<?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-29512244</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icycoal's crapping</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6806520835060166953</id><published>2007-08-07T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:47:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been oversleeping, doing projects, rotting. stoning. sitting on bus stops and staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what my life is meant for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6806520835060166953?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6806520835060166953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6806520835060166953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6806520835060166953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6806520835060166953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-8860031528360771975</id><published>2007-07-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:30:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Timetable</title><content type='html'>SIGH! It's out it's out! It's finally out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : 0606136J NGO LIH YEE  &lt;br /&gt;Academic Year : 2007/2008 &lt;br /&gt;Course : DIPLOMA IN COMMUNICATIONS &amp; MEDIA MANAGEMENT  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt; Code&lt;br /&gt; Date&lt;br /&gt; Start&lt;br /&gt; End&lt;br /&gt; Venue&lt;br /&gt; SeatNo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Social Psychology/Sociology &lt;br /&gt; BCM2012&lt;br /&gt; 24 Aug 07 (Fri)&lt;br /&gt; 09:30 &lt;br /&gt; 11:30 &lt;br /&gt; BS26-03-20 &lt;br /&gt; 38&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Basic Media Research &lt;br /&gt; BCM2001&lt;br /&gt; 27 Aug 07 (Mon)&lt;br /&gt; 09:30 &lt;br /&gt; 11:30 &lt;br /&gt; BS26-04-43 &lt;br /&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I only have 2 written papers, the projects are killing me. Not only that, THESE 2 ARE MY WORSE SUBJECTS! In fact, I conclude that they're everyone's worst subjects, in the CMM world.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-8860031528360771975?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8860031528360771975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=8860031528360771975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8860031528360771975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8860031528360771975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/exam-timetable.html' title='Exam Timetable'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7429341834301930419</id><published>2007-07-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:10:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>It's 9pm already, and I'm still here doing my Sing Cam Script in the stupid lab 7 alone. While keying in the 300 sets of data, it dawned to me that why am I doing this myself. It's all about priorities. &lt;br /&gt;Some people view projects as redundant. Some people view it as something not necessary. Some people view it as something extra. Some view this as a bonus to standard curriculum. Some people think that projects are important, and it affects your grades. Some people think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's about how you view projects. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I whine or complain about the project, how tedious it gets, it still must be done, either by myself or with my group mates. To me, I view projects over work, over my love life, over my friends time. Only when the project is done, then I can find peace at going out with my friends to enjoy, and enjoy working. Otherwise, I'll be too stressed. &lt;br /&gt;Take last Wednesday for example. My group mates for sociology hadn't finished their parts. That made me so worried that I couldn't work in peace. I can't talk to my friend in peace too, cause the project's bugging my mind. Well, that's for my case, I'm not sure about others.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I am stuck doing them, because I rather do the projects and clear them rather than dragging to the very extreme last minute. I kinda learned my lesson already. (after last sem) Maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go soon, the stupid technician's chasing me away! Going home to do yet another project. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7429341834301930419?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7429341834301930419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7429341834301930419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7429341834301930419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7429341834301930419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-2857018530431788891</id><published>2007-07-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:03:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so 自恋</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rp4ct2LFVvI/AAAAAAAAACU/n1DsRimQ2iw/s1600-h/P5040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rp4ct2LFVvI/AAAAAAAAACU/n1DsRimQ2iw/s320/P5040001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088536202936932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you couldn't see the picture on the left, the next one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rp4dJmLFVwI/AAAAAAAAACc/p6ppPcbO6A8/s1600-h/P5040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rp4dJmLFVwI/AAAAAAAAACc/p6ppPcbO6A8/s320/P5040002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088536679678301954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the fact, I don't like taking pictures actually. I'm very very unphotogenic. Today's an exception. I decided to be a total cam-whore. (It's mango's last day! ]: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Back to work. Closing already! *claps hands*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-2857018530431788891?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2857018530431788891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=2857018530431788891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2857018530431788891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2857018530431788891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so.html' title='I&apos;m so 自恋'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rp4ct2LFVvI/AAAAAAAAACU/n1DsRimQ2iw/s72-c/P5040001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5906160407548977594</id><published>2007-07-13T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:25:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMR YAP YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RpZjiGLFVuI/AAAAAAAAACM/anDiIs3r0EQ/s1600-h/WE+YAP+BMR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RpZjiGLFVuI/AAAAAAAAACM/anDiIs3r0EQ/s320/WE+YAP+BMR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086362266585356002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how much the people in my course loves Mr Yap. and BMR (It stands for Bullshit, Madness, Really. Okay fine. It means Basic Media Research, but what we'e doing now totally has no link to Basic. Media, nor Research. It's just bullsh*t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The word Yap has taken over what has been previously defined as vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, what was previously known as BMR F*** you, is now known as &lt;br /&gt;BMR YAP You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End of story. Get back to the YAPping BMR Critique paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5906160407548977594?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5906160407548977594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5906160407548977594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5906160407548977594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5906160407548977594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/bmr-yap-you.html' title='BMR YAP YOU'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RpZjiGLFVuI/AAAAAAAAACM/anDiIs3r0EQ/s72-c/WE+YAP+BMR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7289175359454460112</id><published>2007-07-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:34:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I won't catch someone doing.