394486204395236</id><published>2010-02-26T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:59:29.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Support For-Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S4eMQmyPLXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pnG-BBwQsQ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S4eMQmyPLXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pnG-BBwQsQ8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442472891617586546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool to have a family like what I am having.&lt;br /&gt;They are my backbone behind each of my story of success.&lt;br /&gt;They complete my life and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;Every time when I think I can't make it through, they are there to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting my brother (Xiang), I love you too though you are always the pain in the neck which I can't get rid of. &lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially dedicated to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your daughter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8979394486204395236?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8979394486204395236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8979394486204395236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8979394486204395236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8979394486204395236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-support-for-ever.html' title='My Support For-Ever'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S4eMQmyPLXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pnG-BBwQsQ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7577456960668199347</id><published>2010-02-24T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:23:30.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word</title><content type='html'>I am sorry. Sorry for bringing &lt;br /&gt;                 you into all of this. Sorry for being &lt;br /&gt;               selfish. Sorry for being not understanding. &lt;br /&gt;              Sorry for being immature. I am fool. I still &lt;br /&gt;               can't figure out what is the best for our &lt;br /&gt;                   future. I don't know what is your &lt;br /&gt;                     concern. It seems like I never &lt;br /&gt;                       tend to ask. I never tend &lt;br /&gt;                          to care. I am not in &lt;br /&gt;                              the mood for &lt;br /&gt;                                anything &lt;br /&gt;                                   at &lt;br /&gt;                               the moment. &lt;br /&gt;                    Deep inside my heart, you are my life. &lt;br /&gt;               You made my day, always. Letting go is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;                Please do remind me when I cross over the line. &lt;br /&gt;                              At this instance, &lt;br /&gt;                   I think I need you more than you need me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7577456960668199347?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7577456960668199347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7577456960668199347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7577456960668199347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7577456960668199347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3727828619023819505</id><published>2010-02-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:25:20.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;                        Have been asking myself over and over...&lt;br /&gt;                        Who will I be with if he is not Vincent?&lt;br /&gt;                                   Will I be loved?&lt;br /&gt;                                     Will I love?&lt;br /&gt;                                 It's almost 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;                       I always ask him is he getting bored of me? &lt;br /&gt;                                His answer is always no! &lt;br /&gt;                           But how long can this feeling last? &lt;br /&gt;                              He said he is not sure too... &lt;br /&gt;Is marriage really a brand new start of our love journey or it's the grave of our love story? Who can give me the answer to this question? &lt;br /&gt;            Is it still love or is it already a responsibility after ten years? &lt;br /&gt;   All I know is I love, I care, I worry for him few years back and now I still do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S3AQh5XJmGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lmlzzVA78q0/s1600-h/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S3AQh5XJmGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lmlzzVA78q0/s320/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435862924755834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3727828619023819505?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3727828619023819505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3727828619023819505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3727828619023819505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3727828619023819505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S3AQh5XJmGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lmlzzVA78q0/s72-c/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1139675829546352603</id><published>2010-01-29T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:08:58.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S2I7eklvURI/AAAAAAAAAr4/y_FlOWMTsqs/s1600-h/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_LOMO_lomography_Balanced+rocks+on+the+Nice+Promenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S2I7eklvURI/AAAAAAAAAr4/y_FlOWMTsqs/s320/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_LOMO_lomography_Balanced+rocks+on+the+Nice+Promenade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431969496966320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Apparently I have been too busy to update this page.&lt;br /&gt;              Just closed a tender yesterday, one more big one coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;              I feel pretty wipe out after every tender. It's all about BQ,&lt;br /&gt;              summary of tender, schedule of rates, the rates... It sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;                         Tomorrow will be the last day of January.&lt;br /&gt;                                What have you accomplished?  &lt;br /&gt;                                     Life is not all &lt;br /&gt;                            about you. It's not always wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;                                 It's not always beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;                                   It's not always blue. &lt;br /&gt;                            It wont't be necessarily exciting. &lt;br /&gt;                     But the clock is still ticking, time is still passing, &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life still goes&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1139675829546352603?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1139675829546352603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1139675829546352603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1139675829546352603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1139675829546352603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/01/apparently-i-have-been-too-busy-to.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S2I7eklvURI/AAAAAAAAAr4/y_FlOWMTsqs/s72-c/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_LOMO_lomography_Balanced+rocks+on+the+Nice+Promenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3144419101448352422</id><published>2010-01-11T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:27:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S0qL16lW05I/AAAAAAAAArw/i7UEKOrP7iM/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S0qL16lW05I/AAAAAAAAArw/i7UEKOrP7iM/s320/leaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425302459496453010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Have been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;                 What can I do to change the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;                        Am I making the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;                       Am I missing something important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p/s: Life is short, enjoy while you still can...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3144419101448352422?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3144419101448352422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3144419101448352422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3144419101448352422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3144419101448352422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/01/complicated_11.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/S0qL16lW05I/AAAAAAAAArw/i7UEKOrP7iM/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6683590947727734552</id><published>2010-01-01T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:05:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D*mn It!</title><content type='html'>It's been a tough week. I am getting bored of my straight long hair. It's time to have a change. I think I need a new bag, a new pair of shoes, a couple of new outfit or a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been blue throughout the week. My boss is driving me crazy, I know most of the boss is like that. But now I just want to ignore him all the while. Because he is being ridiculous, arrogant, disrespectful, talking like he is someone who is really keen in what he is doing (this I agree), noisy, acting like he is on the top of the world and now I just want to stop thinking about him. He said the 3 QSs he hired are not aggressive enough. He said we should go to look for good tenders and come back to him and said "boss, I want us to get this tender!". Then he began to pick on me. He started off with "Miss Kiew, never think that you have a master degree then you are good already!", then "Miss Kiew, academic is just a basic of what you are doing now. Academic itself actually has no much help in your career. You can't learn everything in the uni. You are lack of experience. ( I know that and that's what I am trying to get now)", after a little while he continued to remind me that having a cert is not everything... and more on the topic that having a cert is not everything, Miss Kiew this, Miss Kiew that. He said he worked really hard when he was young to stand where he is standing now. He wants us to set him as a role model. Just stop all these nonsense, please. I don't want to stand in his position. And I never will see him as my role model because my father is better off. Well, excuse me, I never ever think that I am good with a cert! Neither did I tell my colleagues that I got a cert. He is the one who introduced me as the new QS lady with a master degree to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About not being aggressive, that really pissed me off. What does he meant by not being aggressive? If I were to be not aggressive enough, now I am just a small account clerk or an admin clerk with a Form Six qualification, not a QS with a mater qualification. I turned my parents down to go further study, I got myself a diploma and then went off to get a bachelor of degree. After that I convinced my father to let me complete a master program and at the end of the day I was commented of being not aggressive! Now, tell me what is aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being looked down and I will prove him wrong. I want him to regret what he had said about me. Like he said, I am still young, how can he conclude that I do not have any plannings for my near future? Never expect me to get involved in this company for a protracted time, never!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted. My dark circles and eye bags are haunting me. I feel like dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sz2rr2NO0pI/AAAAAAAAAro/wtzSD3sdK1Y/s1600-h/229241rekq4jb5gy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sz2rr2NO0pI/AAAAAAAAAro/wtzSD3sdK1Y/s320/229241rekq4jb5gy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678296197681810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy New Year!!! Year 2010, a brand new year, a brand new life!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6683590947727734552?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6683590947727734552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6683590947727734552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6683590947727734552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6683590947727734552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2010/01/dmn-it.html' title='D*mn It!'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sz2rr2NO0pI/AAAAAAAAAro/wtzSD3sdK1Y/s72-c/229241rekq4jb5gy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-9078610326857252081</id><published>2009-12-07T11:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:43:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sxx3Gr29kEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2zqn5naomoc/s1600-h/656141lnpn1783bj.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412331808928665666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sxx3Gr29kEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2zqn5naomoc/s320/656141lnpn1783bj.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 101 things in my mind right now. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking bout my achievement at this status, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my career (though I don't quite like it &amp;amp; I don't think it as a career, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's rather a chore that I have to carry out everyday), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dream ( which I doubt whether I still have any), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my requirement, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss those good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sxx3Gr29kEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2zqn5naomoc/s1600-h/656141lnpn1783bj.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333674227695874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sxx4zQo6AQI/AAAAAAAAArA/zPUpskLUxEQ/s320/634950t7vde8eg7v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p/s: I am wandering what's my passion for life ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-9078610326857252081?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/9078610326857252081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=9078610326857252081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9078610326857252081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9078610326857252081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/12/101.html' title='101'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sxx3Gr29kEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2zqn5naomoc/s72-c/656141lnpn1783bj.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3300288118844412294</id><published>2009-12-03T09:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:31:09.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is Free But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing up is to adopt a whole new life style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing up means waking up from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fairy tales in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hard way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People tend to forget how to be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how to be satisfied, how to relax... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything is about somebody else, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life becomes meaningless, colourless and vain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always wanted to get away. I have always wanted to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always think why things have to be so difficult for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tend to forget that I am apt to be happy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410814552439596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SxcTKu-tJxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0QdQkp69i58/s320/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: what would life be without colour...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3300288118844412294?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3300288118844412294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3300288118844412294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3300288118844412294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3300288118844412294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-is-free-but.html' title='Happiness is Free But...'