<?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-11529147</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:05:00.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>setme *free</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-4972437020956694552</id><published>2010-04-19T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:55:41.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>third post! anghong EAT YOUR WORDS! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tmr tmr tmr. i hope my 300++ pages of notes won't kill me (or my mind, more likely) under its weight. please please please cross your fingers! but then. who cares what happens in consti. after that. SUMMER IS HEREEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wait has never been so long, and so painful. SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER MY DEAREST, HAPPIEST, BESTEST, LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what will happen tmr? who knows? maybe the sky will fall on our heads. maybe we'll go back to being how we were. or maybe we'll become something different. its been a long time. but only one thing's for sure. hope always, always, springs eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only love can say  - try again or walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i believe for you and me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun will shine one day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i just play my part  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i can't make you see it through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's something only love can do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emo songs and 3 posts in 2 weeks lol IF I START POSTING 5 TIMES A DAY, PLEASE KNOCK ME ON THE HEAD WITH A VERY, VERY, VERY HARD OBJECT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4972437020956694552?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4972437020956694552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4972437020956694552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4972437020956694552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4972437020956694552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2010/04/third-post-anghong-eat-your-words-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4503959233994654154</id><published>2010-04-14T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:53:32.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think ive blogged so often in years. haha maybe it was a good habit to have. or maybe its a sign of emo-ness LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donch like this. i'm trying to make a decision but its hard. and you know me, i can never quite make up my mind. unless its on sale and the only piece left :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to do or not to do? to say or not to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a terrible habit. when i wanto escape a difficult decision, i do something that will make the decision for me. like, if im not sure if i wanto go somewhere, i procrastinate till its too late to go and then hey! i dont have to decide anymore. as if somehow that makes it all not my fault anymore. what an idiot i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please, please don't let it come to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4503959233994654154?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4503959233994654154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4503959233994654154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4503959233994654154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4503959233994654154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-think-ive-blogged-so-often-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6863973385880966025</id><published>2010-04-09T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:26:17.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear friends. i have just had an epiphany that i must share with all the, erm, 5 readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are only 2 types of guys in this world: the type who'll be nice to you, and the type whom you'll be nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you must be careful, because it can be hard to differentiate the two types. i'm not talking about guys who'll be nice to you in a superficial way, like letting you choose all the time, being patient while you shop, offering to hold your things for you, etc etc. anyone can do that. but when it comes down to the crunch, when its between your interests and his, whose interests will he choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice guys will of course pick yours and sacrifice their own. the other type will naturally pick theirs and sacrifice yours, and possibly give you some bullshit excuse justifying their behaviour (ie its for both our good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and women, being the unfathomable and irrational creatures that we are, never fail to choose the second type, the one that'll bring us maximum pain and tears. i've thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it somemore, and i've come up with 3 reasons why we pick the path most rocky when it comes to matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Maybe we just like hurting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Maybe we enjoy chasing the uncatchable.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Maybe we have a hero complex that convinces us that we need to rescue these types of people from themselves. little do we know that in the end, we'll be the ones that need rescuing from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that its always a mix of all three. there's an allure of being the one to 'tame' the one who cannot be tamed, there's a mix of being bored by predictable niceness and the lack of an emotional rollercoaster ride, and of course, there's the bad boy that never fails to steal your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you differentiate the nice guys from the ones you'll be nice to?&lt;br /&gt;when its too late of course. when you've gotten burnt, when you finally bring yourself to look beneath the bullshit excuses, when you finally remove the rose-tinted glasses, stop kidding yourself that he'll change, and see what you chose for what it really is. in other words, when reality doesn't allow you to look away and hope for change anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really really really hard to tell which type of guys the guys you meet are. but trust me, they can all be divided neatly into either 2 categories. there are no in-betweens. you can try to observe their interactions with other people, their relationships with their parents, their dads - i noticed sons tend to mimic their dad's behavioural traits. if the dad is unbelievably selfish, what are the chances his son will have the heart of Mother Teresa? no matter how unlikely it seems, most men really are just a chip off the old block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most imptly, do not be too quick to judge. he may seem like a real bad boy, but you may be surprised when things come to shove. similarly, he may seem like the model son and all, but you might be in for a terrible shock when you realize that your interests just don't occur to him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we must must must be careful when classifying, because we will pay the price of a wrong classification. needless to say, that price is endless tears, heartache, disappointment, and a very difficult decision to make in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, its the ones who are nice to us, and ourselves, who get it  rough. we realize that there is a reason why some people are called  'untamable', there's a reason why we were attracted in the first place,  there's definitely fire beneath all that smoke, and its the fire that  burns people who get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've picked a good one, hold on to him tight - they're rarer than  good diamonds. but what do you do then, if you've picked a difficult one?&lt;br /&gt;no one knows. you continue trying. you give up. you resign yourself to a love that hurts. or you resign yourself to a love that's just fine, not fantastic, and give up those childhood dreams of a prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure - just as a leopard never changes its spots, don't ever, ever expect your chosen one to change. that road leads to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just open your eyes wider, think harder, and pick a better one next time :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6863973385880966025?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6863973385880966025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6863973385880966025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6863973385880966025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6863973385880966025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dear-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7526749022911321023</id><published>2010-03-15T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:00:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my dearest Jovena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! You're 21! I hope you have a super fantastic and memorable 21st :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're 21 now, to me we'll always be 15 and in pinafores, in the stuffy 3rd-floor corner classroom, mucking around and complaining about work and teachers. We may drive to meet each other now, wear pretty clothes when we see each other and have funny coloured hair, but it always seems unreal to me. I keep expecting that one day we'll wake up and be back in our trusty darkblue pinafore, sweating in class, emo-ing about school and wondering where life will take us. My heart has definitely not caught up with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems almost surreal that we've left those days behind us for good, for 5 years now. It still seems strange to see everyone in their pretty clothes, with the image of them in pinafores and blouses still so vividly etched in my mind. My heart still expects us to go back to dark mornings and sweaty family dance assemblies, recess and orange bowl and toast, and the healthy old days of morning jog :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These almost unbelievable 6 years have passed, we've seen batch after batch graduate and left our roots (and my heart) behind with them. Throughout this time, I'm tremendously glad to have always had you by my side, comforting me when I need comfort and letting me be when need be. I doubt anyone else knows my moods as well as you do (must be courtesy of our time sitting together as emo kids :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the day that you officially become an adult and leave those teenage years behind, I hope you look forward to the future with hope and joy but still keep those long-ago memories close to your heart. Never fear the future, for you have us by your side :) Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always and always,&lt;br /&gt;Mingyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7526749022911321023?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7526749022911321023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7526749022911321023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7526749022911321023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7526749022911321023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-my-dearest-jovena.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-2943606932345047827</id><published>2009-12-23T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:07:22.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my malaysia trip was quite an experience. although we didnt do much that we've never done before, the change of environment was good. and i drove in malaysia for the first time ever! haha first time ever i drove at 120 km/h also, that was quite scary :p we spent 2 days in some resort in malacca. it was a huge place, the only way to get around is by driving. seriously, if you tried to walk you might walk yourself to death. it basically comprises some theme parks (like escape, big splash, that kinda thing) and some recreational stuff. so we paintballed (targets, not people), went go-karting and horse-riding, and visited some of the theme parks. the highlight (for me) was our fishing trip! well it is a fishing pond but! we caught something. my friend marcus tells me its a peacock bass. it is pretty tho, and the first fish ive caught, ever. i was pretty freaked out when i reeled the line in and saw the fish on it. i yelled and thrust the fishing rod at my mom and ran away. not my proudest moment, but in my defence it was a big shock seeing a real fish on the line after mostly 2 hours of getting my bait eaten by conniving fish and reeling back an empty hook. after much tussling and screaming, we managed to release the hook a little, so when we dropped the fish back into the pond (to prevent it from dying) it managed to swim away itself. that was a relief, we were starting to panick about causing an innocent fish to die so painfully in our hands. we hadn't actually thought about what to do if we actually caught something. (such faith in our fishing skills :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say the resort was pretty impressive. animal-wise. lol i mean like they have many animals which you can really get up close to, because the animals are walking around all the time. like the elephants let you ride on them, the horses are at the horse riding area, the tiger is always lying somewhere for pictures. im serious, they have a real tiger. and we stood right behind him for a picture lol. first time ive ever been so close to a tiger :p the first time i saw it i actually thought it was a fake. because he looked so perfect! his coat was all glossy and shiny and his eyes were omg scaryy. and he was so still i thought it was a fake. but hes prob just sedated :p anyway at night all the animals have to perform in this animal parade where they basically walk and do tricks. i felt kinda sad for the animals coz they life looks like it sucks :p they have to be up really early to do all the rides and everything and at night they still have to perform. if they were human and working im pretty sure they'd be raking in some big money, for all that time they spend working and being subject to rough trainers and keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the resort we stayed in a 'villa' which is essentially just a small bungalow. it was very comfortable tho. we even had our own 'pool' which looked like a really big tub to me. but it had clean water, so nothing to complain about. so while the more adventurous members of my family ventured out to explore the theme parks, the rest of us stayed in the pool and sunned ourselves :p i came back with a pretty impressive tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days of resort-living we ventured out to the big city! haha we took a 4 hour drive to KL. i literally felt like i was returning to civilization. at the resort, you have to drive 20 mins to get to the nearest town (which is very small btw!) to get sth to eat. otherwise, you can eat bad food at the expensive restaurants in the resort. being in the hotel in KL with restaurants at your doorstep was like coming to a pool of water after being in a scorching desert :p and shops, the glorious shops. there literally was NOTHING to buy in the resort. seriously. you might find a souvenir store if you are lucky and drive long enough. so when i talk about a change in environment, i have to say it really is quite a drastic change in environment. i didnt even realize that going to KL was like going back to singapore, i was too preoccupied being overwhelmed by the sight of proper buildings and shops and signboards that are not telling you that its 20km to the nearest town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in a hotel connected to a mega big shopping centre, so KL was all shop, shop, shop and eat, eat eat. for all the shopping we did, i didnt buy much. but i did get a pair of awesome jeans =DDDD and the hotel was really comfortable. and they had a lounge where there's always food :p tea time snacks in the afternoon and cocktail hour and finger food at night. and all free =D even the alcohol and internet service. so we did spend quite some time there. i was glad to be back though. even though theres no room service bringing you all manner of things at all times of the day, and free food anytime you want, theres truly no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we've been back, ive been mostly slacking out, watching movies i missed during the school term, and actually reading for leisure rather than out of need and stress. while thats all been enjoyable, ive decided that the next holiday i have, i am going to keep myself busy. i think its better for both mind and body :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off, christmas is here once again, so to everyone, have a very very merry christmas and an awesome new year :) make the most of whats left of the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2943606932345047827?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2943606932345047827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2943606932345047827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2943606932345047827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2943606932345047827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-malaysia-trip-was-quite-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4452861829644929028</id><published>2009-12-11T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:00:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it that in life you dont always get everything you want, or is it just you and me that doesn't give me everything i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. its been far too long, and i dont wanto waste anymore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im terribly scared of waking up one morning at 43 and realizing i should have walked when i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do we go now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4452861829644929028?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4452861829644929028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4452861829644929028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4452861829644929028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4452861829644929028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-that-in-life-you-dont-always-get.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8757145655594550641</id><published>2009-12-05T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:10:30.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last post said november is here lol. well, the end of 2009 is officially here now! its december. 2009 feels like its flown by lol. the sems get shorter and shorter (not literally), the holidays fly by faster and faster. and we. are officially. getting. OLD. lol i only realized how old we are when i realized we're older then ALL the contestants on singapore idol. i still rmbr a time when we were so young we automatically assumed that everyone was older than us. but thats not true anymore. all those 17 year olds make me jealous :p and of course, another reminder is when you accumulate so many memories, with so many people, at so many places, that sometimes you cant keep track of them anymore. when you see someone on the street and actually have to stop and think where and how you know this person (once of course, you've actually figured out who this person is :p). can you imagine what we'll be saying at 40?! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i wld not want to go back to when i was 17. sure, it was a great year, but being 20 is so much more fun =D thanks to all my wonderfully sweet friends, their best wishes and the cakes and presents! many thanks especially to my most dearest joanne and jovena for their very pretty cake and present (as always!), stevie for the sweet card and present, my awesome sisters for their cute presents, the dennings for the cake and twister night, everyone for their best wishes, and of course my dearest, for a great time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the rest of december. much slacking, much sex and the city, and much fun =D lets go and make the most of whats left of 2009 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love, remind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8757145655594550641?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8757145655594550641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8757145655594550641' title='0 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november is here. its been creeping up on us for awhile now, but i finally felt it tonight. the chill in the wind is unmistakable. which is exciting! it means my favourite season of the year is here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come the pretty days of clear sunny skies, cool wind, and awesomely scenic walks. here comes the cool and very windy nights, the snuggly comfort, and the partyyyy all the way until new year =DDD this season makes the rest of the year worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1509320363473391211?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1509320363473391211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>365 days of counting my blessings, and counting you twice, thrice, and many times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8713291160561524107?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8713291160561524107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8713291160561524107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8713291160561524107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8713291160561524107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/10/365-days-of-counting-my-blessings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8738506574855716385</id><published>2009-09-21T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:30:13.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I set out on a narrow way, many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Yes He did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent, just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there, you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm just rolling home into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to the day i can look at my inseparable heart and know i'll always be safe. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8738506574855716385?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8738506574855716385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8738506574855716385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8738506574855716385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8738506574855716385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-set-out-on-narrow-way-many-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4260536996144774690</id><published>2009-09-05T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:03:22.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one love, for the mother's pride&lt;br /&gt;one love, for the times we cried&lt;br /&gt;one love, gotta stay alive&lt;br /&gt;i will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love, for the city streets&lt;br /&gt;one love, for the hip hop beats,&lt;br /&gt;one love, oh i do believe,&lt;br /&gt;one love is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4260536996144774690?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4260536996144774690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4260536996144774690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4260536996144774690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4260536996144774690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-love-for-mothers-pride-one-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3435415299885153648</id><published>2009-08-21T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:03:02.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an epiphany the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no such as thing as true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the law of property, we learnt that possession and ownership is relative. this means that you can never absolutely possess or own something, you can only have a better title to it, or a better right in it, than everyone else or just someone else. and the one with the better title, wins the fight. courts are not concerned with the one true owner, they are only concerned with who has the better title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats exactly how it is with love. you can never be absolutely sure you love the person, or be absolutely sure that the person's the one for you. you never know if the person is your one true love. the only thing you can be sure about is you love the person more than you love other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there is no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt; or some knight in shining armour. the only thing you have is one person whom you love more than others. so the way the relationship turns out is really all up to the two people in it. there is no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt; who will bring you bright skies, the smell of roses and smooth waters all the way. there is only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the one&lt;/span&gt; you pick to work hard with, the one you pick to invest in a future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there can be many people like that. you can like many people, and many people can like you back. so in the end, whether you end up happily ever after depends on your investing skills. can you spot a good investment when you see one? scary eh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to bore you guys if this is all already second nature to you. having been raised on walt disney's happy-ever-after and my knight falling down in my lap (aka enchanted) concept, its taken a while for me to reach where you guys might already have been for a long time. i apologize. well they say better late than never. its time to sharpen my eye for investments =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3435415299885153648?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3435415299885153648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3435415299885153648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3435415299885153648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3435415299885153648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-epiphany-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-5365888500341428265</id><published>2009-08-04T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:22:05.