</title><content type='html'>A few days back, as I was along my way to school, I walked past the school's overhead bridge. Despite being cranky (its the monday blues lah, must be) I noticed some lecturers heading the opposite direction (probably to some coffeeshop for a dosage of coffee to handle the dumb students), and they were speaking Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;"Well", I thought to myself, "that's something CMM lecturers won't be caught doing", I laughed. "Imagine Cliffy *** (YOU, YAP YOU! HAHA) speaking Chinese. EEEEWW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I noted that (ignore the pun please), there are some stuffs that some people will never be caught doing. I could list out more than a 100 I tell you. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;1) I won't catch Cheryl loving and snogging Cliffy ***&lt;br /&gt;2) I won't catch Dorminic being nice to me (NO NOT EVEN IN A MILLION YEARS)&lt;br /&gt;3) Alvin swearing, or quitting his watch job :P&lt;br /&gt;4) Carol wearing BRIGHT YELLOW and dancing around Bunk (HONEY IF YOU DO THAT, I BUY 4D AND STRIKE LOTTERY)&lt;br /&gt;5) I won't catch Mango NOT swearing at me too! (HAHA U SMELLY BABI :P)&lt;br /&gt;6) BOB not touching my hair (:X)&lt;br /&gt;7) OB King not typing :o&lt;br /&gt;8) Angela not screaming. (HG LAH! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;9) Nini not using pangya emoticons  (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;10)Fari not being enthusiastic and waving her hands like she hasn't seen me 100 years (AHH I MISS U )&lt;br /&gt;11) Kelvin not being anal and scruntinisin all my work. (and singing in way high tones! haha)&lt;br /&gt;12) Carolyn not being a minah-like ah lian! (YO AH YO!)&lt;br /&gt;13) Hong min not speaking more than just mumbling (mur mur mur :X)&lt;br /&gt;14) ALL CMM students speaking to each other in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;15) Val not being the listening ear I always wanted x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those mentioned aren't really on a serious note, but there's something I definitely won't catch someone doing. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. I  probably wont' be catching you missing me, or even thinking of me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough. Gotta go do my homework. Sick of being sick. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7289175359454460112?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7289175359454460112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7289175359454460112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7289175359454460112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7289175359454460112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-i-wont-catch-someone-doing.html' title='Something I won&apos;t catch someone doing.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-2029069973956176806</id><published>2007-07-05T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:31:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSIDE</title><content type='html'>NEW MMORPG CALLED OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RozHCeaYhiI/AAAAAAAAACE/nz0TQpgNVZ8/s1600-h/OUTSIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RozHCeaYhiI/AAAAAAAAACE/nz0TQpgNVZ8/s320/OUTSIDE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083656924731835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyone tried it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well searching, I found this awesome F2P mmorpg game. Basically you take the role of a normal civilian, whose story and life depends on the actions you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job System (Over 20+ jobs including butcher, policemen, thief, truck driver and many more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique Gameplay (Become a good or bad cop, turn into a master thief, buy clothes and buisneses. Other features improve this amazing gameplay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PVP System (Engage in job wars such as companys fighting for the market or if your a cop, trying to fight off the villians and thieves. Each job has a rival job meaning each job has some sort of unique pvp nothing like the other jobs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging system (You can choose to start as a teenager earning their qualifications in school and doing chores and homework. You can be a good child that does everything correctly or a rebel/devil child who does mischievous things such as setting your neighbours cat on fire. Each day counts as a week, so you'll constantly aging and based on your looks as a child, you'll see yourself developing such as facial hair and height.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Mapping (Take a close-up of your face and send it into the face mapping npc in game. Your face will then appear on your character as photo-realistic as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would give this game 9.5/10 due to the fun original ideas, real time weather system and also the amazing game play and graphics. The job system has to be played to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do PM me for the link ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-2029069973956176806?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2029069973956176806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=2029069973956176806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2029069973956176806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2029069973956176806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/outside.html' title='OUTSIDE'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RozHCeaYhiI/AAAAAAAAACE/nz0TQpgNVZ8/s72-c/OUTSIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-265566772788226397</id><published>2007-06-29T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:52:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Lao!</title><content type='html'>For this stupid sing cam project, can make me cry sia.&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I did some work at bunk while working. I thought 'Ok fine, since I did quite abit, I can do lesser stuff when I'm at home." Who knows! It's in openoffice category! Meaning it can't be read in MSDoc form! So all I got was a jumble of symbols! C$&amp;%&amp;^%%^%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I tried loading the movie clip (for my Remaking a scene project). As it was a Korean drama (200 Pounds Beauty), I needed subtitles. MY LAPTOP NO PROGRAM TO VIEW SUBTITLES AH. HUAT AH.&lt;br /&gt;So I switched on my brothers comp (which took 634years to load), then when i tried inserting the hdd, THE COMPUTER COULDN'T READ AH. Heng I took out his PSP wire, then the oomputer could read it. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was done. But THE PROGRAM KEPT HAVING ERRORS. That leads to the damn movie to keep restart itself. That seriously pissed me off, cause I needed every frame and every mili second for my script. So annoying lah! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that stupid script's finally done (AHH 4 ANTAGONIZING HOURS), its time to draw the storyboard!&lt;br /&gt;Then you know what happenned now.&lt;br /&gt;MY PENCIL MISSING LAH. &lt;br /&gt;I dug one out, and I thought "o jolly, can use another one, heng."&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE LEAD SPOIL.&lt;br /&gt;Then now I have no pencil to draw. I feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO EH. Do one project, need my life ah! &lt;br /&gt;^*^*&amp;*%^&amp;^(*&amp;(*(*E^#%$&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate Sing Cam! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-265566772788226397?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/265566772788226397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=265566772788226397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/265566772788226397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/265566772788226397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-lao.html' title='Wah Lao!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-8194524520976819593</id><published>2007-06-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:46:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA I'm Brilliant!