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SxcTKu-tJxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0QdQkp69i58/s72-c/480419f38gzdedqd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2902871063045658445</id><published>2009-11-20T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:40:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what, I am at my office now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been calculating earthwork and earthwork and more earthwork since the pass 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earthwork sucks!!! I was piled with loads and loads of drawings and BQs and bill summary to be done. Today I am free and bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vince is working in the same company with me now. I get to see him almost everyday during lunch break. I can't deny, I am happy to see him. Friends who see our relationship grow are happy for us too. Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more long distance relationship for us temporary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992192614959394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SwXxQctZiSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3qeXezcU2fE/s320/989315m7e7csuumd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p/s: Frankly speaking, I need a break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2902871063045658445?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2902871063045658445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2902871063045658445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2902871063045658445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2902871063045658445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-day.html' title='Working Day'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SwXxQctZiSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3qeXezcU2fE/s72-c/989315m7e7csuumd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2182988388084883799</id><published>2009-09-21T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:39:56.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of A New Chapter In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SrdHR4PRdHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gZ8P19BiKlI/s1600-h/2083922stcjem033i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 31px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SrdHR4PRdHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gZ8P19BiKlI/s200/2083922stcjem033i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383850252024509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been abandon this blog for ... I do know, maybe 3 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually have the time to update it. I have been working very hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over the past 3 months. Battling to meet the due date of tenders, setting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up new goals to be achieved, trying pretty hard to fit in among my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;colleagues, all this and that is all to cope up with my new living style and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bottom line is that 'WORKING SUCKS!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been quite emotional over the past few weeks... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to those who are worried about me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to treat myself better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been really hard for me over these past few weeks. I find it difficult to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love my life now. Though I have plenty of complaints back then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during my student life, this is very much different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every now and then I wish that time will reverse, reverse back to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the time when I was still studying in Sibu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will love my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I doubted it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SrdJt61GeOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Ux5KQdprt84/s200/1415862sf2aua6niq.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 24px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383852932779636962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there anyone who can give me a time machine as a gift? I really hope to own one myself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2182988388084883799?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2182988388084883799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2182988388084883799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2182988388084883799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2182988388084883799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning-of-new-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='The Beginning of A New Chapter In My Life'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SrdHR4PRdHI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gZ8P19BiKlI/s72-c/2083922stcjem033i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3289857286119858710</id><published>2009-05-31T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:42:24.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 @ Kuching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum and I took the bus from Bintulu on the 28th of May&lt;br /&gt;2009 to Kuching. The bus was supposed to arrive at 11.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;that night but it delayed. It's already 12.30 am when&lt;br /&gt;the bus arrived. We reached Kuching sometime&lt;br /&gt;around 11am. At first our intention of coming&lt;br /&gt;to Kuching was to pay my bros a little visit&lt;br /&gt;and will go back to Bintulu on the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;of June but since mummy got a job invitation&lt;br /&gt;here at Kuching, she has to stay here and I will stay&lt;br /&gt;here at Kuching too. And now thing is changing again...&lt;br /&gt;I am going back on the 1st of June to have an interview.&lt;br /&gt;It's really exhausting. But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. If the company accepts me, I will be&lt;br /&gt;separating with my mother. This is the very first time&lt;br /&gt;I go back home not seeing my mum. I feel heavy. I really&lt;br /&gt;hate to  separate with her. I don't want to separate with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take care of her, I want to stay with her forever...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life be much easier?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SiFcnjljUMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U50XO0jmDLY/s1600-h/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 26px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SiFcnjljUMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U50XO0jmDLY/s200/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341652467675517122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neither do I want to separate with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SiFgcLnNTBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gHYDKy14ksc/s1600-h/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SiFgcLnNTBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gHYDKy14ksc/s200/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341656670307961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wish me lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ck, guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3289857286119858710?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3289857286119858710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3289857286119858710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3289857286119858710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3289857286119858710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-3-kuching.html' title='Day 3 @ Kuching'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SiFcnjljUMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U50XO0jmDLY/s72-c/1430600ou0p0w0kok.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1196902549614753608</id><published>2009-05-13T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:51:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be going home on this coming Saturday, on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have to pack all my things and I am really worried that&lt;br /&gt;my luggages will over weight.Have to pay RM15 per&lt;br /&gt;kg of over weight!!! Will be home in no time...&lt;br /&gt;Having a mixed feeling of excitement,&lt;br /&gt;emptiness, relief... And we will be&lt;br /&gt;separating once again ...&lt;br /&gt;This time the time&lt;br /&gt;frame is&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable...&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing and have to live with LDR once again...&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday since we first met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgsH5vKjzSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2JkwaSaVoRg/s1600-h/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 30px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgsH5vKjzSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2JkwaSaVoRg/s320/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335366872045178146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be missing you heaps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1196902549614753608?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1196902549614753608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1196902549614753608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1196902549614753608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1196902549614753608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/05/packing.html' title='Packing!!!'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgsH5vKjzSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2JkwaSaVoRg/s72-c/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8176251203760767880</id><published>2009-05-10T12:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:45:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Life Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to have pancakes for breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And due to boredom, I took a few pictures of the&lt;br /&gt;process of making pancakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZbWY-LSoI/AAAAAAAAApw/o_6i3tWBK4o/s1600-h/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 39px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZbWY-LSoI/AAAAAAAAApw/o_6i3tWBK4o/s320/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334051248885418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the pancake mixture (ready-mix one).&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is to mix the powder with&lt;br /&gt;adequate amount of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZMNe2GBI/AAAAAAAAApI/QGBg3hjrXxY/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZMNe2GBI/AAAAAAAAApI/QGBg3hjrXxY/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334048874979268626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the pancakes look like before it's not cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZRyfSfOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EVj2HkheR0Y/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZRyfSfOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EVj2HkheR0Y/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334048970812587234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are almost done. (Though they're a bit burnt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZXk22yzI/AAAAAAAAApY/DhSsDssbnoU/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZXk22yzI/AAAAAAAAApY/DhSsDssbnoU/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334049070232554290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the look is not very selling, they tasted just ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZdcdjVmI/AAAAAAAAApg/6FItZRbEpP0/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZZdcdjVmI/AAAAAAAAApg/6FItZRbEpP0/s320/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334049171058153058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZbuMx_YuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BLEqQMeADlg/s1600-h/665946qo1lkpzy89.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZbuMx_YuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BLEqQMeADlg/s200/665946qo1lkpzy89.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334051657929941730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Happy Mother's Day to ALL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8176251203760767880?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8176251203760767880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8176251203760767880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8176251203760767880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8176251203760767880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring-life-part-2.html' title='Boring Life Part 2'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgZbWY-LSoI/AAAAAAAAApw/o_6i3tWBK4o/s72-c/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3313568802435528304</id><published>2009-05-06T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:50:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgGeLwU7xyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FwQxqgdgh-k/s1600-h/1375767sbxkiaptwc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgGeLwU7xyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FwQxqgdgh-k/s320/1375767sbxkiaptwc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332717358571833122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am officially on holiday now...&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to do my dissertation...&lt;br /&gt;A topic is to be chosen first...&lt;br /&gt;A proposal is to be submitted and approved...&lt;br /&gt;Only then I can start with my dissertation...&lt;br /&gt;I am still in study mode...&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that time will be passing by in such speed...&lt;br /&gt;Need to look up for job...&lt;br /&gt;Employment in this economic downturn period is almost&lt;br /&gt;impossible...&lt;br /&gt;But do I have a choice?I have to decide where to work...&lt;br /&gt;It's very irritating, annoying, troublesome, confusing, sick...&lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever you want to name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Growing up is life of fading colours accompanied with lonesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgGjZOlwFuI/AAAAAAAAApA/T0goLLlShrU/s1600-h/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgGjZOlwFuI/AAAAAAAAApA/T0goLLlShrU/s320/1878890jyulo5pt3t.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723087591872226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3313568802435528304?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3313568802435528304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3313568802435528304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3313568802435528304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3313568802435528304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-smell-holiday.html' title='I smell HOLIDAY'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SgGeLwU7xyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FwQxqgdgh-k/s72-c/1375767sbxkiaptwc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3311249118517744790</id><published>2009-04-30T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:12:16.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been pretty busy later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished one paper yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;And now preparing for the other one...&lt;br /&gt;One more paper to go then I will have to start&lt;br /&gt;with my dissertation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SflNg-Q-mpI/AAAAAAAAAog/nH0e7rU-u0M/s1600-h/480419f38gzdedqd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 43px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SflNg-Q-mpI/AAAAAAAAAog/nH0e7rU-u0M/s400/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330376862835055250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just moved out last few&lt;br /&gt;days...Now staying at a&lt;br /&gt; friend's place...I like it here...&lt;br /&gt;Though I have to sleep in the living room...&lt;br /&gt;I just like it here...The people are nice,&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen is clean...