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as the dates slowly creep towards 17 august, signalling the beginning of our school lives as Year 2s, i can't help but wonder. will this term be any different? will our results be better? will our lives be better? is this what we really want to do with our lives? so many doubts, so little answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure, we will definitely be racing against time once again. this term looks set to be a hectic term. i've taken on TA-ship and quite alot of other stuff i had wanted to do but was afraid i wont have time to do. this term, im gonna make time for them. afterall, there is no end to work and letting work define my life is a poor excuse for living. and we got to plan our own timetables this sem, so it shld be easier to make things work my way. all afternoon classes for me. i managed to get my perfect timetable, but it cost me :p im poor in edollars now lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i talk to the freshmen, i see their hopeful smiles, hear their tentative laughter, and i wonder how they will be when they are in my position. tired? disillusioned? or will they be joyful at finally finding their path in life and being free to walk it?  now they are excited and worried about their new life. can they still be excited when they are living their new life? they greet everything with a sense of wonder, much like a child who is seeing everything for the first time. they enter the gantries with looks of amazement, they wander the concourse with wondrous expressions, taking everything in for the first time. when did we lose our innocence? do we use our cynicism as masks, to help us get thru the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions, but the answer only comes with hindsight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, all we can know is that we want to do this, for whatever personal reasons we have, so we'll work our asses off, laugh and play when we can, and never forget the people working their asses off alongside us. at the end of it, our friends might be all we have to show for these 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we'll see how this term pans out. i'll bid goodbye to summer with a heavy heart when the 17 of august looms. one can never have too much of a good thing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;let her sing, if it eases all her pain&lt;br /&gt;let her go, let her walk right out on me&lt;br /&gt;and if the sun comes up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;let her be, let her be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11529147.post-6037816197022262039</id><published>2009-07-21T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:21:17.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and baby, there's a name for what you put me through,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, its robbery&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we even bother? men and women are just too different. lets save ourselves the heartache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6037816197022262039?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-8434789846371741161</id><published>2009-07-16T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:00:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wake up, excited. I rush to my computer before I even brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn why hasnt anyone dropped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life during bidding season. Much like durian season, it only comes twice a year but leaves an inedible mark on your wellbeing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much blood, sweat, tears and alot of edollars, I've finally managed to get my close to perfect timetable. It can never be perfect because I'm too fickle. One minute I've decided not to take this course, the next I've decided I'll never be able to graduate in time if i dont take the same course NOW. A woman's mind, lol. I might have gotten all the other courses, timings and profs I want, but if I can't get this course NOW, my timetable is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last course to bid for. Its a cruel world. I had gotten the course and the timing I wanted initially in the first round of bidding. But I dropped it in order to have more money to bid for a more important course. Also under the undue influence of friends who think that we can get the same course for a lot less and save some edollars sigh. Hence, we dropped and bidded again, but for alot less. But prices escalated and the min bid was like twice our bid la. No warren buffet here, thats for sure. So here we are, 28375697794 rounds later, still watching, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to drop out of that elusive course I want. Waiting for more classes to be opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8434789846371741161?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8434789846371741161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8434789846371741161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8434789846371741161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8434789846371741161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wake-up-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3449427218245480426</id><published>2009-05-24T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:12:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just packed about every type of clothing into my green roller bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dri-fit shirts, fbts, swimsuits, dresses, pajamas- you name it, i can probably find it in my bag. not to mention a million items for the toilet and shoes to match the clothes. i just hope my bag makes it to our sunny island without exploding lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thats it. the dennings are off for our sunny holiday! we will be back bronzed and all still in one piece hopefully =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3449427218245480426?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3449427218245480426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3449427218245480426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3449427218245480426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3449427218245480426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-just-packed-about-every-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-5433059698713070280</id><published>2009-05-12T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:41:10.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Men aren't that complicated - they're kinda like plants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more. samantha is my hero! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5433059698713070280?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-3942228308866826325</id><published>2009-05-05T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:57:03.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this time last year, if you had asked me what love is, i'd have stared at you and replied 'i dont know'. if you ask me the same question now, one year later and countless sex and the city episodes later, i'd stare at you and wonder how to put the simple four-letter word into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is painful yet joyful - it makes you laugh and cry at the same time (yes, it makes you schzio).&lt;br /&gt;love is simple yet abstract - such a simple feeling, but so difficult to show.&lt;br /&gt;love makes you hungry yet satisfies you.&lt;br /&gt;love makes you forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;love makes you delusional - 'its different this time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of all the words in the vocabulary, only 2 words really represent love to me - unconditional, selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, love is always unconditional. much in the same way your parents love you no matter what. you love your partner despite his shortcomings, his failings, the number of times the person has hurt you in the past. whatever the person has done to you, you throw that over your shoulder and put yourself out there to get hurt again. but we never think of the hurt. we only see the person. why would anyone willingly put themselves out there to get hurt? love and insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is also always selfless. its never about you, its always about the other person. what the other person wants to eat, what the person wants to do, what makes the person happy. you become this lump of thing with no preference. and the weird thing is, you're happy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. its inexplicable and insane but no one would ever trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy summer =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3942228308866826325?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3942228308866826325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3942228308866826325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3942228308866826325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3942228308866826325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-time-last-year-if-you-had-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8814152046209084683</id><published>2009-04-07T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:11:43.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i can make you see it through&lt;br /&gt;thats something only love can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8814152046209084683?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-1353282187208594245</id><published>2009-03-26T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:16:30.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if everyone cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from underneath the trees, we watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;confusing stars for satellites&lt;br /&gt;i never dreamed that you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;but here we are, we're here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing "Amen, I, I'm, alive"&lt;br /&gt;singing "Amen, I, I'm, alive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then we'd see the day when nobody died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the air, the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;our only light in paradise&lt;br /&gt;we'll show the world they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;and teach them all to sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we lie beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;we realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;if they could love like you and me&lt;br /&gt;imagine what the world could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then we'd see the day when nobody died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so close i can smell it. TWO MORE WEEKS! im just glad we finally submitted our damned appellate brief. omg such a load off my mind. the exams seem like nothing now :P haha okay ask me again before the papers lol. i wanto buy shoesssss! can money please fall from the sky. and time as well =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1353282187208594245?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1353282187208594245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1353282187208594245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1353282187208594245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1353282187208594245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-everyone-cared-nickelback-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6109114326677167777</id><published>2009-03-08T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:04:17.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr marks the start of week 10. our first uneasy steps into the double-digited weeks LOL. haha it is a momentous occasion okay. week 10. that means we are 3 weeks away from finals, 2 weeks away from moots, and 4 weeks away from freedom. the wonders of a double-digit week =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this term has pretty much flown by. one assignment after another, one presentation after another, reading and reading and reading every week. haha it just flies. is this how its gonna be from now? sitting at my desk, day after day, typing away furiously, or pulling my hair out at my assignments? having no time to do anything else, but still not being able to complete my work? night after night of restless tossing, subconscious still spinning with tasks to complete. waking up extremely early and lying in bed trying to fall back asleep. is this how its meant to be? i'll be an extremely old woman by the end of my four years then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not even enjoying myself. i dont have to force myself to do work, coz nerves and stress does that for me already. but i have to force myself to get out of bed every morning, to sit down, to spend my day doing what i have to do and fantasizing about what i wanto do. is this the price for three months of freedom? is it supposed to be this way? whoever said uni was the best time of your life. should eat shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st nicks was the best time of my life. honestly. i didnt see it then, but looking back now, i can see how much i had then. life was so much easier. people were so much easier to get along with. we had so much more time to chill, talk, do lame things, and essentially, grow. nothing makes me laugh harder than the thought of the funny things we did then. the bonds we forged, the character we built. even the food was better, God damnnit. i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had less then. we didnt have a career path set for us, we didnt know where we were going to end up. we had less friends, no guys to worry about. no make up to hide under, no fancy clothes to make us feel secure. no big-name teachers, or super aesthetic school buildings. no crowd to make us feel small, no office to make us feel like we're just another number. we had so little, but we had so much. we had each other. we had the most loving environment ever. we had friends. we had teachers who cried for us. that was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was peter pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6109114326677167777?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6109114326677167777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6109114326677167777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6109114326677167777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6109114326677167777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmr-marks-start-of-week-10.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8519358487221027301</id><published>2009-03-01T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:19:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>know what a rainbow means? i just discovered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know the story of Noah's Ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the story doesnt end where Noah and all the animals come out of the ark and see dry land again. after that, God told Noah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth. When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww. its more than an optical illusion okay. heck to all the scientific explanations of rainbows. this is what it means now =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8519358487221027301?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8519358487221027301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8519358487221027301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8519358487221027301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8519358487221027301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-what-rainbow-means-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3300159669095396551</id><published>2009-02-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:41:44.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I never was a Charlotte. I can have a morning like Carrie, and I can have an afternoon like Miranda and I always hope for an evening like Samantha!" - Kim Cattral about herself in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha an evening like samatha =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the sequel =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3300159669095396551?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3300159669095396551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3300159669095396551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3300159669095396551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3300159669095396551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-was-charlotte.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-308098442610591538</id><published>2009-02-16T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:36:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have two assignments due today. they make up 30% of our lrw grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past whole week, its been a miracle to get into lawnet. everytime i see the succesful log in page i feel like ive struck 4D. one of our senior's msn nic is: 'i have to resort to lexis to find cases i can easily find on lawnet. year 1s please have a kit kat and let me use'. i thought it was hilarious =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, we'll be one more step closer to being free =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE JACK! you're gonna hang but i dont quite care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-308098442610591538?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/308098442610591538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=308098442610591538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/308098442610591538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/308098442610591538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-two-assignments-due-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-462896306989437607</id><published>2009-02-14T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:58:02.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is happy. ming managed to tell all the people who matter how much they mean to her and how much she loves them. no better feeling in the world, i swear =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-462896306989437607?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/462896306989437607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=462896306989437607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/462896306989437607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/462896306989437607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/02/ming-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8496067673518374197</id><published>2009-02-08T16:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:53:47.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been ages since i updated. sorry to all who've come and clicked back about a million times since then =D let me introduce you to my extremely adorable nephews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6ay5mrLQI/AAAAAAAAANg/ktpywutPUFU/s1600-h/n532811480_1787391_7610.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6ay5mrLQI/AAAAAAAAANg/ktpywutPUFU/s320/n532811480_1787391_7610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344010708823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bAZMh2jI/AAAAAAAAANo/dFChWFfPpwU/s1600-h/n532811480_1787365_9589.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bAZMh2jI/AAAAAAAAANo/dFChWFfPpwU/s320/n532811480_1787365_9589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344242527394354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bD2wDiKI/AAAAAAAAANw/ObTPwoPHlPg/s1600-h/n532811480_1787366_9831.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bD2wDiKI/AAAAAAAAANw/ObTPwoPHlPg/s320/n532811480_1787366_9831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344302000638114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear hes shitting =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bD2wDiKI/AAAAAAAAANw/ObTPwoPHlPg/s1600-h/n532811480_1787366_9831.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bHX5y6DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kQrJUM2n3-M/s1600-h/n532811480_1787370_1092.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bHX5y6DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kQrJUM2n3-M/s320/n532811480_1787370_1092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344362439469106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bKvLtLZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NHF5TPPuWIg/s1600-h/n532811480_1787382_4988.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bKvLtLZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NHF5TPPuWIg/s320/n532811480_1787382_4988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344420228214162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bQFwlRKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HrlwmEDUdYo/s1600-h/n532811480_1787390_7257.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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SY6bQFwlRKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HrlwmEDUdYo/s320/n532811480_1787390_7257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344512187810978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats cny for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cny its been one mad rush again. we had a presentation last week and we're going to have one more this week, and lrw assignments due the following week. hopefully after that it'll be better =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to all my friends ive been neglecting. i know ive been doing a bad job balancing everything, but i try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8496067673518374197?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8496067673518374197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8496067673518374197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-5213019026391152343</id><published>2009-01-01T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:38:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, 2009! i certainly hope we get along well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys had a good time counting down and have found the resolve to make (and keep) new year resolutions. cheers to 2009 and all that comes with it. bring it on! im gonna put my resolutions here as a reminder of what i promised myself (and hopefully, increase its chances of surviving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming's New Year Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;1. Not bankrupt myself (ie, spend less)&lt;br /&gt;2. Not be antisocial (one step at a time, man)&lt;br /&gt;3. Be counting down to 2010 in the exact same way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5213019026391152343?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5213019026391152343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5213019026391152343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5213019026391152343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5213019026391152343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-i-certainly-hope-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8673643769725605816</id><published>2008-12-22T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:54:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay guys we've got to enjoy ourselves more. two more weeks till the start of school! this holiday is ending too quickly. we've got to stop procrastinating with things we wanted to do during the hols! i feel like i havent even slacked out enough! the hols seem to have been one big rush. at the risk of sounding extremely selfish, lets stop doing things other people want us to do and start doing things we want to do. im kidding, you guys know its a delicate balance =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save tonight&lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8673643769725605816?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8673643769725605816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8673643769725605816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8673643769725605816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8673643769725605816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-guys-weve-got-to-enjoy-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-49891244149570982</id><published>2008-12-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:03:18.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone know what hypothesize unwisely means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_52"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;H A M M I E [Presunto] says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000080;"&gt;hypothesize = theorize something along that line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_53"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;H A M M I E [Presunto] says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000080;"&gt;so hypothesize unwisely means you are coming up with stupid logics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_54"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;H A M M I E [Presunto] says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000080;"&gt;and some stupid way of reasoning which makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_55"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;H A M M I E [Presunto] says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000080;"&gt;something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_56"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;I say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_57"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;I say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay actually something like that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_58"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;I say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it means gossip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_8_msg_59"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;H A M M I E [Presunto] says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000080;"&gt;uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-49891244149570982?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/49891244149570982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=49891244149570982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/49891244149570982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/49891244149570982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyone-know-what-hypothesize-unwisely.