</title><content type='html'>I got this quiz from my darling AngelAAAAHH's blog. Take a look at it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" width="375" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="6" style="font-color: black; border: 1px solid black;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="75" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;YOUR REPORT CARD:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40" valign="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="center" width="50%"&gt;Category&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="50%" align="center"&gt;Grade&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="right" width="50%"&gt;Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="50%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="right" width="50%"&gt;Friends and Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="right" width="50%"&gt;Body&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="right" width="50%"&gt;Mind&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9900"&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="right" width="50%"&gt;Finance / Career&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="75" valign="center"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"  align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Your Life's Average Grade:   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#3399CC"&gt;B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=152"&gt;'What is your Life Grade?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE I told you! I am brilliant! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shit man. Now the tune's start in my brain. I'm horny all night longg. I'm horny all night long~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-8194524520976819593?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8194524520976819593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=8194524520976819593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8194524520976819593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8194524520976819593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-im-brilliant.html' title='HAHA I&apos;m Brilliant!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6862723119283191075</id><published>2007-06-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:31:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel old!</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I'm really turning old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had this performance, which was a charity gala concert for aunties and uncles for St John's mission to Cambodia. As it was for aunties (no, not me) and uncles, all the songs we played were oldies, like 夜来香，上海滩, etc etc. Thinks of how your parents (especially your moms) blasting those songs in the home karaoke system, and singing to those tunes in their off key tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Audio Pro today, apart from creating a piece of news and reading it out loud (and stuttering over Banana Goat, whoever that person is), we had to create a CD advert from Old School Mambo songs. OMG it was really damn nostalgic. Remember those songs like 'You Spin Me Round' (Round Baby Round Round..woot!) and ' Sexbomb (Sexbomb, you're my sexbomb!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, that Horny song. I'm horny all night long. I'm horny horny horny horny horny hornyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, all those nostalgic tunes. Makes me really old. Maybe I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6862723119283191075?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6862723119283191075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6862723119283191075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6862723119283191075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6862723119283191075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-old.html' title='I feel old!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1278616948518973406</id><published>2007-06-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:09:24.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting nuts</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from working full shifts for the past weeks (Yes yes, I know I'm crazy), the customers here are mainly the cause of my insanity. (oh yes, the joy of screaming 'WE'RE CLOSING' everynight..) Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;strong&gt;Noodles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I want cup noodle&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, which flavour do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Cup noodle&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I know, which flavour? We have tom yam, seafood, chicken, prawn and spicy ramen &lt;em&gt;*points to cup noodles*. &lt;/em&gt;One is spicy mushroom, one is spicy original.&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I want ramen&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which ramen do you want? Spicy mushroom or spicy original?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Ramen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(getting exasperated)&lt;/em&gt; Yes I know, got 2 kinds, which one you want?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if that person wasn't a customer, I could have just get the 'Random Flavour of the Day' noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I want cup noodle&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which flavour do you want? yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;Cust: That one that one &lt;em&gt;*points*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I know, which flavour do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: That one lor&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which one? What's the name of the noodle?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: That one lah&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; *ready to pull my hair apart*&lt;/em&gt; Okay, which flavour do you want? We have.. yadda yadda yadda. (Amazing I dun have a tape recorder repeating this line for me, yet)&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Red colour one. (there are 2 'red colour' noodles in bunk, namely the chicken noodle and the spicy mushroom noodle)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*grits teeth until they are grounded into powder* &lt;/em&gt;Which one? Chicken or ramen?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO EH. want one noodle, say so lah. Like need your life like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Today's Kids day. I have never realized kids can be such a menance. They scream. They shriek. They spam music. They create a public nuisance. They litter. They spill drinks (yea, and I'm the one who clears their mess). My god. If I had a child, I won't let him/her out until he/she's 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Customers (some, not all) are retards. As some of Bunk's computers have the screen saver function, the screen will be switched off temporary when it's left untouched for 20 minutes. However, a shake of the mouse or any pressing of keys would 'wake' it up. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently. customers do not know this. So something like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cust: Auntie (yes! I am an auntie! My god!), my screen black colour one&lt;br /&gt;Me: Has it hung? Is your cursor working?&lt;br /&gt;Cust: No not working. Black. Me: Is it in blue screen? (this happens when it hangs)&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you tried moving the mouse? Maybe its in the screen saver mode&lt;br /&gt;Cust: I already tried.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *getting puzzled* Okay, I go take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I went to their computer station, I moved the mouse, and the screen lights up. I would look at the customer, and the customer would act ignorant /dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Sian man I tell you. How retarded can some customers get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not only that, today's zakum today. Everyone's spamming the annoying sounds, and this severely pisses me off. I cant wait to restart their computers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad that there's finally peace. Closing in 45 mins time!*claps hands VERY VERY animatedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI AH LAI.. BUNK CLOSING ALREADY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a days' work. How exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1278616948518973406?