&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to face&lt;br /&gt;those stupid kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SflOkumG4EI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0rk1DcQ6SOY/s1600-h/%5Bwallcoo.com%5D_1280x1024_echi_echi_pigeon_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SflOkumG4EI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0rk1DcQ6SOY/s400/%5Bwallcoo.com%5D_1280x1024_echi_echi_pigeon_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330378026859814978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't need anyone to tell me what to do so just get the heck out off my sight !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3311249118517744790?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3311249118517744790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3311249118517744790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3311249118517744790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3311249118517744790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam-fever.html' title='Exam Fever'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SflNg-Q-mpI/AAAAAAAAAog/nH0e7rU-u0M/s72-c/480419f38gzdedqd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8039703605480121328</id><published>2009-04-21T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:18:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Housemate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me introduce to you my housemate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I entered into the kitchen, I found this... As you can see clearly in the picture shown, the stove is flooded with water. I purposely put the picture to large size so that you can have a clearer view. How can you not be annoyed?! Hello, if you spilt the water all over the place sure you will wipe it with a cloth. This is how a normal person would act... But my housemate totally IGNORE it!!! For your information, I already cleaned the stove few days back, if not, this will not be the scene you see. What you will see is a stove covered with some dried rice, piece of hotdog, a layer of oil, few drops of dry soya sos and then plus today's water. Come on, I already cleaned the stove (let me remind you again, I am the only one who clean the stove in this house as my housemate and I, we are the only 2 who use the kitchen often), why don't you just clean up your own mess... I am pretty sure that you hands won't broke and it won't hurt!!!  This is not the first d*mn thing she did that annoyed me... I am faded up with her and her roommate and the friend... Because they are the source of noise pollution in this house!!! She speaks turkish (short form of turkey english) loudly everyday with the mother. I can't understand what she is trying to say...I don't mean to eavesdrop their conversation, the fact is that I can still hear her with my door shut!!! For God's sake, please lower down you volume, you don't need peace, somebody else need!!! Despite of taking up all the spaces at the balcony for hanging out clothes and the spaces to put shoes and the spaces in the kitchen and the spaces in the fridge... ... I promise you there are more to come...  Just stay tune... And thanks heaps for your precious time and attention to read this sh*t about my houesemate... I am being polite not to call them b*tches.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of my flooded stove... Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Se3fhdJH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eDmAmajJCWc/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Se3fhdJH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eDmAmajJCWc/s400/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327159700100736402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Se3fl9NW80I/AAAAAAAAAoY/FrUk0uQeG8I/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Se3fl9NW80I/AAAAAAAAAoY/FrUk0uQeG8I/s400/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327159777427911490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: I HATE MY HOUSEMATES THAT LIVE NEXT DOOR!!! MY ADVICE TO HER IS TO IMPORVE THE ENGLISH PLEASE, I AM NOT BLUFFING, EVEN PRIMARY SCHOOL KIDS HAVE BETTER ENGLISH PRONUNCIATION  THAN SHE HAS!!! SERIOUSLY~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8039703605480121328?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8039703605480121328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8039703605480121328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8039703605480121328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8039703605480121328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-housemate.html' title='My Housemate'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Se3fhdJH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eDmAmajJCWc/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-9122615803351539732</id><published>2009-04-19T11:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:16:30.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqlGnGbLrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/05OMgp-z3w0/s1600-h/1071591pgfittsj2z.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqlGnGbLrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/05OMgp-z3w0/s320/1071591pgfittsj2z.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326251042312761010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seqk1NJ5yhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0GSbhNNSkVE/s1600-h/1371272tgfuhmqxc7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seqk1NJ5yhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0GSbhNNSkVE/s320/1371272tgfuhmqxc7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250743290251794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seqkk-WlTPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/dTXpQuNhgIY/s1600-h/1234222mdtp9n9c95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seqkk-WlTPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/dTXpQuNhgIY/s320/1234222mdtp9n9c95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250464438996210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqketJYfII/AAAAAAAAAno/vv5B8GMg1dU/s1600-h/1131312rnznvr0irr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqketJYfII/AAAAAAAAAno/vv5B8GMg1dU/s320/1131312rnznvr0irr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250356741012610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqkNfNnC4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WckO7lvz2s8/s1600-h/424080wdu98xovsm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 46px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqkNfNnC4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WckO7lvz2s8/s320/424080wdu98xovsm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250060942871426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqkXvlDmCI/AAAAAAAAAng/KyoOFSewM_s/s1600-h/1289183fi6jpf9l0f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqkXvlDmCI/AAAAAAAAAng/KyoOFSewM_s/s320/1289183fi6jpf9l0f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250237134870562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqeRJPlCqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2J0aAtv6HOI/s1600-h/301180bptdyynaok.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqeRJPlCqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2J0aAtv6HOI/s320/301180bptdyynaok.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326243526695258786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes these graphics... They speak... for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-9122615803351539732?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/9122615803351539732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=9122615803351539732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9122615803351539732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9122615803351539732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeqlGnGbLrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/05OMgp-z3w0/s72-c/1071591pgfittsj2z.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2930040828974840585</id><published>2009-04-17T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:07:41.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy UpClose 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seh-l8J6iTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/C4EkVP6VnwY/s1600-h/buddy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seh-l8J6iTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/C4EkVP6VnwY/s320/buddy2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325645749633583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has always been so adorable, how can one not love him???&lt;br /&gt;I truly heart him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2930040828974840585?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2930040828974840585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2930040828974840585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2930040828974840585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2930040828974840585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/buddy-upclose-2.html' title='Buddy UpClose 2'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seh-l8J6iTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/C4EkVP6VnwY/s72-c/buddy2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-8107853114636837272</id><published>2009-04-17T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:04:12.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seg3TuqSM9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/lv58vV7b2dY/s1600-h/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 46px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seg3TuqSM9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/lv58vV7b2dY/s320/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567371448038354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am exhausted... Because no one seems to appreciate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8107853114636837272?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8107853114636837272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8107853114636837272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8107853114636837272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8107853114636837272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Seg3TuqSM9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/lv58vV7b2dY/s72-c/655471x7zqb0snqn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4416833817141255917</id><published>2009-04-11T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:52:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything is so wrong. Everything is so misplaced. Nothing makes any sense now. Why do I need to go through these? My mind is now blank. My heart is melting. My life is a mess right now. I am about to crumble. I tried to cry but my eyes are dry. I have no idea how long I can undertake these. I want to get out of my life. But there is nowhere to hide. I feel like I don't belong here. There is no place for me here. I am still not ready for these. I am a coward, I admit. I am afraid to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeDJkUxWYvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MuV6ZFvkSpc/s1600-h/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 39px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeDJkUxWYvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MuV6ZFvkSpc/s320/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323476385440097010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please let me walk through these with courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4416833817141255917?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4416833817141255917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4416833817141255917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4416833817141255917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4416833817141255917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/04/despressed.html' title='Despressed'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SeDJkUxWYvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MuV6ZFvkSpc/s72-c/2082260ktm5ybsrnf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-9108936023305705708</id><published>2009-03-29T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:37:32.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Very Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sc-SQrC3d1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HtqPMrQrdzI/s1600-h/739313d1zzgp3n84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sc-SQrC3d1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HtqPMrQrdzI/s320/739313d1zzgp3n84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318630500078155602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long before this, I have a very immature thinking of that everyone in this world is very nice, they should be very friendly, but now that I know it is just a stupid thought. People nowadays are very self-centred, they think of themselves before anyone else, they are egoistic, they talk nonsenses, they are not understanding, they don't tolerent, most of them are uncivilized, they have no manner, they are rude, they are hypocritical, they thought they are the fairest of them all, they are swallow, they are immature, they are lazy, they have no cleanliness sense, they act stupid, they are just immature... I felt so small when I am around these people, I am helpless, I am lonely, I am invisible, I will vanish with the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sc-VVHxUVGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/L8EFOb1Qm98/s1600-h/959266sk2bnp02of.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 45px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sc-VVHxUVGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/L8EFOb1Qm98/s320/959266sk2bnp02of.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318633875043538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am just being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-9108936023305705708?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/9108936023305705708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=9108936023305705708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9108936023305705708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9108936023305705708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-is-very-sick.html' title='The World is Very Sick'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sc-SQrC3d1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HtqPMrQrdzI/s72-c/739313d1zzgp3n84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7625879654056005921</id><published>2009-03-26T23:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:36:02.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Department</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26th of March is a vital date for boyfriend and I. Though boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;is a not-so-romantic guy, no doubt I am happy to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;After a short discussion, we have decided to go back to&lt;br /&gt;Fullhouse for a lunch. Prior to this, he decided&lt;br /&gt;to bring me to Sakea Sushi for the&lt;br /&gt;celebration but somehow it is&lt;br /&gt;over-budget. It's alright&lt;br /&gt;for me though,&lt;br /&gt;as long as&lt;br /&gt;we have each other.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some amendment I made for the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scwxd7AnoXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1TEiw_70NYI/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scwxd7AnoXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1TEiw_70NYI/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317679650143969650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw22TIJjtI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rWgRKLGc6zM/s1600-h/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw22TIJjtI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rWgRKLGc6zM/s320/1535542cn6pq96k0s.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317685566493003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four years have not been easy though.&lt;br /&gt;We went through long distance relationship for&lt;br /&gt;more than one year and will be going through it in the&lt;br /&gt;near future.However, I am willing to give it a try for another&lt;br /&gt;4 years or longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scwx8zH-p_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/2l-qSwxoIGg/s1600-h/uni.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scwx8zH-p_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/2l-qSwxoIGg/s320/uni.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317680180603299826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw38XhXOXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uU6q9-sjbY8/s1600-h/989332aj28ukpjv1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw38XhXOXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uU6q9-sjbY8/s320/989332aj28ukpjv1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317686770263341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly a blessed day for the two of us yesterday as the&lt;br /&gt;rain came pouring down half an hour after we got&lt;br /&gt;home. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScwySSc-gtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_pShoHxbMlA/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScwySSc-gtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_pShoHxbMlA/s320/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317680549790122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw6AOv-wyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/746phszzWMg/s1600-h/937080odj9ave3dl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw6AOv-wyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/746phszzWMg/s200/937080odj9ave3dl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317689035651466018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw5p5HxrPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OYJU6w35jdE/s1600-h/edit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scw5p5HxrPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OYJU6w35jdE/s200/edit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317688651888569586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for making this day happens ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7625879654056005921?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7625879654056005921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7625879654056005921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7625879654056005921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7625879654056005921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-love-department.html' title='My Love Department'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scwxd7AnoXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1TEiw_70NYI/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5320073106011001884</id><published>2009-03-23T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:30:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My WishList</title><content type='html'>I seriously need these things though some are my wants. LOL. But frankly speaking a girl's closet is always lack of a pair of trousers, a blouse, a t-shirt, a dress, a pair of shoes... ... ... "Enough" is not in my dictionary. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScdIonVM_HI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yAQyYesMe6Y/s1600-h/1264444er9u1ed4nw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScdIonVM_HI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yAQyYesMe6Y/s320/1264444er9u1ed4nw.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316297747724041330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scc8xJgyNUI/AAAAAAAAAko/xBwslL13BmY/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Scc8xJgyNUI/AAAAAAAAAko/xBwslL13BmY/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316284700198843714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A nice and durable umbrella. {A need}&lt;br /&gt;2. A pair of shoes, sandals maybe. { A need ^^}&lt;br /&gt;3. A jacket. {A need}&lt;br /&gt;4. A pair of jeans. {A want but I haven't buy jeans since last year}&lt;br /&gt;5. A dress. {A want but the one I want is very X2 nice}&lt;br /&gt;6. One more bag pls. {This is definitely a want... So?}&lt;br /&gt;7. A personal driver.{A dream}&lt;br /&gt;8. A personal stylish. {A dream}&lt;br /&gt;9. A personal cook to fulfill all my desires for food.{A serious    dream}&lt;br /&gt;10. A servant. {Definitely all girls wants}&lt;br /&gt;If I keep on with the list, trust me it will never end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The picture speaks a thousand words ~ Go the way your heart desires~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5320073106011001884?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5320073106011001884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5320073106011001884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5320073106011001884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5320073106011001884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-wishlist.html' title='My WishList'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScdIonVM_HI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yAQyYesMe6Y/s72-c/1264444er9u1ed4nw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1912256396853781003</id><published>2009-03-22T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 3 years-11 months and 26 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 more days and it will officially be our 4th year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me whether or not I am excited to celebrate our official 1,460 days together.&lt;br /&gt;Because boyfriend is definitely not a romantic guy. I have a bunch full of proves of his unromantic history. For example on the Valentine's Day, he didn't&lt;br /&gt; buy flower for me as he thinks it's waste of money; when&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw the dress I have been longing for&lt;br /&gt;and I can't quite afford now then&lt;br /&gt;he said "never mind, I will pay&lt;br /&gt;half for the dress..." instead&lt;br /&gt; of buying it for me to give&lt;br /&gt;me a surprise...; and I&lt;br /&gt; never had any&lt;br /&gt;surprises in&lt;br /&gt;the pass&lt;br /&gt;3 years...&lt;br /&gt;So this is why I don't have&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt; expectation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScXrn2J6CQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v3mZckqAbk/s1600-h/480419f38gzdedqd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 43px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScXrn2J6CQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v3mZckqAbk/s320/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315914004965230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite of those unromantic history,&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend is still a very touching guy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;He carries my bag whenever I said I am tired though my bag makes him look sissy.&lt;br /&gt;He sweeps my room and mops the floor. He gives me messages whenever I need it.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh whenever he sees me in gloom. He prepares&lt;br /&gt;my shower water for me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;He cooks my lunch on most of the&lt;br /&gt;weekends. He is&lt;br /&gt;being supportive whenever I need&lt;br /&gt;his support. He is like my guardian&lt;br /&gt;angel. He never knew how grateful I am for&lt;br /&gt;I have him by my side for always. He stays with&lt;br /&gt;my during my gloomy days. He is there in my every sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;He has a strong passion  for Gandum, Kamen Rider, basketball, Japanese animations,&lt;br /&gt;games and FOOD. He is a ten-year-old kid in a 23 years old body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScXrn2J6CQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v3mZckqAbk/s1600-h/480419f38gzdedqd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 43px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScXrn2J6CQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v3mZckqAbk/s320/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315914004965230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Out of many of the above reasons, the bottom line is that I Love Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1912256396853781003?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1912256396853781003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1912256396853781003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1912256396853781003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1912256396853781003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/ScXrn2J6CQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8v3mZckqAbk/s72-c/480419f38gzdedqd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3678243155332355029</id><published>2009-03-17T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:26:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optometry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sb8CXCh3udI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cDgCsdHbs9c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sb8CXCh3udI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cDgCsdHbs9c/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313968680159656402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I became a patient for my friend who is doing optometry. She is having a test yesterday thus she asked me to help and it is really my honour. She will be the future to be optometrist. However she hates that. Well, it was a great experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optometry test lab is located at the 8th floor. Once I entered into the building, all I saw is green! I was surrounded by GREEN. LOL. I don't quite like green personally thus this comment is a personal one. And there are a lot of doors. What I mean is 5 to 6 in just one single room. Despite that, all the future-to-be optometrists are very professional. Actually an eye test is not a new thing to me for I am wearing specs myself. Yesterday, my friend really impressed me. The tests they carried out are a detailed evaluation of human eyes. She used an equipment (that is what I called it) which looks like a special torch light to look right into my pupils and to see my nerves. This process is a very exhausting one for the two of us as I have to keep my eyes wide open and stare hard at a point and she has to stare hard into the tool and check my nerves. Both of us were sweating after this test though the lab has a centralized air-conditioning system. According to her, the tool is used to check the health of nerves of the patient. And mine are in a good physical shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test lasted for 2 hours plus. Though I just sit there, it was still strenuous. By contrast, it was a pretty amazing experience for me. One more thing, I have to go back for the test next monday and this time the lecturer wants to test me. I hope everything goes smoothly then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3678243155332355029?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3678243155332355029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3678243155332355029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3678243155332355029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3678243155332355029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/optometry.html' title='Optometry'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/Sb8CXCh3udI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cDgCsdHbs9c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7524213605977544444</id><published>2009-03-07T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:52:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually ^^</title><content type='html'>I have been stuck in the condo for 2 weeks or so... excluding going to school, go out to have my daily meals, going to do weekly groceries. Life starts to get bored. And finally I went to the Curve this morning!!! Oh, you have no idea how delighted I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend brought home half dozen of cupcakes. I have been longing for this cupcake since last year... Eventually I get to taste it. Here is the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI7MVIAzdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RdoeLRsBhas/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI7MVIAzdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RdoeLRsBhas/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310371993638456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the content of the little box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI7hqC0ocI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bDhQv_YFoTs/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI7hqC0ocI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bDhQv_YFoTs/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310372360031084994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this at a really cheap price, surprisingly. Juicy looking strawberries, I hope them are not too sour to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI905RAFlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ia3M4E9xenM/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI905RAFlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ia3M4E9xenM/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310374889557857874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done with the food for the satisfaction for my appetite, and here are these food for my tired skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI-Gd7SQPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/k1MJ7-1VMnw/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI-Gd7SQPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/k1MJ7-1VMnw/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310375191456661746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. After this I have to be immovable again in this condo until I complete my academic reports. Well, at least I still have this day to have down pat. Cheers ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7524213605977544444?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7524213605977544444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7524213605977544444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7524213605977544444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7524213605977544444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/03/eventually.html' title='Eventually ^^'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SbI7MVIAzdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RdoeLRsBhas/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7510635599406126346</id><published>2009-02-23T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:52:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen?</title><content type='html'>Last week I lost my bottle of ketchup and peeler then today I lost a pack of vege!!!! Oh my god, don't u know what u just bought from the market??? Why can't u recognize what u bought??? really pissed me off!!!! don't tell me u don't know what you bought!!!! This is ridicuous!!!! Unacceptable!!! And I also happen to lost an egg... I put it at the sink and then it disappeared into the air!!!!!!!!!!!  curse u!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7510635599406126346?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7510635599406126346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7510635599406126346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7510635599406126346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7510635599406126346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happen.html' title='What happen?'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-6360450365618597458</id><published>2009-02-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:29:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once In a Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>I am sick...&lt;br /&gt;Running nose, pain in the muscle, headache, dizziness ...&lt;br /&gt;Hate being sick!&lt;br /&gt;I have an assignment to be submitted within 2 weeks time and I haven't even started yet!&lt;br /&gt;I am so not in the mood to do it but I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep well because of the extremely hot weather here.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover something really strange happened in the place I stay.&lt;br /&gt;At first I lost my fruit peeler then I lost the whole bottle of ketchup (let me remind you, I only used it for couple of times). So, what's next? My cup, my plate ... ... ARG... whatsoever !!!&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a new ketchup and this time I wrote name on it so that it won't disappear into the air AGAIN !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6360450365618597458?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6360450365618597458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6360450365618597458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6360450365618597458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6360450365618597458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='Once In a Blue Moon'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3569836521866202464</id><published>2009-02-04T09:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:22:49.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Like No Others</title><content type='html'>The Lunar Year celebration is too short for me. Or maybe it is just that time is passing too fast. If I put it this way, telling myself that time is passing by like a rocket's speed and not that the holiday is short, I will probably feel better, I guess. Or not, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be going off in a couple of days. And this time when I come home, I will be graduating. Wow, what a relief. But also means double up the burden on my shoulder, double up the time for burning the midnight oil, minus twice the time for me to rest, fooling around, eat, watching movies, and every other things, double up the stress!!!!!! Oh, I am about to panic, crumble, burst, and maybe fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all of those unpleasant and scary possibilities, I am most grateful I have my supportive  and lovely family. Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, Father, Mother and Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SYkB8c7p2hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/fjOYSTsk2hk/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SYkB8c7p2hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/fjOYSTsk2hk/s320/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298768574648277522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: I am the author of my life, unfortunately I can't erase my mistakes or overwrite my past ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3569836521866202464?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3569836521866202464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3569836521866202464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3569836521866202464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3569836521866202464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-like-no-others.html' title='A Love Like No Others'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SYkB8c7p2hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/fjOYSTsk2hk/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2250538636600127509</id><published>2009-01-18T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:30:18.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will reach home in no time!!!</title><content type='html'>Excited, I am very excited right now.&lt;br /&gt;Words are just not enough to describe how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;Since that day when my mum using all her resources to search for me, she went to my friend's office to ask for my bf's number, called my cellphone for like 20 over times, even my dad was calling me for uncountable times... Just because I left my phone in my bag after coming back from shopping, moreover, I set my phone to silent mode... Oh My God, I really scared the shit out of my parents especially my beloved mother. She called my bf and he was having class then. She asked he to tell me to give her a call when he sees me after his class. Instead of waiting for the class to end, he ran to look for me that instance. I am really sorry for that. Please everyone who is involved in this 'searching for kiew hieling' activity (Irene, Jimmy), accept my apology... I promise this will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, around 5pm, I received a sms from kim, she asked my to be her patient for she is doing optometry practice. She is the future to be optometrist. But she said she will not be an optometrist. She wants to open a pastry shop. I will always support her decisions. Hope to catch up with her during this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2250538636600127509?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2250538636600127509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2250538636600127509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2250538636600127509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2250538636600127509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-reach-home-in-no-time.html' title='I will reach home in no time!!!'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-8479463753172502577</id><published>2009-01-11T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:26:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekends</title><content type='html'>For shoppers, Saturdays and Sundays are more than perfect for shopping!!! And the food always plays an important role to made the day. We had Taiwanese food on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoXIqex_XI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Px7g36bD3Uc/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoXIqex_XI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Px7g36bD3Uc/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290066149909855602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my XXL crispy chicken chop. It is huge but it does not taste as it appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWvD18SMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CGy3qgTaCms/s1600-h/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWvD18SMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CGy3qgTaCms/s320/DSC00075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290065710041286850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His chicken chop set with bean curb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoW8pKAy8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/My2OldtLib0/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoW8pKAy8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/My2OldtLib0/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290065943395879874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A side dish - Omelet rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoXRVWVfLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/04wJ39Vz8Ps/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoXRVWVfLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/04wJ39Vz8Ps/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290066298856111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mango Ice-cream which is quite costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what we had for Sunday. I am sick and tired of fast foods thus we went to have something instead of fast foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWiFcdZ-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/gVZZ3G9fWDY/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWiFcdZ-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/gVZZ3G9fWDY/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290065487132977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a Japanese style noodle with fried pork pieces. And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWXjuMV6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/HBFUCu6lpnc/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoWXjuMV6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/HBFUCu6lpnc/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290065306281858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a clay-pot 'lao shu fen' (direct translation from Chinese words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-8479463753172502577?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/8479463753172502577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=8479463753172502577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8479463753172502577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/8479463753172502577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-weekends.html' title='My Weekends'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SWoXIqex_XI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Px7g36bD3Uc/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1958314872098532358</id><published>2009-01-06T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:00:49.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Action</title><content type='html'>School started at 3rd of Jan. Everything went peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering why am I still up here writing this blog? Well, it's simply because I don't feel sleepy. I had a very long siesta this afternoon. Shouldn't do that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is simply a random posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hell BORED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the BOREDOM go awayyyyy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1958314872098532358?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1958314872098532358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1958314872098532358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1958314872098532358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1958314872098532358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-action_06.html' title='Back to Action'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3259447120293097613</id><published>2008-12-31T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:51:31.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time passes,&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought of what have you achieve in this year?&lt;br /&gt;Graduate...&lt;br /&gt;Promotion...&lt;br /&gt;Salary increasing...&lt;br /&gt; Get a driving license...&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new house/ car or both...&lt;br /&gt;A new boy/girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Loss/Gain some weight...&lt;br /&gt;There are too much to be recalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gain, in the mean while you also lost.&lt;br /&gt;And what have you lost in this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit back and think quietly alone, many memories may flash through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories, bad memories, those you wished would never happen&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we choose to remain the good ones and delete the bad ones from our mind?&lt;br /&gt;Time can cure any sadness, there is a saying which goes like this&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;Can time really cure any of those depression?&lt;br /&gt;It's very subjective...&lt;br /&gt;For those who lost their love ones, time is not going to lessen the pain and bring away the gloom&lt;br /&gt;When time passes they miss their love ones even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2009 and Farewell 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: say whatever you want to say now because tomorrow maybe one day late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;        To my family, I love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;        To my friends, I love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;        To the boyfriend, I love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3259447120293097613?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3259447120293097613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3259447120293097613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3259447120293097613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3259447120293097613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/summary-of-2008.html' title='Summary of 2008'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-6127882646206981560</id><published>2008-12-26T22:22:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:03:06.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirtsmas O Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are required for this m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ason? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree is definitely a must for Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVTq7JxvFKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QY9GffBVCo8/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVTq7JxvFKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QY9GffBVCo8/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106564770141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVTphnaGlyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XTWk09IKuY0/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVTphnaGlyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XTWk09IKuY0/s320/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284105026535855906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Couple of bus tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUMyvZeMcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yjGK09j_vu4/s1600-h/edit10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUMyvZeMcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yjGK09j_vu4/s320/edit10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143803645440450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A bunch of friends to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULANU9iVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/N1pBKjB1GEg/s1600-h/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULANU9iVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/N1pBKjB1GEg/s320/edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284141835994630482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULOjPQT5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/PgkMv44-UkY/s1600-h/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULOjPQT5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/PgkMv44-UkY/s320/edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284142082394443666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUK1Bg9CzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_G49R1jI4FE/s1600-h/edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUK1Bg9CzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_G49R1jI4FE/s320/edit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284141643845143346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prosperous meal and thriving drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUJpztlTxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1YxWS5IyElQ/s1600-h/edit9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUJpztlTxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1YxWS5IyElQ/s320/edit9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140351649828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKVuxOwaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ixD_R7WNzvI/s1600-h/edit6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKVuxOwaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ixD_R7WNzvI/s320/edit6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284141106237194658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUJ4ss_9UI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fn62umRUN_E/s1600-h/edit8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUJ4ss_9UI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fn62umRUN_E/s320/edit8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140607466370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKHlSiHpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Qs-3LAF35C4/s1600-h/edit7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKHlSiHpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Qs-3LAF35C4/s320/edit7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284140863174352530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps dessert before heading home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULcA_4gFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/npxAcaq9SLI/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVULcA_4gFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/npxAcaq9SLI/s320/edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284142313721331794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND OF COURSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift from the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKmjuTNrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/e2xwa0DTTLE/s1600-h/edit5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUKmjuTNrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/e2xwa0DTTLE/s320/edit5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284141395329889970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To give a stunning ending for this marvelous season, a final touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERHAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of vodkas served chilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUMGcm88fI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FZ9PrsF-7wg/s1600-h/edit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVUMGcm88fI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FZ9PrsF-7wg/s320/edit4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143042687463922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: Merry Christmas People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6127882646206981560?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6127882646206981560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6127882646206981560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6127882646206981560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6127882646206981560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/chirtsmas-o-christmas.html' title='Chirtsmas O Christmas'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SVTq7JxvFKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QY9GffBVCo8/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4520897280119195544</id><published>2008-12-19T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:46:20.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stroll @ The Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am officially of holidays!!! I like to go out on weekdays for I do not have to bear with the crowds... I can do that because I am still a student now... Enjoy my uni life... And the daily stroll ends with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SUuEO2vMWII/AAAAAAAAAfk/sZxzUl0Krtc/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SUuEO2vMWII/AAAAAAAAAfk/sZxzUl0Krtc/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281460378768529538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fresh rose ** I was thrilled... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SUuEVJ0wb4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1O7JtOhTjI8/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SUuEVJ0wb4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1O7JtOhTjI8/s320/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281460486971355010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo sticker taken then heading to movie... What a blissful day it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4520897280119195544?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4520897280119195544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4520897280119195544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4520897280119195544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4520897280119195544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/stroll-curve.html' title='A Stroll @ The Curve'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SUuEO2vMWII/AAAAAAAAAfk/sZxzUl0Krtc/s72-c/DSC00095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2826251084296905425</id><published>2008-12-11T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:20:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused. Frustrated. What-so-ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exam sucks...&lt;br /&gt;My life... sucks even more...&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that I am&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;Confused...&lt;br /&gt;Sick...&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden all the things seem meaningless to me...&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know it myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is so out of order...&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the heck out of here...&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;Choking...&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2826251084296905425?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2826251084296905425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2826251084296905425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2826251084296905425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2826251084296905425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/confused-frustrated-what-so-ever.html' title='Confused. Frustrated. What-so-ever.'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-1823537879097087975</id><published>2008-12-08T09:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:36:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Like No Others - Fullhouse</title><content type='html'>No idea where to go during weekends or the special day... Fullhouse is definitely the place...&lt;br /&gt;I have been dying of wanting to come here since the first time I discover this place, but I don't enjoy not even a bit. All because of the crowd and the noise. Out of a sudden this peaceful little hideout become so hectic, so happening, and so packed with people. Despite that, I still prefer this white and home-like tea house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is just around the corner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STx0Z4vV_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/v_DJbf2eTsg/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STx0Z4vV_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/v_DJbf2eTsg/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277220851447889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The board said "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STx0JfOHhNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9i8BM1cpeo0/s1600-h/DSC00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STx0JfOHhNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9i8BM1cpeo0/s320/DSC00058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277220569719735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food is just fine but I love the drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxz0VqbSSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VmI3ktqdXuE/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxz0VqbSSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VmI3ktqdXuE/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277220206376864034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzsWkRSNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_JI3tP-gIPc/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzsWkRSNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_JI3tP-gIPc/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277220069180524754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzemcoT2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/PX3jhZiKKog/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzemcoT2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/PX3jhZiKKog/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219832925278050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzWBzVbwI/AAAAAAAAAes/7aoWWoYcLjI/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzWBzVbwI/AAAAAAAAAes/7aoWWoYcLjI/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219685649444610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxz88BlZPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D1zizGXG75c/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxz88BlZPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D1zizGXG75c/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277220354113496306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the wall finished with painting and bf is quite impressed with the painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzFs74LJI/AAAAAAAAAek/5FGdCrbjK40/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxzFs74LJI/AAAAAAAAAek/5FGdCrbjK40/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219405170224274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking  at this remind me it's time to go, happy moments do not last forever but memories do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxy9ASGxyI/AAAAAAAAAec/aRCQD_5pW0g/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxy9ASGxyI/AAAAAAAAAec/aRCQD_5pW0g/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219255744907042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~One more secret ingredient for the memory soup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxyjJjnpwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IB6rU-TBz1U/s1600-h/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STxyjJjnpwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IB6rU-TBz1U/s320/DSC00068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277218811557684994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1823537879097087975?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1823537879097087975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1823537879097087975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1823537879097087975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1823537879097087975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/place-like-no-others-fullhouse.html' title='A Place Like No Others - Fullhouse'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STx0Z4vV_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/v_DJbf2eTsg/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3215794644555123617</id><published>2008-12-06T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:08:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy, Up-Close</title><content type='html'>Took these pictures this afternoon while I was doing my notes for the exam... He behaves today that's how I managed to take close picture of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STqF4rJLWlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xTJDh8wifdo/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STqF4rJLWlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xTJDh8wifdo/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677122118343250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his cute face, who would not fall for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STqGAiiNvlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q3d1ebQTr5M/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STqGAiiNvlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q3d1ebQTr5M/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677257246391890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to have him around=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3215794644555123617?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3215794644555123617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3215794644555123617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3215794644555123617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3215794644555123617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/buddy-up-close.html' title='Buddy, Up-Close'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STqF4rJLWlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xTJDh8wifdo/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3997967678436826036</id><published>2008-12-04T15:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:03:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*The New Member*~</title><content type='html'>He belongs to my housemate. We call him 'Buddy'. He is still a puppy, a shy and naughty puppy. He is acting like a 5 month old kid, putting everything inside his mouth and intends to swallow them, though he is 5 month-old himself. I am very fond of him the 1st day I met him but he was just the opposite. However, now this is not the case, he loves me too. He follows where ever I go and stay beside me (even if his owner is home)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf does not like him too much for he dislike every fury living creatures. He told me when I went to take my shower, Buddy is scrolling at the door of the bathroom waiting for me. It's true because whenever I open the bathroom door after shower or what-so-ever, I will see him waiting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to take these few pictures of him yesterday. Because he was too reckless due to stomachache I think... Because he throw up and dispose a lot yesterday. Thank God today he is fine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeOq5yzKKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WUpmLnqIevY/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeOq5yzKKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WUpmLnqIevY/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275842356207364258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeK8CH-ykI/AAAAAAAAAds/edjyVrjAdrI/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeK8CH-ykI/AAAAAAAAAds/edjyVrjAdrI/s320/DSC00039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275838252454955586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeLGwdU1qI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ssY0Dc2yjwA/s1600-h/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeLGwdU1qI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ssY0Dc2yjwA/s320/DSC00041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275838436691203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeKZ4g246I/AAAAAAAAAdU/nqGB0O74O4o/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeKZ4g246I/AAAAAAAAAdU/nqGB0O74O4o/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275837665759388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3997967678436826036?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3997967678436826036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3997967678436826036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3997967678436826036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3997967678436826036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-member.html' title='~*The New Member*~'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STeOq5yzKKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WUpmLnqIevY/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6191680379072058680</id><published>2008-12-03T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:05:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STYyZPXdUEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gV7pgQPdQOI/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STYyZPXdUEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gV7pgQPdQOI/s320/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275459422714155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lift is still damaged!!! It has been four or five months I think... The management promised that the lift will be fixed at the end of November but today is already the 3rd of Dec!!! The time taken to fixed the lift is too long until the warning board also worn out its functional life... This is the hell I stay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6191680379072058680?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6191680379072058680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6191680379072058680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6191680379072058680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6191680379072058680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/12/unbearable.html' title='Unbearable'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STYyZPXdUEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gV7pgQPdQOI/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-1959805445317536508</id><published>2008-11-30T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:45:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise. *Be-lated Birth Present*</title><content type='html'>After months of assignment-struggling, I need some relaxation ... It's time for shopping... I suggested to go to Sunway Pyramid... As he promised, a bag for me when he got his salary from the part time job he did few months back... This is what I got... I am not a fan for green but this one touches my heart... And I haven't use up my quota yet!!! Which means I can still shop for more... Thanks bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKibr0cJ3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/nRk3kHph8bA/s1600-h/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKibr0cJ3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/nRk3kHph8bA/s320/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274456710107113330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the design of the plastic bag. Simply entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKiv-BkcEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xwptGA_KOkg/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKiv-BkcEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xwptGA_KOkg/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274457058591404098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The content of the plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKjS3Tn0QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4dNfAPOe3Tk/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKjS3Tn0QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4dNfAPOe3Tk/s320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274457658083496194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mickey mouse carry bag it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKi-zogfYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mvqxbE9Ys8g/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKi-zogfYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mvqxbE9Ys8g/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274457313499970946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walt Disney, it's meant for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fundamental rule of time, live life to its fullness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-1959805445317536508?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/1959805445317536508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=1959805445317536508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1959805445317536508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/1959805445317536508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/11/promise-be-lated-birth-present.html' title='A Promise. *Be-lated Birth Present*'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/STKibr0cJ3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/nRk3kHph8bA/s72-c/DSC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-7378401933532811492</id><published>2008-11-28T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:08:27.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SS_s9cG0gkI/AAAAAAAAAck/aRe-NjG-dlA/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SS_s9cG0gkI/AAAAAAAAAck/aRe-NjG-dlA/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273694228935115330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have finished my assignment finally!!! Hand in tomorrow but the suffering just begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7378401933532811492?