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4878565045772969003</id><published>2008-12-16T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:21:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is back! been exploring rural china for the past week. cant say how glad i am to be back in the land with nice toilets and no fierce chinese people saying un-understandable things =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter was fun at first, probably because of the novelty which wore off eventually when the dry skin, freezing hands and freezing in the bathroom hit. of course, the state of most toilets didnt make the experience much better. imagine having to do your business in a toilet that stinks like hell, with fantastic views of everyone else doing their business at the same time (your cousins and aunts getting a nice view of your butt too), freezing the whole time, and washing your hands with ice cold water (and no soap!) after. i swear soap is expensive in china. like it'll kill them to provide some in the toilets. oh and btw i had to keep a toilet roll (stolen from the hotel =D) in my pocket. apparently toilet paper is expensive in china too. saving grace was the really pretty scenery and the awesome hotel we stayed in. service was surprisingly impeccable and heating was good, and most importantly, they had star movies. it was late night entertainment for us who refused to go to sleep =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt manage to do much shopping tho. because the areas we visited were all rural. no towns whatsoever. the awesome hotel was a resort in the middle of some mountain. heh. so no shops all ard. i felt like i had reached home when we finally went to some town and we saw shops with rows and rows of clothes towards the end of the week =D yes, we were that deprived. i did manage to pick up some skirts here and there and a scarf. sorry guys if i dont have much souvenirs for you guys! oh and i managed to sprain my ankle spectacularly on a step in some mountain. it was awesomely painful i tell you. and i had to continue walking on it for e rest of e day because, as you can prob guess, theres no other way down the mountain. gosh. it was agony. my ankle is still awesomely fat and swollen :( its really huge la. i think you can cook it into a pork knuckle or something =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much sums up the week. im glad to be back and ming is looking forward to christmas! haha. especially to francis' amazing party (and the pre and post parties =D)! its time to be christmas shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then! shop, eat and be merry everyone! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4878565045772969003?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4878565045772969003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4878565045772969003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4878565045772969003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4878565045772969003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/12/ming-is-back-been-exploring-rural-china.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-288571434580377551</id><published>2008-12-05T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:15:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really feel like giving up. i wonder if this is worth what its taking. i wonder how long more i can last before it becomes too much. i wonder whats going to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. i wonder why i do all this, because love doesnt seem like an adequate answer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its never even my fault.&lt;br /&gt;just go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-288571434580377551?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/288571434580377551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=288571434580377551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/288571434580377551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/288571434580377551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-really-feel-like-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4981379424724351168</id><published>2008-12-04T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:11:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, world! first time ive switched on my com since exams ended last week. even though its been less than a week since exams ended, it feels like its been over for a really really long time. exams are damn screwed but lets not think about it until school starts again (or when they send us our results, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather pleased with my accomplishments for the past week =D ive done a super lot of shopping, fixing things, movie-watching, catching up and yayy chilling =D the hole in my pocket is huge, as always, but im happy =D slackout days are the best by far, and theres always no better way to end a day then with some drinks and good friend(s) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading alot about deaths especially in the papers and the permanent separation is scaring me. everytime i read about loved ones separated suddenly by death, or watch it (watched ghost whisperer lately, anyone? the new season is heartbreakingly sad.), i have this urge to tell the people around me how much i love them. haha so if u get random msgs from me, you know why. its not so much death that scares me, but the sudden separation and not getting to tell people how much they mean to you before you/they go that scares me. insecurity is a bloody nightmare :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats enough for today i think. update again soon! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining, its pouring, and ming wants to go shopping!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3771028392102341114</id><published>2008-11-25T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:35:40.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do it ming! dont be scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got to hold on to what we've got&lt;br /&gt;coz it doesnt make a difference if we make it or not&lt;br /&gt;we've got each other and that's a lot&lt;br /&gt;for love - we'll give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're halfway there&lt;br /&gt;livin' on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;take my hand&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it i swear&lt;br /&gt;livin' on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got to hold on, ready or not&lt;br /&gt;you live for the fight when that's all that you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyesyesyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3771028392102341114?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3771028392102341114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3771028392102341114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3771028392102341114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3771028392102341114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-time-you-can-do-it-ming-dont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-2871968583659124474</id><published>2008-11-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:01:40.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2871968583659124474?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2871968583659124474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2871968583659124474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2871968583659124474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2871968583659124474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/11/19-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4413220770422570405</id><published>2008-11-16T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:40:31.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming has finally gotten her driving license =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been one long road at ssdc mann. thankfully i passed on my first try. if not i dont think i'd have e patience to continue. haha. i drove my family home last night! it was pretty scary. i got overtaken by a bus :( i miss the safety of amk roads. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special special thanks to my dearest joanne and jov for the brilliant lunch on saturday =D you girls never fail to surprise me. love you girls long long time! cheers to the many many more years to come =D&lt;br /&gt;[PS joanne you cant count! this is our seventh year! :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holiday mood has arrived. our exams in slightly more than a week and i feel like im on holiday. sigh. even the upcoming exams and my severe lack of preparation cant kill the celebratory mood. i get the yayy-its-been-a-good-year-now-to-reward-ourselves mood all the time la. i swear its the vibes from the working crowd and the decorations outside school. and we saw fireworks last night! it was pretty =D its so difficult to get serious. haiiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on ming. acquiring knowledge is fun! reading is how interesting! why tire yourself out walking around in town when you can be sitting in airconditioned comfort in the library? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont stop me falling&lt;br /&gt;its destiny calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want you for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11529147.post-4075803943035258795</id><published>2008-11-11T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:55:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        -Robert A. Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. i think you dont realize how much you love someone until you find you inexplicably can't separate your happiness from theirs. and i think thats the way its supposed to be. it makes us vulnerable to hurt, but thats a risk we all have to take some time. and theres no explaining it. you give without being asked, you love without being told to. theres really no why, no how. it just happens. and i know its quite idealistic, but i think one such experience is more than what anyone can ever ask for. if you ask me what i think love is now, i'd tell you the quote. its the most accurate description ive come across so far. and i dont know why, but everyone looks for it. it seems to be almost human nature to look for love. even the most cynical among us do look, and hope, to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love draws humans like moth to a flame. even though we know we might get burnt, we still step in willingly. strange eh. maybe its the this-time-it-really-is-it mentality. bright side! haha. its like shopping. you cant bring yourself to walk past any shop without going in coz ure scared that the thing you've been looking for is inside. same with love. you dont wanna walk away because of your inability to conquer your own fear and have yourself think back and never know whether that could have been it next time when you're old and living alone with five cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats enough sitting under a bodhi tree for one night. good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday, you =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4075803943035258795?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4075803943035258795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4075803943035258795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4075803943035258795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4075803943035258795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is-that-condition-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-442399624320953292</id><published>2008-11-08T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:27:28.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing like some loud music to drown everything else out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away, negativity! everyone cheer up pleaseee.....no more emo-ing in school okayyy. schools crazy. stop letting grades eat you guys up inside....... and it kills me when you wont tell me anything and i cant help anyway. i wish i was the one marking your paper. ohwell. finals in two weeks! lets just all try our bestest. and hope it pays off. what more can we do? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;it won't be too long&lt;br /&gt;till you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underneath the starlight starlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-442399624320953292?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/442399624320953292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=442399624320953292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/442399624320953292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/442399624320953292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-like-some-loud-music-to-drown.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-5643745951874815603</id><published>2008-11-05T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:11:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>far longer than forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5643745951874815603?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5643745951874815603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5643745951874815603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5643745951874815603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5643745951874815603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/11/far-longer-than-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3192770663866384908</id><published>2008-10-31T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:40:41.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week 11 is over! my horror week is coming...............................thanks. i'll be damn glad when week 12 is over. its scary how time slips by so quickly in school. even though every day is pretty much just a repetition of the previous day. yes, even weekends. (there are no weekends in smu. no public holidays either.) that means our exams are coming :( omgomgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway for the week-before-horror-week, week's 11 been pretty good. i think ive been taking things too easily. chillax session twice a week! i was only meant to go once :( e second was like impromptu. but i liked it. e food was goooood! twice is more than my liver (and wallet) can take tho. so i  decided to skip all e halloween festivities out there =D and no more chillax sessions until after exams okay. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. happy weekends guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who i want to take me home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3192770663866384908?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-2413706277160956513</id><published>2008-10-27T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:21:02.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;the only way we get there is one step at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2413706277160956513?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2413706277160956513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2413706277160956513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2413706277160956513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2413706277160956513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-faith-that-makes-you-stronger-only.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6301453285205947548</id><published>2008-10-24T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:10:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escapism is my middle name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6301453285205947548?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6301453285205947548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6301453285205947548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6301453285205947548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6301453285205947548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/escapism-is-my-middle-name.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1617246170433277459</id><published>2008-10-19T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:52:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;someone whose smile makes me feel i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing i can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, its built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horror week is over. if you're reading this, congrats babeee! it takes something more to survive week 9 man. lets not think of the permanent damage we've done to our gpa in this week and look forward to better (meaning, slacker, liveable) times! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how all e law babes celebrated the end of contract mids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT FOR MEETINGS! wow thanks. i had a short lunch (at koufu, no less) and then we all broke up for our various meetings. ls meeting was crap for me tho. we met to decide to meet again on mon. mannnn. after that we went to find e rest and did some shopping =D brief shopping tho. it was fun =D havent chilled in such a long time. and contract is like the end man. after that its like yayy life looks so much better now. BYE CONTRACT! haha. shopping was funny. we didnt buy much (anything) tho. hahahahaha. we're impoverished students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched tropic thunder instead after awhile. haha. it is damn funny. seriously. if you havent watched it you shld! nothing like laughing at people to make your day =D haha. that was the first movie ive watched since.... wall e? i miss e days when there was nothing in the cinemas to watch coz we've watched them all alr. haiz. anyways. dinner was nice too. we tried the chicago steakhouse at cine. haha i know its been there for really long but ive never been there okay. stop laughing. the food is good though. and the price is okay too. aiya. im alr broke anyway. i shld stop bothering to be thrifty. haha. okay stop it ming. thats the attitude that got you broke in the first place. haha. i need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den justin and huey wanted to go on to that cd shop but we had to go back to sch to get our stuff (which we cleverly left in the locker, brilliant babes). so we went back. and 3-9 was empty so we sat down to watch monty python. and caught the last bus home. that was pretty much my sat =D haven had such a chill sat in awhile man. cant wait for the next one alr =D im gg to die on mon coz i haven read anything and we have LTB EXECUTION today. excellent! haha. but i cant really bring myself to care anymore. we deserve a break after the scary terrible week and all okay. recess week is such a nightmare la. need to recuperate. haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week ahead guyyyyss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1617246170433277459?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1617246170433277459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1617246170433277459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1617246170433277459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1617246170433277459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-looked-for-love-in-stranger-places.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4320200258500010905</id><published>2008-10-14T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:22:53.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week 9 is a horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. study for contract midterms on SAT&lt;br /&gt;2. prepare lslma slides to submit on THURS&lt;br /&gt;3. study for ltb test on THURS&lt;br /&gt;4. shop for more formal wear =D this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;5. ltb execution on SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;6. lslma meeting on SAT&lt;br /&gt;7. CONTRACT MIDTERMS on SAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say i have no life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4320200258500010905?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4320200258500010905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4320200258500010905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4320200258500010905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4320200258500010905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-9-is-horror.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7248120568118180687</id><published>2008-10-13T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:02:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i need some sleeeeeeeeeep :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7248120568118180687?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7248120568118180687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7248120568118180687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7248120568118180687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7248120568118180687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-need-some-sleeeeeeeeeep.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-9177620329420235761</id><published>2008-10-12T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:03:24.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i heard the library closing song for the first time today. smu library is how hip la. the closing song is closing time by greenday =D surprised? i was. haha. its almost worth staying until e lib closes for =D just to hear them play the song throughout the lib. now i cant get the song outta my head =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, turn all the lights on over boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, this room won't be open till your brother's or your sister's come&lt;br /&gt;So gather up your jackets, moving to the exits, I hope you have found a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I know who I want to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to meet my dearest joanne and jovena for dinner today =D ive missed you guys! we shld meet up more often =D do take care my dearests. till we meet again! (i hope its not too far away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who i want to take me home! take me home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song is really stuck in my head =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who i want to take me home! take me home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-9177620329420235761?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/9177620329420235761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=9177620329420235761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9177620329420235761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9177620329420235761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heard-library-closing-song-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4777183383606718252</id><published>2008-10-11T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:03:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant get this song outta my head! haha. its so nice and cheery to sing along to =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my love its you that i dream of&lt;br /&gt;oh my love, since that day&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in my heart im always&lt;br /&gt;dancing with you in the summer rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter what i do now&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter what i say&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in my heart im always&lt;br /&gt;dancing with you in the summer rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see the lightning&lt;br /&gt;everytime i hear the thunder&lt;br /&gt;everytime i close the window&lt;br /&gt;when this happens in the summer&lt;br /&gt;oh the night is so inviting&lt;br /&gt;i can feel that you are so close&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;blows right through my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing and be happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4777183383606718252?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4777183383606718252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4777183383606718252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4777183383606718252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4777183383606718252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-get-this-song-outta-my-head-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7070946226260884423</id><published>2008-10-09T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:04:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MING IS UPSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel small. i wonder if i can do this. so much work, deadlines, projects, and everyones pulling ming in different directions :( can anyone handle so much at one time? i miss the days before school started :( being serious takes the fun out of everything :( its so hard to stay happy and sometimes i wonder if all this is worth fighting for. is this worth my youth? because i can so foresee ming leaving school with huge eyebags, white (and thinning!) hair, wrinkles, and a prematurely ageing body :(:(:( to enter the workforce where life is one madder rush. at e rate im going theres a high chance i wont live to turn 30. but i'll die with the body of a 70 year old. the prospect is terrifying :( is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me fighting! i dont know what else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7070946226260884423?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7070946226260884423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7070946226260884423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7070946226260884423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7070946226260884423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/ming-is-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3581542496804025082</id><published>2008-10-05T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:42:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week 8 (otherwise known as RECESS WEEK) is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i lied. there is no recess week. its a bloody study break. nvm everyone, spirits up! who cares about midterms and contract and presentations and LTB and reports and GRADED ASSIGNMENTS? who wants to come back to school every day to do work? who camp gsr like mad alr? I BET 3-7 IS BOOKED UNTIL NEXT YEAR PLEASE. sigh. smu students are terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, we ARE going to sentosa and mambo and chalet and bbq and get wasted (i hope)! and someone still wanted to go for a FOUR DAY HOLIDAY to BALI when we have a ONE WEEK STUDY BREAK. awesome eh =D i really wish we cld tho. it'd be heaven =D nvm im sure we'll get a chance too. four more years man. whats the hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop coming back to school everyday. that place is practically covered in my footprints la. if i bring my clothes with me i dont even have to go home any more man. haha. i thought i had a four day work week! i feel cheated. haha. i have been back in school every day for the past (at least) two weeks. not that we like e sch that much. but theres an intense lack of plugs and (reliable) wireless coverage everywhere else. we have got to find new hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is we've started on our real LTB project. bad news is its much more effort than we estimated :( i really wish we could outsource the work. anyone know any cheap labour? =D haha im kidding man. i really do want to help disadvantaged kids okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather random, but i feel like cutting my hair. like really short. should i? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a lifetime :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3581542496804025082?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3581542496804025082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3581542496804025082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3581542496804025082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3581542496804025082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-8-otherwise-known-as-recess-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3584972775961595908</id><published>2008-10-04T01:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:08:31.