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1278616948518973406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1278616948518973406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1278616948518973406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1278616948518973406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-getting-nuts.html' title='I am getting nuts'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-8259693580768384202</id><published>2007-06-12T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:08:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rm6HBbPJmsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aJ4YFHsrkrM/s1600-h/far+far+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142288654047938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rm6HBbPJmsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aJ4YFHsrkrM/s320/far+far+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You hide, seeking refuge in an abyss far far away.&lt;br /&gt;You think that all hope is lost. He left you behind. Everyone's moving on. You think you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;All you want to do is to lose yourself in the labyrinth of sorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-8259693580768384202?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8259693580768384202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=8259693580768384202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8259693580768384202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8259693580768384202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-hide-seeking-refuge-in-abyss-far.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/Rm6HBbPJmsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aJ4YFHsrkrM/s72-c/far+far+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6920939723951811115</id><published>2007-06-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:15:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately..</title><content type='html'>My supervisor just pointed out to me today that I have been working full shifts everyday for the week , and I ought to get an off day to go out with my friends. But I'm too used to working this way. It helps to make me forget all my heartaches by just slogging my guts out, so why bother? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 20th June! Then I can go out with my lao kakis; it's been a loooong loooooong time since we went out. I miss all the talk cock sessons &gt;_&lt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been boring lately. It's all the same stuffs, only that time passes by more quickly with 2 staffs working. This means, yay! I've got someone to talk to, no need to be emo :D (PS. I love my emo babis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. projecs are due. The stupid Sing Cam PSA, and the damn survey (stupid pilot and all) is due after the break, so I've gotta start doing the projects. Annnnd, there's CO practices! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most poignant lesson I've learnt is that, &lt;strong&gt;the only thing constant is change.&lt;/strong&gt; Everything changes. People change bfs, people change gfs; people change jobs, attitudes change; passion dies, and love rekindles. I noticed that its no point harping on the thought that he will be back. The world still revolves and changes. Nothing will ever remain the same. He won't go back to me anymore, so I guess, it's kind of time to move on. Everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap, that's about it, another full shift tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6920939723951811115?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6920939723951811115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6920939723951811115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6920939723951811115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6920939723951811115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/lately.html' title='Lately..'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5161954484895692933</id><published>2007-06-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:19:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lick my wounds but I can’t ever see them getting better&lt;br /&gt;Something’s gotta change&lt;br /&gt;Things cannot stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger&lt;br /&gt;Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior&lt;br /&gt;Something’s gotta change&lt;br /&gt;It must be rearranged, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was silent as we all tried so hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;The way it feels to be alive&lt;br /&gt;The day that he first met her&lt;br /&gt;Something’s gotta change&lt;br /&gt;Things cannot stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me think of someone wonderful, but I can’t place her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning wishing one more time to face her&lt;br /&gt;Something’s gotta change&lt;br /&gt;It must be rearranged, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, hope that things work out all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to love&lt;br /&gt;So much to learn&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t be there to teach you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be close&lt;br /&gt;But I try my best to reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh…&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5161954484895692933?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5161954484895692933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5161954484895692933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5161954484895692933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5161954484895692933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1260907136860790808</id><published>2007-06-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:16:36.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned; Part 2 (and many more to come)</title><content type='html'>1) My friend Valerie once mentioned, how your life will be like is.&lt;br /&gt;20% of what actually happens to you&lt;br /&gt;80% of how you react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you remain as an pessimist, nothing will happen. The world won't weep for you. Although you can wallow in self pity, nothing's gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, as long as you maintain a positive attitude, even the toughest jobs seem 以如反掌 (omg I actually know chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Appreciate people the very way they are. There are faults and good attributes to everyone. By judging a person based on the good points, instead of being critical to the person, you would end up appreciating the person more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you are nice to a person consistently, and being sincere and true to it, no matter how grumpy or hard-hearted the person may be, that person will notice it, be touched and treat you equally back soon. All it takes is perseverance and the will to soften the heart, and everything else will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Friends often share the most support. Although they may not show the concern physically, they care. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Absence makes the heart grow fonder. However, if you do not mean it, don't show actions that send wrong messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Things you like to do should be done in moderation. In this way, you'll end up cherishing it more, and learning to treasure each opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Games ruin relationships. 'nuff said for this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Being emo when you're supposed to study is not the best thing that can happen to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1260907136860790808?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1260907136860790808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1260907136860790808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1260907136860790808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1260907136860790808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/lessons-learned-part-2-and-many-more-to.html' title='Lessons learned; Part 2 (and many more to come)'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1656476056656679784</id><published>2007-06-01T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:18:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Spammers, Wadeva and BUNK</title><content type='html'>Firstly, welcome to my blog. Thanks for dropping by and tagging at the chat board. Not that I appreciated it, but I never expected my readership to be a soaring high number an average of 26 per day. Nevertheless, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, as this is my blog, namely Ngo Lih Yee, please respect my blog and my freedom to write here. Kindly put yourself in my shoes. You wouldn't like it if I were to start spamming at your blog the very next moment right? (You know who you are, I know you too) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, as whatever you are saying are the untruths, its just basic reaction to disregard it. However, do allow me to state some pointers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUNK&lt;/em&gt;, please do not sow discord within staffs working at PCBunk. If you are working, you would have known of my nature of telling people their wrongdoings straight at their face, and not complain. I do not, like what you're doing now, stab people in the back. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wadeva&lt;/em&gt;, if you have known both sides of the story, and talked to both Kent and I (namely Lih Yee) and not to just stick to one biased side. You would have known better. Perhaps a heart-to-heart talk with Kent will lead to new insights of what's actually going on in this relationship. I am not afraid to say that, because my conscience is clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I laughed at myself for being so silly to take BUNK's words seriously just now. Now I think I'll just laugh wadeva's words off, because the sentence structure is so screwed. It took me 8 reads to get what he/she/it/&lt;em&gt;heshe&lt;/em&gt;/shehe's trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;I have faced countless of retarded people, be it in work, gaming life or in school. Facing 2 more in my blog won't hurt. It'll probably spice up my mundane life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1656476056656679784?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1656476056656679784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1656476056656679784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1656476056656679784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1656476056656679784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-spammers-wadeva-and-bunk.html' title='To the Spammers, Wadeva and BUNK'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1267774734415428282</id><published>2007-05-31T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:34:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a good actor</title><content type='html'>No one knows when I'm crying. I just merely smile it off, and say I'm yawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can see that my heart is bleeding, because I still can crack lame jokes and make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ever wonder if I am alright, I'll just tell them yes, say something lame, and everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself busy, and act preoccupied, so others will not probe into my matters and make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act like I'm fine and alright, while in reality, my stomach hurts, and my heart is cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I should be in some Star Search or some talent search. No one really knows how I am feeling. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1267774734415428282?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1267774734415428282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1267774734415428282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1267774734415428282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1267774734415428282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-good-actor.html' title='I am a good actor'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6006390721990945343</id><published>2007-05-30T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:43:51.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Sian~</title><content type='html'>Feeling very angry now. Pardon my irrational behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of doing my project, then like that. Fuck sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got someone come kao peh at my blog,like that's not enough to piss my day off. Then I've got a supposedly boyfriend that prefers playing games to talking to his girlfriend. See how important I am to him.&lt;br /&gt;Take yesterday for example. When I had a bad night, and wanted to call my supposedly boyfriend (he just broke up with me for the 10537th time),in hope that he can cheer me up, he lies to me, saying he's tired,and hangs up immediately, can't be bothered to sms a good night sms as well. While in actual fact, he sleeps hours later, still playing his game. Made me wait until 2+am. &lt;br /&gt;Today, when I start telling him about what happened on my tag board, all he can do is 'erm erm erm', and nothing else. Then he hangs up. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be with me then do say so. If you don't love me, say it. Don't keep breaking my heart, leaving me in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sian de, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6006390721990945343?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6006390721990945343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6006390721990945343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6006390721990945343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6006390721990945343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/wah-sian.html' title='Wah Sian~'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-4306249422886438428</id><published>2007-05-30T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:50:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless thoughts of the Day.</title><content type='html'>It would be minestrone soup, cause my heart is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh bear ass fucking Christopher Robin is simple Wrong. With a capital W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 27-year-old man hong 16 year old charbo= paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;A 27-year-old woman hong 16 year old tarpo= peadophin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a serious touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always unfair. Something I have yet to accept. I do much more things that others, but end up getting lesser pay. While others can slack, I end up slogging out my guts for peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks having a poor family. One mom who doesn't give a damn about the family, one father that one creates debts, not income, one brother whose PSP&gt;his family.&lt;br /&gt;You have to support everything all by yourself. I don't even think where I'm going to find the money for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to NS is not that bad. I've seen many friends who've been there and done that. It's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;What's the end of the world is knowing that no one loves and cares for you, and you're only thought of and needed only when someone wants to make use of you to do something.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put up a false happy front to everyone so that everyone knows I'm fine, everyday, 24/7. I can't be unhappy. No one can accept me being unhappy. I can't whine, I can't bitch. I can't be sad. I can't be moody. I can't have PMS. No one cares about me when I do that. They just want to see me being happy. &lt;br /&gt;When I have PMS, my boyfriend finds me a piss in the ass, and wants to break up with me. When I feel disappointed at my group mates, they don't care, so I end up doing all the work. &lt;br /&gt;I can't be myself. I don't feel like a human at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that something like dying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be appreciated, cherished, and accepted. Not just like a wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's wrong with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-4306249422886438428?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4306249422886438428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=4306249422886438428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/4306249422886438428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/4306249422886438428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughtless-thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughtless thoughts of the Day.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5967133749865347826</id><published>2007-05-22T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:28:08.