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7378401933532811492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7378401933532811492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7378401933532811492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7378401933532811492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/11/completion.html' title='Completion'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SS_s9cG0gkI/AAAAAAAAAck/aRe-NjG-dlA/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-9192194457737242896</id><published>2008-11-19T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:50:17.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so worn out recently&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very hassled&lt;br /&gt;Not getting enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;Like I am going to crumble anytime&lt;br /&gt;Should I show it or just conceal these behind that ugly mask or should I not&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me this is uni life... I will definitely crush that very person who would to tell me this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SSNwA2XpKPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DqyGACpREn8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SSNwA2XpKPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DqyGACpREn8/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270179148850604274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SSNwA2XpKPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DqyGACpREn8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SSNwA2XpKPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DqyGACpREn8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am too busy until I can't see the colour of the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-9192194457737242896?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/9192194457737242896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=9192194457737242896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9192194457737242896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/9192194457737242896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-worn-out-recently-feeling-very.html' title=''/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SSNwA2XpKPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DqyGACpREn8/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6040980540600967874</id><published>2008-11-08T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:19:39.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SRUCJZfo0HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/08sX_Ar5F5o/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SRUCJZfo0HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/08sX_Ar5F5o/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266117699765325938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clear blue sky is right on top of me... It's a great start of a day or what? I have no idea. I am still stuck here with my assignments. Making no progress at all though I force myself to sit down and think. And get myself to write something, at least something that is able to make it looks like assignment. Oh my god, what is gotten into my mind recently? I don't know, I guess I am just so pack up with stuffs... Mother's calling everyday to check on me on whether I am studying... Father calls once in a while asking me whether I have forgotten about him and why didn't I call him up... All these make it so not cool to be a grown-up...&lt;br /&gt;I think I have wasted enough time on blogging and now I really have to get into the assignment... again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6040980540600967874?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6040980540600967874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6040980540600967874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6040980540600967874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6040980540600967874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning-of-day.html' title='Beginning of A Day'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SRUCJZfo0HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/08sX_Ar5F5o/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-4723996688317299609</id><published>2008-10-29T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:50:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*You let me hold your hand means that you are my gf from now onwards*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, I am getting to let a new person into my life. A life that is flooded with dreams waiting to be implemented. Little do I know that I will be falling for this very person. He makes me understand that I can lean on someone for a little while. Not to be that untouchable, not to be so protective against others, not to be cold... I learn to smile, at least not show off my serious face so often. He lets me know that it's ok to fall. No doubt he does hurt me once in a while. Why does he do that? According to his 'excuse', he doesn't meant it 'every time'! At least he changes after every session of the 'I-am-sorry' conversation. This is what it really matters, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to stay in a long-term relationship if no one takes this seriously. It always takes two hands to clap. No one knows when or how will this loving couple be breaking up hence appreciate every moments you shared. It's now or never so those who are still holding on their feelings. Speak out loud, confess, tell the girl you are deeply, madly in love with her. Don't let her wait. It's not a gentleman to let a girl wait. Tell her you love her. There's nothing to be ashamed of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQiEuV8IebI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r7PpkxY5yIA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQiEuV8IebI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r7PpkxY5yIA/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262602096280631730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you more than you can imagine. And very sorry for the bads that I have done which hurt you. Thank you for letting me into your life too ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-4723996688317299609?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/4723996688317299609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=4723996688317299609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4723996688317299609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/4723996688317299609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession.html' title='The Confession'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQiEuV8IebI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r7PpkxY5yIA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-219004547688951717</id><published>2008-10-27T14:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:20:05.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This place is called NZX</title><content type='html'>The school is going to move to a place called Ara Damansara. We decided to pay the place a visit though we are not sure of the exact location. Off we go and here we are, ending up at the famous shopping centre around this area, the NZX. On a hot and sunny afternoon, we explore ourselves at this newly-built shopping centre. Who are in the team? Read on and you will discover every each of them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVjU2E_P1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/TVg5_2sXLA0/s1600-h/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVjU2E_P1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/TVg5_2sXLA0/s320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261720949417262930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVklNOFWcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jzuFP-0USJg/s1600-h/DSC00301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVklNOFWcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jzuFP-0USJg/s320/DSC00301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261722330018961858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVjjcCDLUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RbcLpkU7fr8/s1600-h/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVjjcCDLUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RbcLpkU7fr8/s320/DSC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261721200123653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is an elegant restaurant combined store, I guess elegant is just the word to descride it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVkMeec9mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UDC4Q2P1Jc8/s1600-h/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVkMeec9mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UDC4Q2P1Jc8/s320/DSC00053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261721905154291298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what it looks like inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVk0GCVWYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IknNvNzmdlE/s1600-h/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVk0GCVWYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IknNvNzmdlE/s320/DSC00298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261722585788668290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are impressed with this building... The only and only Starbucks... What is so impressive about this coffee shop? Well, it is a 3 storey high building standing by itself in the NZX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVlJOz4mqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/06G11nnUIyA/s1600-h/DSC00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVlJOz4mqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/06G11nnUIyA/s320/DSC00300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261722948921236130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are preparing these for the X-mas and Chinese New Year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVkAjoeEuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CmyczvwxzRE/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVkAjoeEuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CmyczvwxzRE/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261721700380054242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tree is not as real as it looks like, it is very much fake... It's standing here gracefully while the other plants are so much so facing the possibilities of fading away due to the artwork of mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVj0eWi--I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/47rG82SCLqo/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVj0eWi--I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/47rG82SCLqo/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261721492804271074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-219004547688951717?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/219004547688951717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=219004547688951717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/219004547688951717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/219004547688951717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-place-is-called-nzx.html' title='This place is called NZX'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SQVjU2E_P1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/TVg5_2sXLA0/s72-c/DSC00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-5762484615854875991</id><published>2008-10-15T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:25:42.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.I Season 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPXoMWc6SQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GBkHwS9vJOU/s1600-h/csizq5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPXoMWc6SQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GBkHwS9vJOU/s320/csizq5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257363438907836674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S.I is the one series that I had been enjoying watching since my secondary school... It has always being the all times favourite... Now, the CSIs are back to action again... I have been waiting for so long... I was inspired by the Miniature Killer from season 7... Season 8 surprised me with the relationship between Grissom and Sara... Moreover, it ended with Warrick being shot... I hate that, does it has to end up that way? What a heart-breaking scene it is... Grissom is covered with Warrick's blood, Catherine nearly collapses, Nick looks stunned and the lab transformed to a gloomy atmosphere... I am following this series for so long and I am sure to miss Warrick... Well, you know, I am C.S.I's big time fan... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a blog I read, it said that the Miniature Killer is back again and so is Lady Heather... I always have a feeling that Lady Heather has a thing to do with Grissom (this is of personal opinion)... lol... Anyway, C.S.I Season 9 is going to be both worth-waiting and exhilarating!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-5762484615854875991?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/5762484615854875991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=5762484615854875991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5762484615854875991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/5762484615854875991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/10/csi-season-9.html' title='C.S.I Season 9'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPXoMWc6SQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GBkHwS9vJOU/s72-c/csizq5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2661602038360101596</id><published>2008-10-14T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:09:15.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Lost Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPQa5W139tI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5QmQLSbwM6o/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPQa5W139tI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5QmQLSbwM6o/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256856237734622930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been seeing a rainbow like... don't know how long... It is the symbol of the beauty of mother nature...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2661602038360101596?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2661602038360101596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2661602038360101596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2661602038360101596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2661602038360101596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-lost-scene.html' title='A Long Lost Scene'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SPQa5W139tI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5QmQLSbwM6o/s72-c/DSC00372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-810770827287337074</id><published>2008-10-01T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:52:27.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am stuck with my assignments!!!!!!! This is not new, I am used to get stuck with my assignments... The problem is I don't even know how to get started with them. My head went blank when I look into the questions. Drawings, reference books, my point of view, essays, I know I need these to finish my reports but the question is how do I start. Assignments are killing me. They are my darkest nightmare. They are like boogie man hiding in the dark place... They are just scary!!! They are so scary that I try so hard to avoid them. This sucks a lot!!! I need to put myself together. After all, I am the one who is asking for this. Avoidance and ignorance are not going to help. I need to clear of my mind, take a deep breathe and think. Starting from the very beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ya... starting it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--End--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-810770827287337074?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/810770827287337074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=810770827287337074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/810770827287337074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/810770827287337074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-over-again.html' title='All Over Again'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-7921094411480731184</id><published>2008-09-28T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:53:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of a New Sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am always getting nervous every time when new semester starts. Regardless of the new modules I am touching now, assignments truly kill me. There are so much reading awaiting for me in the library and on top of my table. My lecturer told us that, "you guys have no choice but to read... ...". Reading is getting us prepared for our academic reports. I really feel like screaming now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But, there is always a but. I am very x100 lucky to have this lecturer that really help my coursemates and me a lot from from BSC level till now. He said, he is not spoon-feeding us instead he is breast-feeding us. lol. He gives us sample graded 'A' assignment and graded 'D' assignment to let us see the differences. He is guiding us towards a better grade. I truly, deeply respect him from the bottom of my heart. He is great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Life is not what it meant to be. Life is what we work hard for, life is in our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-7921094411480731184?