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have i ever said that my LTB grpmates are camwhores? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQ_go2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/p9ogOpVhdcM/s1600-h/n777830537_4188699_8292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQ_go2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/p9ogOpVhdcM/s320/n777830537_4188699_8292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975067397514050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQ41ecuMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FoApKicuojc/s1600-h/n777830537_4188694_6891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQ41ecuMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FoApKicuojc/s320/n777830537_4188694_6891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252974952731949250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQvD1hSCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D3cvf3JpYyM/s1600-h/n777830537_4188692_6363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQvD1hSCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D3cvf3JpYyM/s320/n777830537_4188692_6363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252974784788121634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQjZAcY_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JhQggs00Yx4/s1600-h/n777830537_4188691_6060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQjZAcY_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JhQggs00Yx4/s320/n777830537_4188691_6060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252974584312652786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQZ-XrFBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O_OhBWbiFBA/s1600-h/n716305419_1901266_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQZ-XrFBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O_OhBWbiFBA/s320/n716305419_1901266_2219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252974422543504402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQNDZCjpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UTVaPfxYZq8/s1600-h/n716305419_1857508_5287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQNDZCjpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UTVaPfxYZq8/s320/n716305419_1857508_5287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252974200553115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still love them anyways =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3584972775961595908?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3584972775961595908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3584972775961595908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3584972775961595908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3584972775961595908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-i-ever-said-that-my-ltb-grpmates.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SOZQ_go2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/p9ogOpVhdcM/s72-c/n777830537_4188699_8292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-9028535404682010832</id><published>2008-10-01T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:24:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent blogged properly in a really really long time. lifes been one mad rush. i dont really like the person its making me become, but i feel absolutely powerless to change anything. its like a strong current pushing you along and the only thing you can do is hold onto whats important to you as tightly as you can and try to stay afloat (sorry for the bad analogy. im not exactly the most descriptive writer around =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i havent been happy, ive been more than happy. lifes been good to me, and always fair ;) i just cant imagine another 10, 15 years like this. the journey's only just begun. and apparently life is one madder rush outside :( and ive (or rather, we've) realized that it is possible to let work consume you entirely. your life can revolve around work, work, work, and nothing else. its escapism, but it can be done. and the prospect is scary. its noble, yes, but very scary. remind me again, why did i choose such a consuming course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so much more than a drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-9028535404682010832?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/9028535404682010832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=9028535404682010832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9028535404682010832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9028535404682010832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-havent-blogged-properly-in-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7449971945344329069</id><published>2008-09-23T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:02:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my love it's you that I dream of &lt;br /&gt;Oh my love since that day &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my heart I'm always &lt;br /&gt;Dancing with you in the summer rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what I do now &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what I say &lt;br /&gt;Somwhere in my heart I'm always &lt;br /&gt;Dancing with you in the summer rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how addicts feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7449971945344329069?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7449971945344329069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7449971945344329069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7449971945344329069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7449971945344329069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-love-its-you-that-i-dream-of-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1076721814322811992</id><published>2008-09-20T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:59:04.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please make this last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1076721814322811992?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1076721814322811992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1076721814322811992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1076721814322811992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1076721814322811992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-good-please-please-make-this-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-5873590956124571178</id><published>2008-09-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:19:28.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for you babe, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5873590956124571178?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5873590956124571178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5873590956124571178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5873590956124571178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5873590956124571178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-you-babe-anytime.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7030135140081016440</id><published>2008-09-14T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:50:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when my time comes&lt;br /&gt;forget the wrongs that i've done&lt;br /&gt;help me leave behind&lt;br /&gt;some reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;dont resent me&lt;br /&gt;when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;leave out all the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7030135140081016440?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7030135140081016440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7030135140081016440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7030135140081016440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7030135140081016440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-my-time-comes-forget-wrongs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4874944826742106447</id><published>2008-09-12T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:56:52.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"lesson start at 830 you come at 9. meeting start at 8 you come at 830! mingyee!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model smu student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to stop being a sun you/sun youed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4874944826742106447?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4874944826742106447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4874944826742106447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4874944826742106447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4874944826742106447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/lesson-start-at-830-you-come-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1226837726610642456</id><published>2008-09-04T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:25:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is one mad rush now. but im loving every minute of it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise im gonna be more punctual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1226837726610642456?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1226837726610642456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1226837726610642456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1226837726610642456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1226837726610642456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-one-mad-rush-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6424823559521822950</id><published>2008-08-31T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:07:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl I can't notice but to&lt;br /&gt;notice you, noticing me,&lt;br /&gt;from across the room I can see it and can't stop myself from looking&lt;br /&gt;and noticing you, noticing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out I've seen her type before&lt;br /&gt;That girl is so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a bad girl,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her type before&lt;br /&gt;She's so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a bad girl, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move it man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6424823559521822950?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6424823559521822950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6424823559521822950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6424823559521822950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6424823559521822950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-i-cant-notice-but-to-notice-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-524892032889486938</id><published>2008-08-23T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:51:58.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is buried under her huge pile of readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be changed, no doubt. we'll all be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-524892032889486938?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/524892032889486938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=524892032889486938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/524892032889486938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/524892032889486938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/ming-is-buried-under-her-huge-pile-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4845921511371747581</id><published>2008-08-17T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:40:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;-3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk around the world to &lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubled mind &lt;br /&gt;I left my body laying somewhere &lt;br /&gt;In the sands of time &lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the dark &lt;br /&gt;Side of the moon &lt;br /&gt;I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the &lt;br /&gt;Dark side of the moon &lt;br /&gt;After all I knew it had to be something &lt;br /&gt;To do with you &lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind what happens now and then &lt;br /&gt;As long as you'll be my friend at the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I go crazy then will you still  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call me Superman  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There holding my hand  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll keep you by my side with  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My superhuman might  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kryptonite  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me strong, you called me weak &lt;br /&gt;But your secrets I will keep &lt;br /&gt;You took for granted all the times I &lt;br /&gt;Never let you down &lt;br /&gt;You stumbled in and bumped your head, if &lt;br /&gt;Not for me then you would be dead &lt;br /&gt;I picked you up and put you back &lt;br /&gt;On solid ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I go crazy then will you still  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call me Superman  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I'm alive and well will you be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There holding my hand  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhuman might  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kryptonite  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4845921511371747581?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4845921511371747581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4845921511371747581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4845921511371747581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4845921511371747581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/kryptonite-3-doors-down-i-took-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-436821817750413906</id><published>2008-08-14T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:45:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i get so tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be 4 years old again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry and let my mom solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna make my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be brave anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be grown up.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna hide under my blanket and be content with dreams, i dont wanna live.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sing love songs, i dont need to know love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to keep upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;so hard to keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;so hard to keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-436821817750413906?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/436821817750413906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=436821817750413906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/436821817750413906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/436821817750413906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-get-so-tired-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8204188203648461521</id><published>2008-08-12T23:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:49:26.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super brief update. enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTB - LUNCH! lets go guys. the faster we get this done, the sooner we can go for LUNCH!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGsgh6npCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/00f1OUXlHRg/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGsgh6npCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/00f1OUXlHRg/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233653916841255970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see us, the gluttons ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGs3WIMDdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0E9K-0f-M5g/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGs3WIMDdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0E9K-0f-M5g/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233654308813934034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some SMUX!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuNY3Z-rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GDcj0R-SHZA/s1600-h/CIMG6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuNY3Z-rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GDcj0R-SHZA/s320/CIMG6915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233655787017599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats our dinner, guys&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuedydDxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/85VkNq_HVlk/s1600-h/CIMG6933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuedydDxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/85VkNq_HVlk/s320/CIMG6933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656080396783378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iceskating!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuufFoDLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iFmdm3iYmiY/s1600-h/CIMG6945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGuufFoDLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iFmdm3iYmiY/s320/CIMG6945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656355623537842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was before the accident man&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvA0_hlkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iovPQWY8_as/s1600-h/CIMG6947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvA0_hlkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iovPQWY8_as/s320/CIMG6947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656670741173826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when u start biking&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGwbazWAgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UkF5VutMxgA/s1600-h/CIMG6982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGwbazWAgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UkF5VutMxgA/s320/CIMG6982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233658227078857218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvUZkuigI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IBVBeQ7hgKc/s1600-h/CIMG6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvUZkuigI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IBVBeQ7hgKc/s320/CIMG6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233657006978402818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what trekking is abt man.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvz4KaGOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AXDL7OiFG1g/s1600-h/CIMG7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGvz4KaGOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AXDL7OiFG1g/s320/CIMG7015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233657547765455074" 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/11529147-8204188203648461521?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8204188203648461521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8204188203648461521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8204188203648461521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8204188203648461521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-brief-update.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SKGsgh6npCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/00f1OUXlHRg/s72-c/IMG_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-5968720317431665051</id><published>2008-08-02T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:28:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is back! haha. feels good to be back in e real world. haha. miss e crazy games, snaking toilet queues, sleepless nights and endless laughter. but nvm, cheers to four years of course/schmates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of law camp for me was prob fright night. ask me if u want e details, its way too long a story to type out man. but i really have to thank clement for lending me his hand and being brave on my behalf ;) rest of e camp was fun, e crappy games are great fun too esp when ure tipsy, but of all e activities, e fright night really stood out for me man. im e kind that avoids haunted houses at funfairs leh. its kinda torture making me go for this kinda thing. and i really enjoyed e who what huh kinda games. haha. go denning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ftb was pretty funny. our faci alex was such a bonding point in our group :) it wasnt so much e activities that we did that made us become a team but it was e routine and e hilarious side of it all. like always having to sit in a circle (alex insisted all e time, we need to see EVERYONE'S face!), the food ;), the many many debriefs and the collapsing tents. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more camp for me, and its back to school! haha. act theres still alot of activites going on before sch starts. like convocation and freshmen bash. kinda looking forward to the last party before we get down to work. our last hurray! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch is starting so fast. and i got so caught up in sch stuff that i neglected e fact that all my other friends are starting sch nxt week! oh man guys. we have to meet up soon! we will contd meeting up even after sch starts! cheers to being everlasting ;) hope you guys have an easy (and fun!) time settling in :) ask me out when all e dust has settled! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still &lt;br /&gt;call me Superman &lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be &lt;br /&gt;there holding my hand &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with &lt;br /&gt;my superhuman might &lt;br /&gt;kryptonite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5968720317431665051?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5968720317431665051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5968720317431665051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5968720317431665051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5968720317431665051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/08/ming-is-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-9200534750524151506</id><published>2008-07-21T00:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:54:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back! photos to tell the story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its holiday time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINn4chWFrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Ee47SSx3y8/s1600-h/P1010256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINn4chWFrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Ee47SSx3y8/s320/P1010256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225134212106294962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graffiti  covered dessert shop!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINoS0foMRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cT81M-MvfiQ/s1600-h/P1010263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINoS0foMRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cT81M-MvfiQ/s320/P1010263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225134665218142482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the life, babe :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINonWpXzoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YG3H-HHZSNQ/s1600-h/P1010276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINonWpXzoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YG3H-HHZSNQ/s320/P1010276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225135017983200898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally awake and sightseeing ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpB4MTsGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uZVuJjlLGYQ/s1600-h/P1010297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpB4MTsGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uZVuJjlLGYQ/s320/P1010297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225135473664700514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that a monster! is that a monster!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpV2DXQXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfxUP7b4lOQ/s1600-h/P1010313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpV2DXQXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfxUP7b4lOQ/s320/P1010313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225135816687698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its burning me up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpnwj6HeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ljNtzFmi5t8/s1600-h/P1010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINpnwj6HeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ljNtzFmi5t8/s320/P1010330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225136124451233250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats what you call an ugly rock.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINqCau0DaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a0pdINYrW9M/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINqCau0DaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a0pdINYrW9M/s320/P1010351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225136582447861154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what you call a night market :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINqoEjQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zuNTrbHun6c/s1600-h/P1010405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINqoEjQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zuNTrbHun6c/s320/P1010405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225137229328868002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINq9dVn1yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_yXEeQTLVR4/s1600-h/P1010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINq9dVn1yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_yXEeQTLVR4/s320/P1010397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225137596759791394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINr0NcQQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xebJJkL-uiI/s1600-h/P1010480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINr0NcQQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xebJJkL-uiI/s320/P1010480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225138537385444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest joke of all, repulse bay :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINs1d7SCEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K0FC5t5wShA/s1600-h/P1010494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINs1d7SCEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K0FC5t5wShA/s320/P1010494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225139658502047810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the time in hk we were too busy shopping to camwhore, so thats it. it was a good trip. shopping was pretty fruitful and food was omg. again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give me your hand, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you feel my heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you feel the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or am i only dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or is this burning an eternal flame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-9200534750524151506?