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Lessons I have Learnt Recently</title><content type='html'>Lessons that I have learned the hard way the past week. Summarized to prevent unwantd ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1) Never trust or rely too much on close people around you, especially the people you love dearly. They are the ones who end up hurting you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nothing beats family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)People only work hard at the very last minute, or at the most extreme pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)That life is never fair. You could be doing all the work, and slogging your guts for it, but other people will always take the credit, or they won't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It doesn't pay to be hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jaded/ ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5967133749865347826?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5967133749865347826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5967133749865347826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5967133749865347826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5967133749865347826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/painful-lessons-i-have-learnt-recently.html' title='Painful Lessons I have Learnt Recently'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-2810955980944413701</id><published>2007-05-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:08:43.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so tired!</title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do at work.&lt;br /&gt;And after work, i still have school projects to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-2810955980944413701?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2810955980944413701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=2810955980944413701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2810955980944413701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2810955980944413701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-so-tired.html' title='i am so tired!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6858784550455521723</id><published>2007-05-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:50:21.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bOoO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062246380086240834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgJ2r2WPLHs/RkC2QwKMJkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1pc5Jy-__lM/s400/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, and emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6858784550455521723?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6858784550455521723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6858784550455521723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6858784550455521723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6858784550455521723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/booo.html' title='bOoO~'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgJ2r2WPLHs/RkC2QwKMJkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1pc5Jy-__lM/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-129944719583142528</id><published>2007-05-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:10:57.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was funny today, especially with Audio Pro class. First, we had 40 mins of break, but besides that, I learned how to create an audio capsule! It was fun as I acted the 'ah lian', and it sounded stupid, along with my racist jokes. I also realized that everyone had some hidden talent. You could either speak well, think well, act well, or crap well. X: I think I belong to the last category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship was boring, and we were practically stoning. All the modules we studied were covered by marketing! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact building is another importang thing to master. Take for example, the queue for western  food in design was overwhelming, (another more appropriate word might be fucking long, then again..) from the stall to out of the canteen. Thanks to contacts, I managed to get my food in 5 mins' time. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed is that, despite having new class arrangements, we still hang out with people from the old classes, even though new people have joined the group. I think that we should learn to broaden our scope and make new friends, while not forgetting the old. Who knows, 10 years down the road you may meet them along the street and laugh at each other! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's JAP tutorial! I can't wait, although it's going to be a freaking loooong day for me. After school, meeting up with elie darling and carol honey for linner! (lunch/dinner). And projects after that ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! No more procrastinating for this semester! Better get my projects going, its piling up already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Is there any pet owner willing to be interviewed for my Audio Pro assignment? If all fails, I will ask my mom, who takes care of a lazy pig, as last resort. X:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-129944719583142528?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/129944719583142528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=129944719583142528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/129944719583142528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/129944719583142528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-was-funny-today-especially-with.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-8078613310759074159</id><published>2007-05-06T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:13:18.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now He's gone.</title><content type='html'>My whole world comes crashing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-8078613310759074159?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8078613310759074159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=8078613310759074159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8078613310759074159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8078613310759074159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-my-whole-world-came-crashing-down.html' title='Now He&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7738983216582934648</id><published>2007-05-05T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:55:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sad life I've got.</title><content type='html'>I've got so many people I want to love, yet no one loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7738983216582934648?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7738983216582934648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7738983216582934648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7738983216582934648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7738983216582934648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-sad-life-ive-got.html' title='What a sad life I&apos;ve got.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-515367689320386220</id><published>2007-05-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:36:34.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Wasn't exactly a great hit, but some lessons certainly did kick off fine. For starters, I love Audio Production (aka Audio Pro), cause of all the stupid stunts everyone's doing. But not being an eloquent speaker has their faults.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some friends that I met up at the GC trip, and I missed them wholly! I even hugged one when I saw along the way. Nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;As lessons get into full swing, time for myself is gets lesser and lesser. Hopefully I won't neglect him, or my friends, although I think I am starting to ): Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey! I gotta go print some notes and turn in early. School tmr at 8am! Oh god, kill me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-515367689320386220?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/515367689320386220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=515367689320386220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/515367689320386220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/515367689320386220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/05/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-2984396942599180798</id><published>2007-04-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:40:01.