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/7921094411480731184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=7921094411480731184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7921094411480731184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/7921094411480731184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-always-getting-nervous-every-time.html' title='The Beginning of a New Sem'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-2255817542192696792</id><published>2008-09-22T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:10:03.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know this will be a long way to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am not very sure whether I can or I shall say we can make it through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is between you and me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even if many people do come along in our life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Will you change or will i change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is not the main issue... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What it really matter is that whether our love is strong enough to put us through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Trespassers are unforgivable, neither do we know that they are not to be blamed for if the love is strong enough, nothing on earth would break the love apart...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What is keeping the passion between relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is not for anyone to judge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Time can cure heart breaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After all that you had told me, I finally realized how much you truly care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before this, little do I know that you take the small details seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, I just want to tell you that I am lucky to have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZ1fUxAPeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SZkrgbEXBZQ/s1600-h/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZ1fUxAPeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SZkrgbEXBZQ/s400/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248511596757532130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2255817542192696792?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2255817542192696792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2255817542192696792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2255817542192696792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2255817542192696792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/09/journey-of-love.html' title='Journey of Love'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZ1fUxAPeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SZkrgbEXBZQ/s72-c/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-3902982937900910610</id><published>2008-09-21T22:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:54:11.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Update**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friends come and go.&lt;br /&gt;But not every of them will understand you and be there when you need someone to talk to. You might not be able to meet very often but you just now that they are always there in your heart whenever you need them. I am really happy and lucky to have you...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZa4OcyHzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jjvBhUqJ33o/s1600-h/private_1_d44e02d1820a95eedfe3932dce68ced6e9a2dfb94a742beae1af54d45fba9b50l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZa4OcyHzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jjvBhUqJ33o/s320/private_1_d44e02d1820a95eedfe3932dce68ced6e9a2dfb94a742beae1af54d45fba9b50l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248482337744887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2 of the main characters of the one and only 135 story, someone's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZah7ofREI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aM-xtws_tZ4/s1600-h/1_299938809l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZah7ofREI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aM-xtws_tZ4/s320/1_299938809l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248481954736587842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Irene &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZanA8lvSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/X0tJF_Dx3J8/s1600-h/private_1_5ffe983eb5180d8b27089d2178982b7e9d8afba0e4c7f90d59da9fb8a4186ed5l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZanA8lvSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/X0tJF_Dx3J8/s320/private_1_5ffe983eb5180d8b27089d2178982b7e9d8afba0e4c7f90d59da9fb8a4186ed5l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248482042062421282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My new friend, Ethan Hii &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZaz3PI_0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9y2LNu7eH-U/s1600-h/private_1_cfcd299f5e0218ffebafd6f46343920d5c4cf402cc9a4b29be9cff0a7dacb376l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZaz3PI_0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9y2LNu7eH-U/s320/private_1_cfcd299f5e0218ffebafd6f46343920d5c4cf402cc9a4b29be9cff0a7dacb376l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248482262794174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yuk Wei &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZavT8EU7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/S4-ojfnCUJ0/s1600-h/private_1_741f9987b515007a1eb3f02f2a23514a18e4d1b231cd525f09b3612eea4ef761l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZavT8EU7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/S4-ojfnCUJ0/s320/private_1_741f9987b515007a1eb3f02f2a23514a18e4d1b231cd525f09b3612eea4ef761l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248482184599458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZarJMNliI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/snSlaN4wf74/s1600-h/private_1_96d05e77928ce9c6a9e460a3de27627261783bfafa7e101d0c2024a6a09149d6l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZarJMNliI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/snSlaN4wf74/s320/private_1_96d05e77928ce9c6a9e460a3de27627261783bfafa7e101d0c2024a6a09149d6l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248482112994907682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friendship's expiry date... Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3902982937900910610?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3902982937900910610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3902982937900910610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3902982937900910610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3902982937900910610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship-update.html' title='Friendship Update**'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SNZa4OcyHzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jjvBhUqJ33o/s72-c/private_1_d44e02d1820a95eedfe3932dce68ced6e9a2dfb94a742beae1af54d45fba9b50l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-2839742975336107287</id><published>2008-09-04T09:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:54:42.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am finally home... Home is always warm and welcoming, unlike other places where I've been. My mum is getting thinner and I even weight more than she does right now. Those who know me probably know my weight, image other that weight less than I do, unbelievable... Actually I've gain some weight but is still at a standard level... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My brother is going to facing his most important examination of his life and I am pretty worried for him as my mum said he's not doing well in his previous examinations. Thus, my mission is too get him prepare for the coming exam... I really do hope that I can give him some help... Just to pass my holiday, being a personal tutor for my little brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am not quite familiar with the household equipment at home. For instance, last night I put my clothes into the washing machine and I asked if there're no more clothes I would start the machine, then I was wandering why the washing machine is only filled with my clothes. My dad saw it, then he said never mind you just put your clothes there, the machine will wash for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Actually, that machine is broken... Then I end up gathered all my clothes again and put them into the other washing machine which is in good condition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SL8_eHfbBDI/AAAAAAAAATI/VNVpPy-Wj6s/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SL8_eHfbBDI/AAAAAAAAATI/VNVpPy-Wj6s/s320/home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241978277922014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes, funny things do happen. And I enjoy being amused and be amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-2839742975336107287?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/2839742975336107287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=2839742975336107287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2839742975336107287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/2839742975336107287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-place-on-earth.html' title='The Best Place on Earth'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SL8_eHfbBDI/AAAAAAAAATI/VNVpPy-Wj6s/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572889360473483462.post-6747984311068104782</id><published>2008-09-01T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:57:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Where It's Ok To Dream Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A sudden feeling hits me these days, the feeling of lost, I felt empty. It's like when you meet up with a long lost friend(who once to be your best friend), you will feel uncertain, you will feel something's missing. Maybe you used to have a lot of common topics to discuss but now those topics just seem weird, tedious or even childish. The gathering that you have been craving for all those days turn out to be unpleasant. Disappointing and miserable kept swirling in your thoughts. And eventually, you just give up even to think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But, luckily I have always have a very best friend of mine who always awaits for my return. For now, if anyone ask me, where is your favourite place to be, my answer would be 'Home'. Someone's always there waiting  for my return. We share the same topic, she has the same old passion for me no matter when and what happen. My home is full of laughter everyday. The only place on earth that is warm and pleasant to be inhabited for me. I stick with my parents a lot. Maybe because I have been away from home for over 4 years. Though I have a lot of other good friends, it's just don't feel the same. Maybe because Mother and I share the same principal and motto. Or maybe just purely because I miss home too much. Not that I enjoy being away from home but it's because I still need to pursue my dreams... My mother thinks that I am being too ambitious sometimes... Isn't it a good thing to be ambitious than dreadful at times? Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Despite the long hours wasted on the journey to the airport, at least for now, home is still my favourite hideout.The place where it is ok to dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-6747984311068104782?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/6747984311068104782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=6747984311068104782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6747984311068104782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/6747984311068104782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/09/place-where-its-ok-to-dream-again.html' title='A Place Where It&apos;s Ok To Dream Again'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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-7572889360473483462.post-3110473527005531014</id><published>2008-08-28T16:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:08:01.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Shang Villa-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the place where I stay right now... An old condo, in a nearly outskirt area at Petaling Jaya... You have to take lrt to reach here and it's the last stop called Kelana Jaya... The nearest hypermarket here is Giant...No enterta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;inment at all here.... Nothing much to eat, you can't find food to eat on weekends... If you happen to be a chinese, longing to have some chinese food, very sorry, it's all malay meal served here... the only chinese meal here is the economic rice, open for business only on weekdays... But there is one good thing abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ut here, it's peaceful... No crimes... Here are some pictures o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;f the place I stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZkZUgwS7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KooiEMLERiE/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZkZUgwS7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KooiEMLERiE/s320/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239485602657749938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It looks like a huanted old condo, here is where I stay.-&gt; Shang Villa &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZl60qCddI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQgHgMxEWuU/s1600-h/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZl60qCddI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQgHgMxEWuU/s320/DSC00321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239487277733934546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The @#%$ lift has been broken down for more than a month now!!! The management here takes no action at all... Just last 2 weeks ago, I was stuck in the lift with a tenant here !!! Scary, she pressed the alarm but no se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;curity persons seem to notice someone was stuck in the lift!!! Then we have to open the lift do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;or with our bare hands!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZnQLKWOtI/AAAAAAAAARw/IOMdjebLRmI/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZnQLKWOtI/AAAAAAAAARw/IOMdjebLRmI/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239488744063908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The water pressure here is @#$% low!!! I have to fill up the bucket everytime when I want to take my shower... TROUBLESOME!!! And one more thing, the sink is blocked... Due to the dirty and disgusting scenery, no picture is taken... Now, I have to brush my teeth and wash my face at the bath tub... PROBLEMATIC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZtjsr3StI/AAAAAAAAASA/ImlEeT93nfM/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZtjsr3StI/AAAAAAAAASA/ImlEeT93nfM/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239495676550138578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This interesting plant that looks like clover grow here... We called it the '3-leaved clover'... This condo is not that bad after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572889360473483462-3110473527005531014?l=withoutvincent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/feeds/3110473527005531014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572889360473483462&amp;postID=3110473527005531014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3110473527005531014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572889360473483462/posts/default/3110473527005531014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutvincent.blogspot.com/2008/08/shang-villa.html' title='-Shang Villa-'/><author><name>h!eL!ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318263532401741345</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUIRM7_rBGM/SLZkZUgwS7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KooiEMLERiE/s72-c/DSC00299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