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/9200534750524151506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=9200534750524151506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9200534750524151506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/9200534750524151506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-photos-to-tell-story-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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/_BzyjFwVQ9EM/SINn4chWFrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Ee47SSx3y8/s72-c/P1010256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-2900554715975675478</id><published>2008-07-13T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:26:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow its been one hell of a busy busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming is going shopping eating shopping eating shopping eating in taiwan/hk nxt week :) tell me if u want anything from there. will be back soon, and hopefully not 843474521kg heavier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2900554715975675478?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2900554715975675478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2900554715975675478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2900554715975675478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2900554715975675478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-its-been-one-hell-of-busy-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-2936141377139383569</id><published>2008-07-08T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:47:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mingg: hey you go ask them if they want dessert la.&lt;br /&gt;hakim: why me!? im a guy! you go ask them la.&lt;br /&gt;mingg: guy den cannot ask meh?! den what u want me to ask them? you guys want vanilla, strawberry, or me?&lt;br /&gt;hakim: oh man vanilla please!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mingg rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did u guys see what the judge said to the convicted NSF! its omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It has been written, 'To everything there is a season'. There was a time when you loved, there came a time when you hated. There was a time when you felt you wanted to kill, now is the time for you to heal. There was a time when you were broken down, now is the time to build yourself up. There was a time when you were at war in your being, now is the time to restore peace within."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me omg or omg? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2936141377139383569?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2936141377139383569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2936141377139383569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2936141377139383569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2936141377139383569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/07/mingg-hey-you-go-ask-them-if-they-want.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-2186449969079977324</id><published>2008-07-05T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:14:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>previously, whenever i came across people blaming circumstances for whatever had or had not happened, i would unthinkingly dismiss the person as not having enough will to overcome the circumstances. circumstances, bah, i would think. the indomitable human will can overcome and achieve anything. the person just didnt try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now ive grown up and i have to admit that sometimes, mere human will is not enough. sometimes, we just cant change the situation using sheer human will. even if your will is strong enough to move a mountain [thats putting it really crudely], theres some things that nothing can change. honestly, nothing. and having such a strong will actually makes you hurt more, because you have to come to realize and accept that there are some things you just cant change, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another lesson in life. gives new meaning to what we all know but are not always successful in applying-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2186449969079977324?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/2186449969079977324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=2186449969079977324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2186449969079977324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/2186449969079977324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/07/previously-whenever-i-came-across.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6195019639119085562</id><published>2008-07-04T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:16:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming has been a good girl this week. no more drinking except for that soccer night [and half a glass, but thats hardly counted!]. late nights, but no more drinking nights :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched you dont mess with the zohan one night after work. its a pretty okay show actually. not e kinda show that is an entire waste of money, even though it seems like. looks can be deceiving okay guys. still not bad to watch. much funnier than get smart, in my opinion. there are underlying barbs sometimes so its not an entirely dumb show thats just supposed to make u laugh :) and why dont they change the jokes at crazy elephant?!?! its boring after awhile. when it gets to the pt that i know which joke is coming next, im gonna stop going there man. haha. or maybe just stop looking at e screen. lol. okay sorry ming has just degraded all readers' intelligence by about one million points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went to find eunice during her lunchtime. we had a not-so-budget isetan lunch :) bet u guys didnt know isetan has nice food right! haha. but it doesnt come with a place to sit and waiters to serve u la obviously. so we had to go up to lido and sit there and thankfully no one came to chase us away. if not we'll prob end up sitting on e ledge at e basement with all e other hang-arounders. hahahaha. den eunice had to go back to work so i went to e mango sale by myself :) im an independent girl man. lol. no honestly. ive gotten alot more independent as compared to last time. i can shop on my own [in town, no less!], hang ard for hours on my own, and just do stuff on my own. wow. impressive eh. hahahaha. anyway mango sale was damn good. i got so caught up i forgot abt e time and made joanne wait for quite long :) sorry my dearest. you're the best! finally got my white skirt. and a bright pink dress. haha ask me nicely and i might wear it out man. but e colour is really.........eyecatching. hmm. lets save it for when im overflowing with confidence yeah? hahahaha. and dont ask why i bought sth that im not gonna wear right now. never, ever, question a girl's purchases! its fine to ask are u sure u wanna buy this before she's bought it, when ure still in e shop. but after that? discussion's closed, babe. just nod and say its a nice dress ;) handy advice for all eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice time with joanne exploring her ds. hey i feel like getting one too la. diner dash is even more addictive when u have a stylus to jab around with :) hmm. can consider writing to santa for it. haha. by e time christmas comes ard..................................... hahaha. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work's been good. honestly i think i will miss it if i have to stop. i will miss my colleagues, definitely! e new [okay not so new] bartender and i are becoming good friends now. fun having someone to throw insults at :) but his insults always win mine la. not fair sia. haha. and theres my dearest lala and shanker and atan and everyone else of course :) how can anyone ask for better company? lol. and i will def miss having all my nights occupied. i dont like being on my own at night la. not good for e soul. hahahaha. its good to work at night and chill with lotsa pple ard la. at least there are people to pull you back from the brink. lol. i guess my independence is limited after all. some day! beats me why im fine alone in e day but it just kills me at night. haha. oh well. just hope i have e time and energy to continue when sch starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can take my driving test soon! haha. haven booked yet though. i love parallel parking. haha but honestly i dunno if i can park on real roads man. i need my poles! hahahaha. nvm who cares. get my license first den say. not as if i really have a car to drive anyway. haha. some day, my dear ming. someday you'll grow up and wish u were still a L-plate. cant turn back time man. cant reclaim lost innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow long post! haha. thanks for persevering my dear readers :) love you guys! take care and haaaaapppppppyyyyyyyyy weeekends! let e party begin!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6195019639119085562?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6195019639119085562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6195019639119085562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6195019639119085562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6195019639119085562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/07/ming-has-been-good-girl-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3872567192300887209</id><published>2008-06-30T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:01:14.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why don't you and I&lt;br /&gt;-Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the moment I spotted you,&lt;br /&gt;Like walking around with little wings on my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's filled with the butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's all right,&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing round from cloud to cloud,&lt;br /&gt;I'd got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down,&lt;br /&gt;If I'd said I didn't like it then you'd know I lied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied,&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that everything I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, Tails we'll try again,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's this fever going to break?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've handled more than any man can take,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a love-sick puppy chasing you around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's all right,&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing round from cloud to cloud,&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down,&lt;br /&gt;If I'd said I didn't like it then you'd know I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied,&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that everything I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, Tails we'll try again,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I begin to realize,&lt;br /&gt;This is never going to end&lt;br /&gt;Right about the same time you walk by,&lt;br /&gt;And I say 'Oh here we go again',&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied,&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that everything I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, Tails we'll try again,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't You and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, Tails we'll try again,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say you why don't You and I,&lt;br /&gt;Get together and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is love man. sweet beyond words. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spain won! and i reached home at six plus. the feeling is kinda surreal. coz its like my sisters were all dressed and ready to go to sch and i was like good night! haha. thankfully my mom didnt slaughter me and hang me outside to dry. worth it though, to see spain take the cup (: and, ive decided to stop drinking so much. stop laughing, honestly. drank more than ever before man. shanker and co are such bad influences. everytime my glass is half full he'll go so what do u want nxt? same or diff? and he insists on getting a new drink every time. oh well. he was paying anyway (: our whole table was on him. haha. think theres a huge hole in his pocket now. they drank like one million jugs of beer la. but they were good company (: and shanker's friend was damn sporting. haha coz its his birthday so they made him drink alot of killer stuff man. but he was still okay. at least he didnt like fall off his chair or sth. hahaha. but, anyway, ive decided to stop drinking so often. im damn sick of stumbling home and feeling out of control and lying on my bed and feeling my heart pounding and floating instead of sleeping and being so tired all the time. its time to be good! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to work. till next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO STALKER! YOU KNOW I KNOW YOU"RE THERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3872567192300887209?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3872567192300887209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3872567192300887209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3872567192300887209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3872567192300887209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-dont-you-and-i-nickelback-since.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-815467265850771554</id><published>2008-06-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:40:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a week. its been one hell of a rollercoaster man. ming has feelings too u know! one thing at a time man guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i [or rather we] had e rollerblading accident of our lives man. haha. jov and i went rollerblading again on wed. walked there, limped back. all because of our foolhardiness in trying some deceiving slope that is steeper than it looks man. jov landed in the grass and i landed on my butt. we didnt collide into one another, thankfully. but i saw her landing in e grass and e nxt thing i knew i felt i'd rather not have a butt. haha honestly. it was so painful i cldnt get up for awhile. and sat moaning on e ground. sorry but it really hurt la. and its still hurting now. cant even walk properly or bend because of it man. and i can forget abt running or any physical activity for awhile. haha. hope it gets better soon. pls, butt. dont be so mean to me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat to end all sore throats, hurting butt like never before. what a great week for ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a better weekend ahead guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and check out why don't you and i by nickelback. rocks my aching socks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-815467265850771554?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-3631356497891302064</id><published>2008-06-24T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:45:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has life always been like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3631356497891302064?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3631356497891302064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3631356497891302064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3631356497891302064'/><link 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/&gt;cause I don't know how to make the feelings stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feelings taking control&lt;br /&gt;of me and I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit around&lt;br /&gt;I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to&lt;br /&gt;Be around you&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;And do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know how to make the feelings stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feelings taking control&lt;br /&gt;Of me and I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I wont sit around&lt;br /&gt;I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize it was always there just never spoken&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feelings taking control&lt;br /&gt;Of me and I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I wont sit around&lt;br /&gt;I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;i just gotta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-2880928216333252544?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-1027379219529128562</id><published>2008-06-17T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:57:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt; is in the only state she ever is in at 2.04am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inebriated and convinced that shes invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1027379219529128562?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1027379219529128562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this man. check it out quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love With a Girl&lt;br /&gt;-Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people gonna say that they want you,&lt;br /&gt;To try to get you thinking they really care,&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing like the warmth of the one who has put in the time and you know he's gonna be there,&lt;br /&gt;Back your border when she knows someone crossed it,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody put you down, who you with&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain of protecting your name, from the crutch to the cane to the highwire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the woman just when I met her,&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when I was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right,&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when I wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the many broken back doors and windows,&lt;br /&gt;Through the valley of the love of the lost,&lt;br /&gt;Is a hole that is cut through the souls falling down from the thrones without leaving any windows,&lt;br /&gt;But you drown in a piece for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;The moment was over in time,&lt;br /&gt;Then its gone the hit and run the tactless one has a short life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the woman just when I met her,&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when I was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right,&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when I wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you what you do to think you practice what you preach,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there's nothing we cant preach,&lt;br /&gt;'cause the heart can't erase once it finds a place to be warm and welcome,&lt;br /&gt;To be held in shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the woman just when I met her,&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when I was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right,&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when I wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows me better&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when I wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five hours away, 754686436845213 miles apart, 9 more days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1239099320476928630?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1239099320476928630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1239099320476928630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1239099320476928630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1239099320476928630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-this-man.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7900929665286575065</id><published>2008-06-13T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:37:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last weekend i helped my cousin out at her booth at the thai festival. meaning, i camped at the thai embassy with packets of ice and bottles of wine for five days. it was pretty interesting actually. e stuff is the same every day so its not like u can buy alot of stuff. but it was fun to get to know e backstage people at the fair. like e organisers, the sound engineers, etc. and the food was absolutely awesome. luckily i had five days to try all the food at the fair. haha. i didnt eat every single thing la, but i tried everything i wanted to :) and they were giving free manicures! obviously not e same kind u get at a real manicure but its good enough for me man. i went for a manicure twice! haha. got bright pink nails e first time. e second time i came back with this really pretty dark purple and glittery nails. omg i love that colour. its just gorgeous. really! haha. the second last night of the fair was fun. they had some performance at the stage in front of our booth so there was super alot of people hanging around there. business wasnt good coz everyone was already drinking the singha beer like theres no tmr, and no damage to our poor livers. but e organiser and some friendly stallholders actually koped lotsa food and beer for us and came over to chill at our booth man. that was a good night man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night our dearest lala and i finished e rest of my bacardi at pizzeria. we were damn high after that. shanker's drunk friend was there too den he kept telling us long long stories about goodness knows what. lala and i were super amused that he and shanker sounded exactly the same. they have e exact same accent and pronounce some words in e exact same way la. prob coz their both nepalese. and his friend loved to use the word appreciate. every other sentence he said has appreciate in it. like, i appreciate you because you appreciate rum. i appreciate your friend's perfume. the customer appreciated me. we were trying our best not to laugh in front of him man. and we didnt even know he was drunk until at the end when he told us this totally contradicting story. coz he didnt look in the least bit drunk. but the story gave him away man.  it totally didnt make sense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went down to watch germany vs croatia. im sure you guys know e outcome of e match. after that i went home and had e scariest cab ride of my life man. firstly the cab driver looked kinda scary, not the uncle uncle kinda cab drivers which i feel so safe with. haha. and den he asked me how to go to lornie road. i wasnt sure either so i just said go by adam road. den he said adam road very long, do you want to go by mount pleasant? i wasnt sure where that was so i just said okay. and i tell you mount pleasant is e scariest route you can ever go alone with a cab driver at three am in the morning. if a cab driver ever tells you to go by there, say NO! after e cab driver turned into mount pleasant den he told me some women wld rather pay more to go by thomson road coz mount pleasant is really quiet. i was like thanks for telling me only now man. good job. mount pleasant is a nightmare at night. honestly. its really dark and quiet and winding. the kinda road that if u scream no one will hear. when he turned in i was like SHIT this is how people get murdered man. and it seemed to last forever! on and on and on. i was like come on already! but the alcohol was super calming so i cldnt bring myself to panic even though my brain was screaming ming ming you're in deep shit! what if its a dead end and e road doesnt lead anywhere?! cant tell you how relieved i was to see the green thomson road sign. i was like THANK GOD!!!! never been so grateful to get home in one piece man. and if i ever meet another cab driver who recommends MOUNT PLEASANT im gonna whack the shit outta him. haha. now you know guys, be warned!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7900929665286575065?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7900929665286575065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7900929665286575065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so boring. luckily i have interesting fellow waitresses to chat the time away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with jovena on wed :) she bought her bag! haha and i bought a skirt :) den i had to go to work. and mimi came to chijmes for a drink with me after work! hahahhaha. we went to le baroque. the live band there is really damn good! can barely hear each other though so its not really somewhere u go to have a conversation. hahahaha. it was a good night though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving on thursday again. and omg directional change is e most difficult thing ive learnt in my short driving career man. its like wth how can anyone reverse and come out of a 90 degree lot without hitting anything!? in limited space too man. level of difficulty reaches the 84651353484th level for ming :( how am i going to park nxt time!? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday night my entire family went to republic poly for the yearly st nicks concert, jubilate V. to support my sister la. she was performing. haha. the whole concert was really good. although we missed the front part because we were standing outside with the other latecomers. but we were in time for my sister's performance! haha. and in the auditorium there were abt 50 girls for every guy you see. haha. i love all girls environments man. makes me feel safe, somehow. and has the standard of st nicks performing arts groups always been this high or have they improved tremendously in recent years? haha. because the concert this year was really really outstanding. every single group put up a really mindblowing performance. and there were of course hilarious glitches that comes with every large scale event organized by a group of relatively young girls. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i was going to have a pretty dull weekend. but at e last min joanne called me for shopping ytd. haha. shopping was good man. we hardly bought anything but we saw lots and lots and lots and lots of nice stuff! and im so going to get that gorgeous fossil watch we saw. its killing me not to have it man. haha. why didnt i buy it ytd! nvm its never too late. here i come, you big beautiful watch! (: and eunice bought me a box of our fav liquor chocs :):):) i love you dear! they're as nice as i rmbred man :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update again after the weekend is over. i wanna watch sex and the city!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8885321384612302152?