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts in less than 8 hours</title><content type='html'>And I am dreading every single moment of it ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-2984396942599180798?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2984396942599180798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=2984396942599180798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2984396942599180798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2984396942599180798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-starts-in-less-than-8-hours.html' title='School starts in less than 8 hours'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1511485602596517720</id><published>2007-04-16T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:43:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful caricature of intimacy</title><content type='html'>There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. &lt;br /&gt;It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses &lt;br /&gt;At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains&lt;br /&gt;And a few more of your least favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I want my walls painted black and blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1511485602596517720?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1511485602596517720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1511485602596517720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1511485602596517720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1511485602596517720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-wonderful-caricature-of-intimacy.html' title='What a wonderful caricature of intimacy'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7880554201911502167</id><published>2007-04-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:54:50.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Health Pyramid</title><content type='html'>Something I have noticed. Maybe I am enlightened, or maybe I am just plain crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;=  rice, pasta, noodle, whatever's your main staple food, and milk (for calcium!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most important in your diet :X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt; = fruits and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Requirements for a healthy diet. Very important&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; = Meat , be it white meat or red meat, and eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enriches your diet. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND/GAYFRIEND/LESFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; = Vitamin pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supplements. Not neccesary if you have adequate fruits, vegetables and meat. If fact, not required at all. Too much of them will cause toxic and poisons your body. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, my theory of the Health Pyramid :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7880554201911502167?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7880554201911502167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7880554201911502167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7880554201911502167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7880554201911502167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/health-pyramid.html' title='The Health Pyramid'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-9105306740088269416</id><published>2007-04-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:56:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Alright, a big shout out to those who gave me their tobies. (I felt very very very obliged to do this &gt;_&lt;) &lt;br /&gt;ELIE DARLING: for her 4 tobies! xD&lt;br /&gt;SKINNY DE. (a bunk customer) who gave me 9 TOBIES *applause*&lt;br /&gt;XiaoBrowy, aka Heng Kim Kai :X who gave me 1 tobi!&lt;br /&gt;Whee weet! Xie Xie ni.Now my inventory is chao orh orh de &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Back to my mundane work ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-9105306740088269416?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9105306740088269416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=9105306740088269416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9105306740088269416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9105306740088269416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-4481188052357320058</id><published>2007-04-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:07:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Trip.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm back, but the main purpose of my posting here is not describing my trip, because there's nothing much worth talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am. I am not a coward to tell you that, yes,you are deem a true coward, right straight to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start, you told me that after your NS, you would have much much more time for me, so that was why I gave up on my other responsibilities for you. I completely lost touch of them, so much so that my life revolves around you. I didn't do anything else. And for you to suddenly attend your stuffs, without giving me any warning in advance, and leaving me to dangle in the middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how irresponsible you are, into your belief that since you wanted to achieve your goals, you gave up on other responsibilities like taking care of me. Do you know that for me to be with you, I gave up ALL my other responsibilities? You WERE the main cause for my bad results. You distracted me. Well, blame it on my lack of concentration, and my weak willpower. But I learnt my lesson. You are simply NOT worth THE EFFORT.&lt;br /&gt;You want to do your things, fine. I don't give a damn anymore.  I don't even care whether you are doing well or not. You made me think this way. Do whatever you want. I wanted to say more, but I give up. I'm washing my hands off you. So much for caring and wasting my youth on you.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please turn ALL my 136k A cash and all my money. I got my receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Blardy loudhailers, please shut your mouths. I had enough of your fucking rumours. Live your own lives for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much, and bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-4481188052357320058?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4481188052357320058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=4481188052357320058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/4481188052357320058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/4481188052357320058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-from-trip.html' title='Back from the Trip.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6479553741885932230</id><published>2007-04-01T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:03:40.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Overseas!</title><content type='html'>Okay,as what my title says, I would be off overseas to ShangHai for a week, from 1st April to 7th April for a school trip. Do check back next time alright? ^^ Cya and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Should there be anything urgent, please contact me at 91606856  instead of my normal number. Thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6479553741885932230?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6479553741885932230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6479553741885932230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6479553741885932230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6479553741885932230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-overseas.html' title='Off Overseas!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-3840114679021375556</id><published>2007-03-24T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:38:49.