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8885321384612302152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8885321384612302152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8885321384612302152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8885321384612302152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-has-been-pretty-cool-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3583209873981118678</id><published>2008-05-29T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:56:20.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you think its the end of the road but its actually just the beginning of a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you think things would be better if it never was but you find you can't go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you want to go back to being who you were before and living the life you had before, but you find you can't reverse events, unscar yourself and go on like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder why your lifelong goal to be independent never succeeds, and you wonder if you have it in you to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder if all this effort will really help in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder if you're in this alone when you're not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you cry, and wonder if anyone else ever feels this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't be happy when you have it, you can't live without it. what is it with humans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3583209873981118678?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3583209873981118678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-6734021323927867288</id><published>2008-05-26T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:44:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful&lt;br /&gt;one life, today, you're irresistible&lt;br /&gt;get up, get out, stay wonderful&lt;br /&gt;all this time is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful&lt;br /&gt;one life, today, is undeniable&lt;br /&gt;get up, get out, stay wonderful&lt;br /&gt;all this time is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;all this time is waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6734021323927867288?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-5407025623588019417</id><published>2008-05-25T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:49:57.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has been one happening week at work. from delibrately difficult customers to customers who leave without paying, to thunderstorms both in e kitchen and out, we've seen them all this week. waitressing is not as easy as it looks. when alls well and good, its as easy as abc. but when you get difficult customers who refuse to pay, confused orders and wrong food being sent out and tempers start to flare, bills that get stuck or charged wrongly, things do get complicated. its especially bad when the customers are so nice. they want the weirdest things sometimes, but they are so nice about it you cant bring yourself to be mean to them. one night we had this massive problem with the bill machine. shanker, being the brilliant bartender he is, charged the wrong bills to the wrong credit cards. den he cldnt figure out how to uncharge it. so in e meantime all other tables cldnt leave coz they cldnt get their bills. it took nearly an hour to clear everything up. there were some disgruntled customers but most of them were really nice abt it. den of course, there was e extremely busy day that one of e waitresses sent e food to e wrong table, leading to a huge holdup in e kitchen and alot of unhappy tension. and e day, even before the night began, that the chefs had some internal conflict which resulted in long faces and no happy chatter the whole night. i was so glad their long knives still remained on e kitchen board. shld have seen their faces man. i didnt dare to say anything to any of them the whole night. all in all, a pretty happening week at work. never seen so much drama in one week man. and btw, max didnt come this week :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyun and i went to check out the travel agencies at people's park this week. we actually spent more than half the time at dorothy perkins nearby. i got three tops and a hole in my wallet. haha. we've more or less decided on our trip! just have to fix the date and go down to e agencies again :) finally i get to buy my own dutyfree alcohol :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an enjoyable, lazy afternoon with our dearest joanne and jov and an in house screening of ps i love you. the show definitely does not come under romantic comedy man. theres nothing funny at all. i thought it was rather sad actually. abit like the extremely sad marian keyes book i read e other time. but i enjoyed the girls' company as always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i spent the day at the expo with lauren and her cousin mirjam. we were there for the hillsong united concert but we were super early so we went to the robinson's sale at the hall nxt door for awhile. both of them are not really shoppers so i did most of e shopping while they stood ard. kinda paiseh but i cldnt resist! i did get some stuff in e end. some really pretty stuff! getting the tickets for the concert was full of drama too. we didnt manage to get tickets at first coz they were sold out. but mirjam found someone to buy e tickets from so we went there. but e person didnt turn up even when it was really really late. so mirjam started asking people at the door if they had extra tickets. and we actually managed to get another four tickets! so us and mirjam's friends managed to get in :) the concert was really good. my first time going for a concert at the expo. but it was really really good. alot of jumping and screaming and singing. you know for once, its okay to jump and sing and scream really loudly in public. it felt really exhilarating. hahahaha. and we came out with our eardrums intact! going home was terrible though. there were millions of people at the concert so of course the millions moved onto the trains and all. and there was absolutely no place to buy food and we were starving! even 7-11 refused to let us in coz they said they were closing. terrible people. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw the most obscene advertisement ever in the mrt. seriously guys, keep ur eyes open on the mrt. theres this advertisement which looks really tame at first glance but look more carefully and see what they're advertising! its totally crude man. cant believe they allow such adverts on e mrt. there are little kids around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was my brother's First Holy Communion. haha it was really cool coz now its like my little brother is all grown up! wowee. my cheeksie, all grown up! oooohhh. we took some nice pics which i'll post when they're up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy e rest of e weekend guys! have a good week ahead :) live well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5407025623588019417?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5407025623588019417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5407025623588019417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5407025623588019417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5407025623588019417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-has-been-one-happening-week-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3947336726048012272</id><published>2008-05-20T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:28:21.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long weekend was good :) sat we went with eunice for her tea session. are we nice or are we nice? haha. two pple accompany one person leh! lol. and it was in ntu! spent like one and a half hrs travelling there la. haha. but it was quite interesting. we got to see e labs and all. and laugh at eunice's coursemates. but we were starving throughout la coz we didnt have time for lunch. so every lab we went to we were like hurry hurry lets go for e tea reception NOW! haha. e food wasnt that good but it was edible man, and thats all thats impt to starving people :) and there were peach tarts! but dont worry dear eunice i will rmbr to get u a proper hans peach tart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was exciting. met charm and steven for lunch at adam road food centre. its rather inaccessible by public transport. haha. but we [or rather, i] found our way there. the food there was not bad too. too many choices and a limited appetite. ohwell. we still had room for dessert though :) mudpie at island creamery was totally heaven. and we tried e tiger sorbet which really does taste like tiger beer but less bitter. and we watched speed racer! its better than i expected man. haha. at least we didnt come out with half of our intelligence left, which wld prob have happened if we watched drillbit taylor ;) but honestly its not a bad show. not exactly predictable so its quite exciting sometimes. ask me if u want spoilers! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have a new no. 1 pal. she's pink and furry and has a heart stamped on her foot ;)  and she has two hearts! haha really she does. no clothes though, because i really dont think bears shld be dressed like humans. but shes still gorgeous :) and she went on e singapore flyer with us ytd! haha. e flyer is quite boring after awhile. coz it moves really really slowly and most of what u see ard is hdb flats and mud and construction sites. maybe e view will be better in a few years when theres less construction sites ard. haha but e good thing is theres a popeye's there! yum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this day is going down in history &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3947336726048012272?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3947336726048012272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>jackjack just sent me a song thats quite hilarious. haha its by jay chou. dont know e chinese name but apparently its sth abt listening to your mom. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i passed my ftt! yayyee :) tues was nice. cleared my ftt and finally went shopping with our dearest shiyun. if only all driving tests are theory tests. den i think i can get my license damn fast. oh well. can book my practical test soon :) but scared la. my driving is not exactly........the best. but im improving! haha. maybe coz i got a diff instructor for once. time to work on my driving man. shopping was good. saw alot of nice stuff man. but hmm money is limited as always. why doesnt money grow on trees? HAHAHAHA i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the adorable 21 month old who's mine, his name is max. but im not going to see him this week! damn sad la. nvm even if we're miles apart my heart is always with him ;) he is really the cutest thing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a new guy at work. haha. he's hilarious too, and really nice. his girlfriend is one lucky girl la. he says e mushiest things. and shes not even there to hear it la! thanks lor. makes my goosebumps stand up. hahaha. and he has e most curly hair ever. its even more curly than max's! but it suits him. but sorry girls, hes way taken. and this week was our inhouse bartender's last week. will miss him and his constant bickering with shanker. so now shanker is our new inhouse bartender :) why do bartenders always have to be guys? who says girls cannot lift the beer barrels?! and pizzeria has been expanding. we have new tables now! and more to come. haha. but nope, no new fans. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats it for now. update later! live well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5610204940277218325?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5610204940277218325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5610204940277218325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5610204940277218325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5610204940277218325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/jackjack-just-sent-me-song-thats-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1002951897300040670</id><published>2008-05-12T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:58:15.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to everyone who's scared and wondering what the future holds.....listen and take heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divided by fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've gotta believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, there's a reason we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the truth all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our faith can be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And our hands can be bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With nothing to stop us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it not worth the risk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, is it not worth the risk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the year's we're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if hope was shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause these are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's make the best of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can't go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To speak our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've gotta let out what's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it love tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we get it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah well can we get it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are the year's we're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And these are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even if hope was shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know it wouldn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's make the best of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1002951897300040670?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1002951897300040670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1002951897300040670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1002951897300040670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1002951897300040670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-everyone-whos-scared-and-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-5201312468418870077</id><published>2008-05-11T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:48:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has been quite a weekend. two movies in two days. we watched what happens in vegas on fri and made of honour on sat. i must say that if ure deciding btwn e two shows, pick what happens in vegas! even though the name always makes me feel like theres a grammar mistake........but still! its really funny. like really funny. like laugh out loud funny. not the kinda jokes that u know are meant to be funny but they are so planned and choreographed that they are just painful to watch. which is what happens in made of honour most of e time. e trailer looked pretty good so i really wanted to watch it. and well, as with what happens most of e time, the trailer is better than the show itself. it was quite painful to watch at times because its so predictable. the lead actress is really pretty though and she does the smile brilliantly. how does someone keep smiling the smile so many times and still look like she really means it? and she has really nice dresses. but nothing else really memorable abt e show though. if u want to watch made of honour, just watch the trailer. the essence of the whole movie is there. unless of course you've lots of money and time to burn then.......... i'd watch what happens in vegas twice if i were you. the hilarity is priceless :) and stay for the credits! theres a really funny scene at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty good. church in e morning was crowded. like way crowded. coz the archbishop was here for mass so e church was like bursting, literally. one more person try to squeeze in and we're all gonna overflow outside alr. all the more exciting i guess. haha coz at twelve they had this fiesta where its like free food and entertainment all around. by e time lauren and i went down most of e free food was gone but we still had e most amazing éclairs ever and enough food to stuff ourselves. haha. there was still alot of people at the fiesta and everyone was pretty good sport participating, including our parish priests who actually performed for the audience. people [or rather kids] actually participated in e games so at least it didnt turn out like those agonizing funfairs where u really really really pity the mc. no fancy uncle ringo rides and all, just food and drinks and ice cream. but i still really enjoyed e atmosphere :) nice to see everyone let their hair down for abit. it is, after all, pentecost :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ftt on tues. wish me luck guys, im gonna need it! haha. i gotta put more effort into driving man. at e rate im going i'll prob get my license after i turn 60 la. from now on im going to be your number one safe driver. no more reckless turns and swerving between lanes and doing anything without doing the all important MSB first. thats MIRROR, SIGNAL, and BLINDSPOT, for the uninitiated. nxt time u wanna look for me on e road, look to your left! yupp, the ssdc car crawling on the left lane. wave to me! i'll do an MSB and wave back =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a good week ahead, and to a new and improved ming! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-5201312468418870077?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/5201312468418870077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=5201312468418870077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5201312468418870077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/5201312468418870077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-has-been-quite-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4847877864997124506</id><published>2008-05-08T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:36:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was my one off weekday this week. it surprised me really, because i missed work terribly. i was like suffering from no work withdrawal. i missed hanging ard there and talking to everyone. instead i was hanging ard at home and irritating the shit out of everyone. i was so pissed with myself i cldnt help pissing everyone off too. can someone pls bring happy happy ming back? i miss her! i dont like living with this new ming and her weird mood changes. its difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone up for some bacardi and coke? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4847877864997124506?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4847877864997124506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4847877864997124506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4847877864997124506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4847877864997124506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/ytd-was-my-one-off-weekday-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3711844601227972058</id><published>2008-05-06T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:02:33.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two wakes, two funerals, all in less than two months, is more than what anyone should have to go through. seemingly endless camping at wakes night after night, taking leave for the funeral day, living in my comfy white shirt and blue pants and slippers, seeing all my relatives gathered for what might be the last time, its not exactly the most pleasant feeling in the world. for my grandma's wake previously, the mood was almost festive at times. so many many many people [i have nearly thirty cousins, for the record], so many many visitors, my bro and his kakis running havoc around the house, it was almost like cny again. my uncle even offered to take out his leftover cny goodies. but of course the mood changed on the last night, and the last day. distraught faces, tears all around. still feels weird going back to her house every sat when shes not there. its like sth is missing, someone didnt come, know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandad's funeral was slightly different. less people, for one. not as many cousins and we didnt really camp there coz its still sch time. my bro had much less kakis to run havoc with. more guilt, because we didnt make an effort to go down to see him more often when he was still ard, more shock, because he left so suddenly. oh well. im just glad its over. no more funerals in the near future okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i took a motorbike a second time. it was less scary, coz the driver is a safer one :) and there was this really really super duper adorable caucasian toddler at pizzeria the other day. he was so cute i tell you. i gave him my heart there and then ;) he had the most fantastic curly hair and the most heavenly blue eyes. honestly! if you want to know what angels look like, it must be like him. and he was the most friendly boy ever. haha. he even came to give me a hug :):):):) ask me if u want to know his other antics/join me in his fan club. its way too many to type out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming last night. meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time if u guys are down, when its e time of e month, when u have sth on your mind, or in short anytime that you feel like you're not e normal happy person you are, i have the solution. really! haha. take yourself to macritchie for a walk. does wonders for your soul :) and if you still feel down, try running back. lol. the most foolproof plan to get your moods up again ever. the pain in your legs will distract you from pain anywhere else ;) and u get nicer legs too! win-win situation eh. hahahaha. but dont get lost la. that doesnt help things much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, driving time. update again soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3711844601227972058?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3711844601227972058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3711844601227972058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3711844601227972058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3711844601227972058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-wakes-two-funerals-all-in-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1721661477844054252</id><published>2008-04-30T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:02:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night, i rode pillion on a motorbike for the first time in my life. it was scary, honestly. i was clinging onto jack for my dear life. it didnt really help things that he was speeding most of e way and had a tendency for sharp turns and the kinda swerving that u have to swing ur whole body to the side for. and we very nearly ran into the back of a truck that stopped suddenly at a traffic light la. he had to swerve dangerously to avoid the bloody obstruction. and annoyingly, he kept trying to outspeed melvin. which is not really a good idea when u have a totally noob pillion rider sitting behind you. i believe he diligently ignored me when i shouted that i wanted to get there and live to tell the tale. cant tell you how thankful i was when we reached our destination in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, im thankful to him for giving me the honour of riding on his gorgeous bike :) supper was good, my treat. my colleagues rock man, literally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i suddenly realized when i was on e bike, that i was living. biking is not my life or passion, definitely, but i felt alive when we were speeding through the roads, the wind making a mess of our hair and freezing my arms off. maybe, im closer to discovering what i live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find sth constructive to do with my days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1721661477844054252?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1721661477844054252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1721661477844054252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1721661477844054252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1721661477844054252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-night-i-rode-pillion-on-motorbike.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1004002333190178717</id><published>2008-04-27T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:39:38.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first lazy day in awhile. feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'what do we live for' list is still empty. okay i admit it sounds weird to have such a list. but theres a rationale behind it okay. you see, because im going to have so much time, i need to find sth useful to do with my time. so where do u start finding sth useful from? by first deciding what is going to satisfy you. what satisfies you? knowing you are doing sth worthwhile. and how do you know what is sth worthwhile? by first knowing what we slog on earth for. hence, the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started e list at e pbso. i wrote 1. den i was stuck. so i asked the two people closest [physically and otherwise ;)] to me at e time, charm and steve. charm said immediately, for freedom, truth, beauty and love, the bohemian motto! i didnt write that down though. because it sounds so idealistic! and honestly, i dont think thats what i live for. maybe some parts of it, but definitely not the whole freedom-truth-beauty-love package. meanwhile, i haven discovered what exactly i live for yet. i'll let u guys know when i do, but i hope its not the kinda qn u only discover the answer to at your deathbed. let me know if u guys have any ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week ahead! and live well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1004002333190178717?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11529147.post-6843630133565832569</id><published>2008-04-24T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:17:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're coming to the end of another week. isnt it scary how the weeks slip by so quickly? but i dont feel they pass as fast as last time when i was working. coz now every day is different, i cant blame e lack of time for not doing stuff i shld do. and every day is a new day! which is really interesting, and every week i get to do stuff that i want to do! i think im gonna enjoy this period. its rather troublesome having to plan a new schedule every day/week but e flexibility is well worth it :) and actually its only about four more months to the start of school, so make e most of your time everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but e downside is i hardly get to see my friends/family nowadays. coz i work three times a week at night. i do enjoy working though, so im not about to quit. and i ended my day job on tuesday so....... all e more time for me! haha. between driving lessons and working at night, there isnt actually much time to kill. and most people i know actually have to work in the day, so i always end up seeing the same [jobless!] people. not that im complaining, i love you guys! but i do wonder how my other friends are doing. hahaha. update me guys! pls bother to keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its rather sad coz im about to lose another friend to tekong. tmr, the two musketeers will bid our third musketeer goodbye for now. we will miss him, but we're proud of him for playing his part in keeping us [and our families!] safe! arent we, charm? hahahaha. dont worry stevie, we'll keep u updated and take good care of our doggies! lol. they'll still be ard when u come out, hopefully ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on e other hand, we are welcoming anghong back from tekong! aww thats awesome too :) welcome back to civilisation in advance, anghong! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day for shopping. i finally bought my flats :) they're purple! haha. and they are beautiful. lol. and charm got two pairs of shoes! really, awesomely, take-your-breath-away, beautiful shoes too. yayyy :) retail therapy rocks man. i so feel like going back to look at somemore shoes :) can we ever have enough shoes? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all for now. enjoy the upcoming weekend! live well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6843630133565832569?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6843630133565832569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this has been one hectic week. i keep trying to update but i never have time to type out my entire post so it keeps getting saved as a draft. haha. nvm i shall do a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i actually really enjoy hectic weeks. i think im e kind that needs to keep moving and doing stuff. haha nvm ive always known im no good at theoretical fantasizing in a comfy armchair :) and of course focussing on the task in front of you leaves you no room to think about what could have been, what should be, and what will be. im really good at thinking too much and keeping busy is a really good cure for that :) moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive actually learnt alot this week, and made alot of new friends/colleagues. ive started working/helping out/being part of the furniture at the pro bono services office, along with our dearest charm and steven. besides adding alot more noise to the office and taking up one whole cubicle [yes, the three of us in one cubicle with one laptop between us! what do u think e situation is like? chaotic!], we've learnt a fair bit. its a diff side you hardly get to see if you keep working in firms. our other colleagues are nice, tolerant of the noise [most of the time anyway], and we have more company for lunch! and there is alot of food around people's park. yumyum. not sure how long we will be there but we'll enjoy it as long as it lasts! haha. thats been my day job for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, three days a week, i transform into waitress ming. i was pretty scared on my first day coz yeah, it was my first day. and my first time in f &amp;amp; b, so they call it. first day was a hell lot to learn and remember and use, but i think im getting the hang of it. colleagues are nice, i think they will become friends. downside is ive been sleep deprived this week. because i work till eleven, get home around twelve, sleep around one, and wake up at 730 to go to the sub courts. one night i even had a drink with my colleagues and only got to sleep at two plus. waking up the next day was a living hell, i tell you. its not very possible to work a day job and a part time night job at the same time and do both well. luckily neither is extremely draining so im still surviving :) i wldnt recommend it though. today was e first day this week ive actually seen my siblings. the rest of e days they're alr asleep when i get home. its like, hello, strangers. and next week is going to be another week of the same! only slightly more busy coz ive booked driving lessons from tues to fri. hmm. that means i'll be running to three places a day on some days. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i had my first practical driving lesson on thurs. ask me if you want the exact details, its way too long a story to type out. but basically it was rather entertaining. i think e instructor thought i was amusing. im looking forward to my nxt lesson! hope i can still rmbr what it is im supposed to rmbr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri night was good. eunice and i tried crab shack. now she finally believes its really an eating place, not some dubious looking coffeeshop with a crabshack sign. hahahaha. it was good, honestly. give it a try if u have e chance. nothing much to say for the ambience, but the food is still okay. went over to thomson plaza after that and i nearly didnt recognize it la. theres even a munchy's donuts in there. no, really. its changed quite abit. main tenants like swensen's is still there but other tenants are quite diff now. oh and we saw tammy! there was an awkward moment but its nice to see someone u know in unexpected places :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, eunice and i [again! i love you dear. hahahaha.] went to bugis on the quest for the cheap, nice, covered flats that come in size 40. hmm. saw countless pairs of shoes and tried on quite a few, and i was reminded of why im not a big shoe-buyer. all the shoes on display are size 36/37. its a hassle to get e salesperson to bring out a size 40 for me, more so when e salesperson is busy seeing as its a weekend. and most of e time i end up not getting the shoes, for alot of diff reasons, some entirely unexplainable. why cant everyone have big feet too! oh well. in e end we went home with a really expensive glitter eyeshadow for me. it was the sales assistant's anne hathaway eyes that did me in, honestly. how can u say no to such eyes?!?!?!?!?!?!? haha. nvm at least we didnt go home empty handed :) although i did go home empty pocketed. lol. and we met two slightly high 'financial planners' from prudential. it was hilarious talking to them. they were so insistent but we stayed strong and resisted giving them our numbers! haha later they call us persistently with insurance for us to buy. hahaha. not entirely sure if they wanted our numbers for personal or business reasons, but nevertheless im sure we did the right thing :) theres always msn! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all its been a pretty good week. its moved along at a frantic pace, compared to the previous week when i could update every day. but i like! really learnt alot, seen alot of different people, heard alot of different viewpoints, and had many interesting discussions. cheers to more good weeks to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder though, if keeping busy solves anything? the bad thoughts are still there haunting, but they are relegated to the background because we have to focus on the task at hand. they are temporarily swept under the carpet, or put in the closet. but will there come a time when there are too many skeletons in our closet? does tiring ourselves out endlessly day after day help to solve anything, does it make us a better person? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answers here guys, i dont know either. let me know what you guys think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the weekend guys, its only half over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-has-been-one-hectic-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-210892107876527340</id><published>2008-04-13T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:28:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weekend is ending. its going to be back to work on mon :( i guess i had enough time as a lady of leisure. its time to go back to the real world! haha. dont worry im not going to be working for long. u guys can call me out again soon! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after church i went with qi to e st gab's choir concert. last min kinda thing coz her friend ps-ed her. so i was e substitute. lol. e concert was surprisingly good, though the venue was abit out of the way. but its not that far from city hall actually. we shopped for awhile after that. and i had an ice cream cone :) andersen's rum and rasin is totally going into my list of things that are heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw these lyrics again. haven heard the song in a long while but it still strikes me that the lyrics are super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Already There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He called her on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from a lonely cold hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to hear her say I love you one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but when he heard the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the kids laughing in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he had to wipe away a tear from his eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little voice came on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said daddy when you coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he said the first thing that came to his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the sunshine in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the shadow on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm your imaginary friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I know I'm in your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She got back on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said I really miss you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't worry about the kids they'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish I was in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lying right there beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'll gently kiss your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch you with my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so turn out the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the beat in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the moonlight shining down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'll be there until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you feel the love that we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we may be a thousand miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'll be with you wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the sunshine in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the shadow on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'll be there until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you feel the love that we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I'm already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg dont u think its super sweet! at times like this it always makes me wonder how love can be so strong, that you can actually feel it when the person is not even physically there. reminding me of which, i read this really heartbreaking book. actually i read half of it then i stopped. it was too sad. no, honestly. its called anybody out there by marian keyes. its really heartbreaking! its basically about this woman who was involved in a car accident with her husband. she was badly injured but she survived but her husband died. when you first read theres no explanation of the past before, it just jumps into her recuperating at her parents home. so for the longest time i thought that her boyfriend had just dumped her. until about halfway thru then they explained about the accident and all. the past events were kinda intertwined in the narration of whats going on now. so i didnt realise what actually happened until quite late. it was so heartbreaking. i hate reading books which dont have happy endings! kinda limits the books i read but i really dont like reading books that have no endings or sad endings. and i dont see how this book can end happily. i did read the last few pages though, just to see what happened. i think she saw a really beautiful moth [one of the signs she was waiting for] and i think her husband's ex girlfriend had his child or sth. oh well. i dont wanna know what happened in between. haha. it was really sad coz they were a really loving couple, and they were like really meant to be together. its depressing that he died so soon. yes, i know, its fiction. still it doesnt make it any less heartbreaking reading about how she tried to cope with his death. oh well. that was another example of a love so strong that i think its incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people actually get to experience something like that in their lifetime? the really old couples still holding hands and helping each other along, the look they still have in their eyes when they look at each other, and the way they still smile the smile when they look at each other, it actually really amazes me. because, its a really long time. and as you know, time heals all wounds, but it also erodes at love and emotions, making people forget why they got married in the first place. the mundane takes over and flaws start to irritate the shit out of each other. is the love of an already divorced couple any different from the love that a loving old couple had? i think when they started out the love was the same. the same love that makes people get married. but over time, one couple worked at it and it worked for them [forgive the pun], but one couple neglected it and it eventually became some sort of monster that ate at them until they couldn't bear to stay tgt anymore. i think the difference lies in their attitude, since its their attitude that actually shapes what they did or didnt do. sigh. its like one of the wonders of the world. haha. thats the difference between the love you see between two young people holding hands and the love you see between two wrinkled and slightly deaf and blind with age people holding hands. its different. you can see it. young people love because they need each other. the old couple need each other because they love each other. its what and who you love. and of course the scariest is loving for the sake of being in love. but lets not end up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="auth"&gt;-Sir James M. Barrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. in e end you can't bring anything with you to your grave. the only thing you can do is to leave your love and legacy to live on through the others still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my grandma :( she popped into my head randomly during church today. her absence is the biggest and worst feeling silence ive ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should stop assuming that people know we love them. actually even if they do we should still tell them that we love them. just to remind them, and im sure they'd like to hear it. at least i like to hear it. haha but im sure everyone does too :) actions speak louder than words, but words remind them of the actions we took and the love we have for them. so..........you guys know what to do! haha. say it, you dont wanna have anything to regret nxt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live well. and as always, i love you guys! have a good week ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-210892107876527340?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/210892107876527340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=210892107876527340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/210892107876527340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/210892107876527340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-is-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-393942280904086117</id><published>2008-04-12T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:30:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy today is sat. its the third day in a row that ive woken up at freaking 630 in the morning too. im suffering from a severe lack of sleep now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been doing much recently. ytd we went to send anghong off to tekong. it was interesting seeing tekong after hearing so much about it. hahahha. looks pretty nice, or maybe thats just how e civilian-accessible place looks. but e whole exercise was pretty cool. im gonna miss our fellow angel! now we have to wait a long time before we can have a gac outing :( caroline, we're on our own! at least for now. hahahahaha. gac got any prob den e two of us must solve alr leh! no more counting on anghong for everything! hahaha. what problems does e gac ever face anyway? lol. still its always nice to have anghong ard just in case. oh well. time for us to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after e headache-inducing ride back to civilization, caroline and i went to look see look see at white sands. nothing much to see really, its like e pasir ris version of thomson plaza, more practical than anything. nearly ended up buying a black skirt though. i have to commend myself on the remarkable self-restraint shown :) then it was off to chijmes for me to find a gainful employment. its a long story actually but the bottomline is i found what i was looking for :) so you can now call me waitress ming. hahahhaha. kinda exciting to be going to waitress. im looking forward to it :) at night we ate din tai fung. which i have to say is entirely overrated. sorry but any place that has things like xiaolongpao but no hargao (!) is totally at the bottom of my fav food place list. and besides that the xiaolongpao filling tastes the same as my wanton filling. which is......not good, not good! haha okay in short im absolutely disappointed with the people queuing outside. go eat thaipan instead! haha that was random. but any place is better than there. go upstairs and eat dimsum at food republic also better la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up at freaking 630 again. to go ntu for the wkwsci interview. admission test was okay but interview kinda sucked. we spent two hrs plus btwn the test and the interview stoning! resulting in me nearly falling asleep during the real interview. coz they interviewed 10 of us at one go so one person not being there mentally doesnt really make much diff. i was drifting away and trying to not yawn so obviously but i think e prof must have been wandering how come this girl looks like shes on drugs or sth, yawning away like that. and i hardly spoke a word throughout the whole thing la. the longest thing i said was "hi, my name is mingyee" and that was it. silence for the rest of the half hr or so. haha oh well. can smu pls just take me and put me out of my misery?!?! i woke up at freaking 630! [sorry but i just have to harp on that. you wld too if u woke up when it was still dark to get to freaking jurong by 9.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice ps-ed me after the interview! we were supposed to go shopping! haha but i went on my own. actually i think it was better like that coz if she came with me i'd prob bore her to death by yawning incessantly. my brain was totally not conversational. so my dear, u made a good choice today to ps me ;) and i managed to get my black jeans. yes i know i totally abandoned my principles. but i need it for waitressing! as it is i didnt get the super tight kind. all e black jeans that i tried were e super tight kind but i didnt want sth so tight. so when i tried one pair that wasnt vacuum-packed to my legs i was damn happy. i wanted to jump in e changing room and shout this is it man!!!!! haha. i was actually quite okay shopping on my own. i think coz i was so tired my brain didnt even process that theres anything strange abt shopping on my own. i was just like black jeans, black jeans, where, how much, damnit i have no principles, black jeans, black jeans? haha. so yupp, perfectly fruitful shopping trip. next stop, raffles city! anyone up for it? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to be employed from mon onwards. at least for nxt week la. the three musketeers are regrouping and heading down to CLAS to help [terrorize] them! looking forward to breakfasting and lunching with the other two musketeers :) hopefully theres a hans nearby yeah? that wld be absolute heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that it for today folks. ming is a tired girl today. enjoy your weekend and rmbr ming loves you guys! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then you wouldn't need to say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz i'd already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-393942280904086117?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/393942280904086117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=393942280904086117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/393942280904086117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/393942280904086117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/yayy-today-is-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-3642008303853868766</id><published>2008-04-10T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:36:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to say in my defence, i dont normally do quizes like this. but im really bored today! u try being unemployed for two weeks and see if u get bored. lol. thanks caroline, for tagging me sth to relieve my boredom :) and btw this is my second post today. first time ever man. i shld start looking for a job. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from below, add in one of your own(personal), to make a total of 20. Tag 10 people in your list in the end of this post. Notify them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. by 30, definitely. any late 20s would be nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were to be stranded in a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you'd take and why?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;caroline!&lt;br /&gt;joanne!&lt;br /&gt;jovena!&lt;br /&gt;can i bring more? what if we get bored?!&lt;br /&gt;i want charm too :)&lt;br /&gt;and genie!&lt;br /&gt;thats abt all e blog buddies i have actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;backpacking in europe! anyone interested to bankroll me? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you can have one dream come true, what'd it be?&lt;br /&gt;that the secret to happiness is discovered :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. if i eating is not a necessity, and no one else has money too, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;alot of things. my family, friends, eyesight, ability to walk, etc. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the circumstances. most prob not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;caroline is&lt;br /&gt;a good friend [now that includes alot of other good pts okay dear]&lt;br /&gt;willing to fight for what she wants&lt;br /&gt;a go-getter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What requirement do you wish for your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"....the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he thinks the sun shines out of my ass! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What kind of person you hate the most&lt;br /&gt;people who walk past you like u dont exist when u talk to them when selling flags or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If you were given a chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your most embarrassing moment in your entire life?&lt;br /&gt;omg this is hilarious. when i went for a buffet and there was this two bowls in front of the steak and i took gravy from the cleaning bowl instead of the gravy bowl! coz one bowl is actually for putting the gravy spoon in but both bowls looked identical coz they hadnt cleaned it in a long time. i actually mistook the bowl of dirty gravy water for the sauce and put it on my steak. i wanted to crawl under a table and die after that. no wonder people were looking at me strangely. it was horribly traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) If there's a war (or something similar), are you going to move to a safer place or fight?&lt;br /&gt;run! sorry but im not especially patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;my insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who is the person that you can share all your problems with&lt;br /&gt;hmm. alot of people actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;im prone to thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What's the thing that you are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;that im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What is the happiest moment in your life?&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for it, actually. lol. prob extremely intoxicated moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you were to die in the next 3 hours, what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to everyone and say everything that has always been unsaid and say stuff that doesnt really matter but i still wanna say it coz im gonna die anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. all my blog buddies are to do this quiz. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-3642008303853868766?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/3642008303853868766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=3642008303853868766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3642008303853868766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/3642008303853868766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-to-say-in-my-defence-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4959049573944811455</id><published>2008-04-10T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:08:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i ever said that i love watching spongebob squarepants? no, really. its more mature than you think. i dont think kids watching it get e whole meaning, honestly. its fascinating. its entertaining enough for kids but at the same time theres enough substance and philosophies to make adults wanna keep watching. the spongebob writers are really amazing! and the characters are so adorable and their conversations are way amusing :) okay in short, just watch it. its e best cartoon of all time :) to me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view at macritchie in e morning is nothing short of breathtaking. no honestly! you have to see it to believe it! when the sunlight touches the trees, and the treetops are framed by the brilliantly blue sky and the white clouds.................................then i remember why life is worth living. seeing the view every morning gives me hope actually. that somehow, we will all make it. i guess thats impt in this period of uncertainty. there is one destination, but there are many paths :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats enough randomness for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4959049573944811455?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4959049573944811455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4959049573944811455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4959049573944811455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4959049573944811455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-i-ever-said-that-i-love-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7333121773372967917</id><published>2008-04-09T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:58:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is back. again! hahaha. gac chalet was good :) we met on mon at vivo, bought the stuff and went to find our hut. like caroline said, it was really a hutty hut. as in it was really a hut. the shape, the colour, and prob the insects too. too close to nature for me man. we decided that mon was going to be no handphone day. so we all left our handphones in e hut. that also meant we had no cameras, which we didnt realise at the time. so we dont have much photos except for those of us on the luge and later on when we took our phones out. pics later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took e luge three times! i liked e skyride esp. but it seemed to get progressively scarier. the last ride we were on it the whole thing stalled for damn many times. it was horrifying, swaying up there with nothing to hold on to. i felt so vulnerable to gravity's effects. other than that, the view was spectacular. and coming down on the luge was fun too! even though i was pretty slow and i nearly went deaf from the noise. and at night we had our bbq :) our long awaited bbq! now caroline cant say that we dont do e stuff we say we will do! we do it! we just take longer than average people only. but still done, thats all that matters :) the food caroline prepared was good, and it turned out pretty well cooked too :) cldnt finish all though, but i had enough strawberry fondue to last me the rest of my life. haha. rest of the night was downhill once the bacardi was opened. i rmbr playing one game of mahjong which i zha hu-ed. and showed everyone my tiles. haha that was e only game of mahjong we played. i much prefer truth or truth at times like this. my world was totally shattered with some of the revelations la. kinda hard to tell if everyone is serious when ur vision is blurry. haha nvm hearing is much more impt. we wandered the rest of the time. its a diff side of sentosa at night. when the moths, lizards and what not come out to play. lol. tues we had our subway breakfast and it was back to reality and pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i passed my btt today! yayy. my driving career is finally starting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to sn in e afternoon with jov. had lunch with yuyin too :) orange bowl is heaven as always. having blue pinafores running around me feels natural, somehow. i feel so like one of them that i honestly forget that im not wearing a pinafore too. it takes me awhile to wonder why these pple are looking at me for me to realize that its coz im not in a pinafore. i feel, and i act like im one of them. i suppose its hard to escape that. an sn girl is an sn girl, afterall :) going back to her natural habitat totally rewinds the years, she feels like shes sixteen again. haha talk abt anti-aging man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all to update folks. enjoy e rest of e week! live well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7333121773372967917?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7333121773372967917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7333121773372967917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7333121773372967917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7333121773372967917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/ming-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-1026290538880757895</id><published>2008-04-07T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:18:05.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming is back to blog again. haha. quick one, its going to be time for our gac chalet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend was good. sat i went for a trial btt test. the system kinda strange to use but it was okay in e end. and i managed to find e place on my own! haha. and e whole place was so super crowded! i wasnt sure what to do actually. coz there were so many pple sitting ard and waiting. i was wondering whether i was supposed to take a queue number and sit down too. haha lucky i didnt. trial was okay. i passed! hope i pass on wed too. lol. if i fail then thats e end of my driving career man. i dont wanna wait another three months or so to take again la. its insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went home for lunch. den i waited for eunice to call me and we went shopping! yayy. it was tiring rushing for the 132. i power-walked all the way to the bus stop you know! lucky there was a jam if not i wld have missed her bus :) reminds you of 132 at 630 during first three months, no? haha that was a pretty long time ago. but i hardly ever managed to catch her bus during that time. anyway. shopping was good. i got my trial watch! and we looked at pretty watches at swatch. makes me feel like getting one too :) and i converted eunice! okay not really converted but she agrees that peach tarts are heaven too :):):) yayy thats one more for peach tarts! hans shld pay me to be their ambassador you know. at e rate i convert people. haha. anyone else want to try e most heavenly peach tart in e world? call me! haha. anyway it rained when we were at hereen so we were kinda stuck. and i was kinda scared that we wld have to end up wading through orchard if it flooded like eunice told me in great detail how it did last time. a girl's worst nightmare, getting her shoes soaked! eeeeew. thankfully the rain cleared after awhile. and it didnt flood! hardly, anyway. so it was off to my grandma's house for dinner. shes not around anymore of course, but that place is always going to be known as her house i guess. its hard to change what u grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was good too. i was late for church, again. i need to start getting up earlier. i heard abt e hilarious story abt my family's adventure breakfast when i came back. it was absolutely hilarious, honestly. i dont think it was that fun when it was actually happening but it sounds hilarious when u tell pple abt it. haha or maybe my sister is just a good storyteller coz everything sounds like alot of fun when she says it. ahhahaha. afternoon we went shopping again. not really shopping actually. more like trekking. haha coz we walked for what felt ages. but we had a gelare waffle which was delicious :) but i prefer andersen's rum and rasin! and we watched definitely, maybe at suntec. wow e cinema was a freezer la. honestly. its worse than sitting under e aircon at lt5!!! really. u can feel e extreme drop in temperature once u step in. haha. e show was pretty good tho. honestly, its pretty good. its a diff way of telling e story for once. and all e actresses in e show look damn good. really! go watch if u have time. its worth the money :) just dont watch in suntec unless u wanna freeze. dinner, and then home. ehh no dinner was before the show. anyway den we went home lor. haha as always, how else can a day end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that  to unemployed people, weekends dont feel no different. just a different group of people we can ask out who'd otherwise be working on weekdays :) but besides that, weekends dont feel different at all. but of course i still rmbr how liberating weekends felt when i was working. nvm, im never gonna go back to that :) no more 9 to 5 jobs for ming! haha. lets save that for e next 60 years or so. lol. but of course, that means i have no income. its quite sad. i feel broke. i think its a psychological thing man. coz spending actually increases since we have so much time. and no income coming in. and somemore theres no income on the horizon coz i dont have a job lined up. hmm. okay next week i'll start looking properly! this week kinda packed alr. next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e meantime, have a good week this week guys! work hard! live well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;you can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;the more i learn the more i love&lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you&lt;br /&gt;when i love you no matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-1026290538880757895?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/1026290538880757895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=1026290538880757895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1026290538880757895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/1026290538880757895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/ming-is-back-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7625993210445020516</id><published>2008-04-03T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:46:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my fourth day of unemployment :) i realised that actually being unemployed doesnt necessarily equate to having alot of time. but of course, i think i will have enough time to like blog every other day. haha coz i need to come online to check my email! its so troublesome to check my email now :( but i dont miss my cubish com and the dust mites at d &amp;amp; n ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was pretty slack. okay i admit ytd was super slack. i didnt do anything at all. i didnt even leave my house la. i stayed home the whole day. i did read abit of the little green book though, to make myself feel better. somehow i dont feel the urge to snack when im at home. maybe coz theres nothing much to snack on. no peach tarts downstairs or spinelli scones opposite to tempt my tastebuds :) if i stay at home every day i think i will lose weight la. but im not staying at home every day. oh well. but i think as long as im not stuck in an office i wont feel the dying urge to snack and snack. yayy. later i shall go to bugis to shop abit. den off to have a haircut with our dearest charm. and den its to CLAS to see if we can work sth out, and den we are gonna find our elusive waitressing job :) sounds like a good day to me alr :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im excited. we have booked an airconditioned hut for mon night! haha the GAC is gonna have a sleepover in an airconditioned hut on sentosa! im looking forward to it :) i think, okay i know, its gonna be fun. the sun, beach, sea, an airconditioned hut and my fellow GAC-ers. what could be better? we might even get to see a sunrise! and have our long overdue bbq! sounds like heaven alr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to be unemployed, in a way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my gmail urges take over again, have fun guys! live well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand up, sing along and dance to my present fav song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;i may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;i won't go home without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7625993210445020516?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7625993210445020516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7625993210445020516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7625993210445020516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7625993210445020516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-my-fourth-day-of-unemployment.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-4570167829018307726</id><published>2008-03-31T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:43:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially unemployed! first time since dec that ive joined the ranks of the unemployed. i have to say that im enjoying the freedom, although i miss having somewhere to rush to every morning and breakfasting with charm and being on gmail 24/7 and having genie and charm for company every single day of every single week. my email efficiency has dropped by abt 200%. haha dont expect me to see any email you send me now until at least two days later! i think thats e consequence of not being gainfully employed :) but no one's complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend after was good. sat was sn fiesta! in case you didnt know yet. haha. it was good. i'd forgotten how hot st nicks could get and the severe lack of air conditioning in the school. there is really no place that you can go to cool off. the best we could do was stand at secret places where there is a fair bit of wind. otherwise you can just melt. the heat is definitely something i dont miss. how did we survive ten years of that, and in pinafores too? ohh maybe thats why we hardly put on weight when we were in sn. and with the amount of staircases! we are living like pampered brats compared to last time. haha. but ive decided to go back more often, especially seeing as now i have all the time in the world to go back and eat orange bowl every day :) anyone on? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was good too. we went to explore a new place which actually was clarke quay. and quite a bit. alot of walking once again, but we did see some pretty interesting things. and we [or rather i!] ate hargao for dinner! yumyumyum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my first day of unemployment, otherwise known as monday, charm, steven and i met up to go to bukit chandu. but..after we reached the meeting place then they told me that bukit chandu doesn't open on mondays. oh well. so we went to the old ford factory only. and den we went to the park outside bukit chandu [thats still open!] and had a picnic! picnicking was fun :) we were attacked by mosquitoes and charm amputated my toe by jumping on it, but otherwise no harm done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my second day of unemployment, otherwise known as tuesday, caroline and i went shopping and we watched the bucket list! we didnt buy anything tho. although we did try quite a fair bit of stuff. haha. but nothing nice enough to buy :( the bucket list is not bad though. not exactly the best movie i've ever watched but its watchable. i think there are few movies nowadays that can be classified as something better than watchable, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive decided not to look for another 9 to 5 job. i think what winston said to me on our last day really hit home. we are going to be spending our next 50 to 60 years working. why be overzealous now? haha. so ive decided that since there is no pressing need to earn money now, i shall do stuff i actually want to do, rather than work administrative jobs. things that will make my life worthwhile and help me be accountable if i die tmr. im not being sadist but im really scared of leaving before ive done stuff i should do, and spent all my lifetime doing stuff people think i should do. i cant even convince myself that it was a life well lived, how do i explain it to the One up there? its time to be brave and live! and of course i can continue volunteering even after we start school. i might not have as much time but im sure i can still find a way to be involved. now is a good time to find something worthwhile to be involved in, since i have time to look around and find something i feel for to do. so i shall have a flexi timing kinda thing. which is good because i get to fit in everything i wanna do. but on e other hand since i dont have a secretary or a PA it means im going to have to arrange everything myself. hmm. i dont know if this is how im gonna spend my next 3 or 4 months though. it depends on how everything works out, whether a combination of part time work and volunteering is gonna satisfy me. ideally though, it sounds perfect. whether it can actually be done is a whole different story. but, i shall make it work. i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[disclaimer: this is purely ming's personal thoughts and she is not trying to convince anyone to give up their job and join her in unemployment. but of course if you want to you are more than welcome to :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do so much to see&lt;br /&gt;so what's wrong with taking the back streets&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know if you don't go&lt;br /&gt;you'll never shine if you don't glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey now you're an all star get you game on, go play&lt;br /&gt;hey now you're a rock star, get the the show on, get paid&lt;br /&gt;all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;only shooting stars break the mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;live well, everyone! have a good week ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-4570167829018307726?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/4570167829018307726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=4570167829018307726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4570167829018307726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/4570167829018307726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-officially-unemployed-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-8341738277064400084</id><published>2008-03-25T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:11:34.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd while playing pool, charm drew an interesting analogy. cant rmbr e exact words but this is what i rmbr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, dont u think pool resembles life? like sometimes we are the colourful balls rolling ard and we get hit by the white ball which can be our teachers, our parents, our friends, or other people around us, changing the direction of our lives. other times we are the white ball, affecting and changing the direction of people around us. sometimes knowingly, sometimes unknowingly. sometimes intentionally, and sometimes unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i asked, what does that make us, the ones hitting the balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cldnt think of a definite answer but i think thats where religion comes in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny what inspiration comes when we play pool during working hours ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tuesday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-8341738277064400084?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/8341738277064400084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=8341738277064400084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8341738277064400084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/8341738277064400084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/03/ytd-while-playing-pool-charm-drew.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-7786445673190683250</id><published>2008-03-24T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:28:24.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a brand new day and a brand new week at work. also happens to be our last, but thats not the point now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long weekend was pretty good. fri we went to church. mass took abt half a day man. haha. but it started late la. it was okay tho. and qi helpfully pointed out that we shld sing more coz we only get to sing some hmyns during Good Friday mass. wowee. haha. at night we had a gang dinner! attendance was like amazing. haha all e guys came! except nikhil la, obviously. and caroline and i. not bad eh, for a gang outing. haha organized by our president somemore leh. no wonder everyone came :) we ate at miss clarity at city hall. den we went to this really really really ulu cinema but it only had three shows so we didnt watch a movie in e end. so we played pool! or rather anghong and tiefu played pool. but it was pretty awesome coz we saw the most amazing brown shirt guy at e nxt pool table! we cldnt really decide where to go after pool so everyone left and the four of us sat at some kaya toast stall to talk. and den we had to rush to catch the last bus! and i missed e last bloody 980 again. again! i saw it zoom past. again! i think the last 980 and i just dont get along. oh well. managed to get home [cheaply!] in e end and anghong managed to catch his last bus too! so thats good. i think catching e last bus all e time is no fun la. why cant they have buses e whole night!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat we went for a walk at macritchie. i realised that i only enjoy nature when the only living things are plants. i dont enjoy the assorted lizards, monkeys and what not there are in the reservoir. its bloody scary la. after lunch we watched semi-pro. haha its pretty funny. will ferrell shows are all starting to be the same tho. but his face is really elastic!! haha. and he is always funny. sat night i went to my grandma's house. haha which is hardly e same without her. it feels diff. nobody to greet when we reach. and there isnt a need to be careful anymore also. as in like to be careful with not spilling stuff on e floor and not running wildly ard [applies to my bro only tho]. like everything else is still exactly e same but e only diff is shes not there. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was easter sunday! went to church in the morning as always. and den it was off to anghong's house for mahjong :) they were all late! i was e only one at e interchange la. and i had wait ten mins for anghong to come! oh gosh. and den we cldnt find tiefu! haha. he was lost. but we found him in e end sitting with the ah peks :) went to ntuc to buy drinks and i must say that going grocery shopping with the both of them counts as one of the most exasperating things i have done in my life. haha and tiefu kept trampling on my poor toes! and when we reached anghong's house............caroline was alr there! haha. pretty cool eh. so the mahjong started. den we had dinner den e soccer started and e bacardi came out! haha. soccer was quite funny. coz tiefu and caroline were supporting liverpool and anghong and i wanted man u to win. and they did! 3-0 :):):) enough said. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........we [okay, me] rushed for e last bus again! this time it was e last 132. and i caught it! yay. so i managed to get home cheaply again :) but got scolded by mum coz she said i shldnt keep coming home so late. oh well. i was hoping she wld be asleep when i got back. but she was awake waiting for me! oh gosh. like an ambush. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and breakfast today was good :) charm and i had a subway breakfast and a peach tart! which we bought for each other. wow diabetic! hans has the best peach tarts ard man :):) and the arcade has the best giant springrolls ard! haha but its kinda oily tho. but still good :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;okay i shld stop thinking abt food and do some work. happy monday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-7786445673190683250?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/7786445673190683250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=7786445673190683250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7786445673190683250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/7786445673190683250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-brand-new-day-and-brand-new-week-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6786091548222704116</id><published>2008-03-20T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:24:58.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breakfast today was awesome :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm and i got to have e delicious looking sandwich from hans that we saw ytd while buying lunch. and i had a peach tart too! and we had milo that we made ourselves in e pantry :) i took a pic of our delicious looking breakfast actually. shall post it nxt time :) isnt a great breakfast the best way to start a day? and with nice company too, of course. that makes it so much better :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lunch was pretty nice too. we tried e fishball noodle stall at the arcade. i wanted to eat the chicken but e queue was horribly long so i settled for fishball noodles. it was not bad. but no other fishball noodle can compare to orange bowl! orange bowl is the one and only fishball noodle in my heart :):):) nothing can ever replace it! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had soyabean ice cream from mr bean for dessert. first time i ever ate soyabean ice cream and i think it will be e last time too. it doesnt appeal to my tastebuds so much? haha as in its edible but........i prefer peach tarts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is starting to become like a food review place. haha. but when ure working what else can u look forward to but lunch? and of course going home time. nvm full people are happy people :)&lt;br /&gt;definitely. anyway, im not hiding from the fact that im a glutton at heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we shld start looking deep inside for our passion for exercise too. im sure its hiding somewhere inside us, we just need to find it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of the second last week of our internship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy long weekend ahead everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6786091548222704116?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6786091548222704116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6786091548222704116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6786091548222704116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6786091548222704116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/03/breakfast-today-was-awesome-charm-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</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-11529147.post-6088472871089756502</id><published>2008-03-19T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:09:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a polar puff breakfast today :):) same as our dearest charmaine, i enjoy starting the day with sth in my stomach to digest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is pretty much flying by. today is the second last day of our second last week of our time here. haha i guess that means we're that much closer to knowing how much we're gonna be paid? but we're that much closer to the end of our breakfasting, bimbotic moments, happy lunches, and so much more :( who says we cant meet up after march? lol. i wonder what im gonna do after march tho. im not actively gonna find another job yet. i think i shall take a break first and den see how. haha hopefully i can do sth really really interesting and that still pays really really well. lol doesnt everyone want that kinda job?! haha. hopefully a job that will require me to dress nicely too so all my nice working clothes dont go to waste :) hmm and hopefully a job within...30 mins of my home? haha sorry but im not e hugest fan of travelling, especially on public transport. hmm i wonder if such a job exists. haha how abt i ask my mom to hire me? LOL. i can be her well-dressed assistant! haha. stop dreaming, ming! okayokay. shld start being a better intern. work, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you know what day it is today? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11529147-6088472871089756502?l=gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/feeds/6088472871089756502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11529147&amp;postID=6088472871089756502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6088472871089756502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11529147/posts/default/6088472871089756502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlesacrifices-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-polar-puff-breakfast-today-same.html' title=''/><author><name>mingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06329263689975660000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