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I never realized that there was so many people reading my blog. Do feel free to tag a post so I know exactly who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please, respect my privacy as others would like to respect yours, and stop spreading rumours. Its fucking irritating and annoying having to clear up your nonsense by explaning things to others, and it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; put a strain to my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So please, live your own lives, and stop nosing into others. Whatever I type is here are just my thoughts. Is it wrong to voice them out? So please, whatever you read, just keep it to yourself. Stop acting like a loudhailer or a megaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-3840114679021375556?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3840114679021375556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=3840114679021375556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3840114679021375556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3840114679021375556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7087501989747057739</id><published>2007-03-21T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:17:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All men are the same</title><content type='html'>After they had their fun with you, and they got everything from you, they will find you 'sian'. They will grow sick of you, and start to find ways and means to avoid you. When they meet you, they will start to have attitudes and starting treating you like dirt, sometimes worse than dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, they are helpful and all, and starts to be super nice. After awhile, sometimes 1 month, sometimes 2, they will take you for granted, and stops treating you nice. Not before long, they will hide all pretence and starts ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a sign, that he has stopped having feelings for you, and will go for other girls. He will stop being nice, and starts pin-pointing at every single mistake. He will find every single way to worm out all responsibilities and squirm from anything associated with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, an imminent thing will happen. The guy will dump the girl, and find a new one. The girl would be left dangling in the middle of nowhere, heartbroken, and foolishly hoping that the guy would realize his mistake and come back, when in actual fact, he never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not taking about a soap opera here. I am relating to past experiences I had, my friends had, and I will probably have in a few weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent Teo, you know what I am talking about here. I can see it coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7087501989747057739?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7087501989747057739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7087501989747057739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7087501989747057739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7087501989747057739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-men-are-same.html' title='All men are the same'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5701084528856921650</id><published>2007-03-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:49:12.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai-Kang Warrior</title><content type='html'>Woo! The SAI KANG WARRIOR (aka shyt work warrior) IS BACK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the timetable of a SAI-KANG warrior during her SAI KANG time TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Comes to work &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Counts Prepaid Cards, making sure it tallies&lt;br /&gt;3) Stocks drinks. Moves some of them to the new cooler&lt;br /&gt;4) Clears Rubbish&lt;br /&gt;5) Tops water.&lt;br /&gt;6) STARTS WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAI-KANG warrior wanted to play some games during this slacking era, but unfortunately she was unable to.&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying a mere 30 mins of frequently-interrupted game play, her supervisor summons her to do his work; of recording down the shift taking-over and handing over prepaid card stocks!&lt;br /&gt;As a result, she's bogged down by this task for the next 3 hours as she tries to decipher all the mystery symbols and even predict an oracles in the empty space of torn pieces of papers.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing, the SAI-KANG WARRIOR has to count prepaid card stocks, (a job that has always been done by workers of the morning shift) make sure it tallies, and clears other people's messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAI-KANG warrior, apart from clearing rubbish also learns to wipe the tables when something is spilt, and even sweeps the entire floor of her workplace. A handy cleaner ready in any time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does she do her work, she does the work of others, ALL THE TIME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for, head down to the nearest Maid Agency for a SAI-KANG warrior too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You know, I am so fucking pissed. Doing everyone's work ALL THE TIME. There's a limit in helping out. Sometimes I wonder whether people take me for granted or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5701084528856921650?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5701084528856921650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5701084528856921650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5701084528856921650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5701084528856921650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/03/sai-kang-warrior.html' title='Sai-Kang Warrior'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7686362759218404463</id><published>2007-03-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:30:06.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored-loha!</title><content type='html'>Here I am, rotting again in Bunk. There's nothing to do except, like what my honey and old man says, swatting flies. So far, I have killed 3 cockroaches, wiped the entire counter, cash till and the CPU. I can't maple cause there's this kuk server patch, so there's nothing I can do. &lt;br /&gt;I contemplated downloading Ghost Online, but I was afraid of being addicted to another lame game. I even shopped online, and I am reduced to playing tic-tac-toe with myself.&lt;br /&gt;What a meaningless life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7686362759218404463?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7686362759218404463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7686362759218404463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7686362759218404463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7686362759218404463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-loha.html' title='Bored-loha!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1649417116454009265</id><published>2007-02-24T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:04:53.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary News</title><content type='html'>There is this huge monster in kingdom of XYZ. It terrorizes the shits out of everyone, even the SuperWoman Kan-Chiong Spider Aunty LY. With its intimidating build and size, it blocks up all forms of leeway, (and corridoor too)&lt;br /&gt;After the downfall of the previous empire, the monster gained power to controlling the kingdom of XYZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unorthodox practices and habits sooned overruled the rest as he forces his way into making others adopt to his practices, albeit highly unorthodox and unneccesary. Despite it claiming that the new practices will do benefit for the leaders, it has minimal advantages. Instead, it has brought on more trouble and more effort to maintain its medieval actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its tyranny, it became a practice for the monster to swoop down to the offices and 'observe' their actions. Although it seems to show that the monster is doing its work, it toils on the fellow leaders, as his annoying behaviour distracts the leaders and affects the productivity of them in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a monster itself, communication has always been a barrier needed to overcome. Communication breakdown is a very common action between monsters and humans, and the leaders of the kingdom XYZ find it hard to communicate to him. Often, they have to repel the urge to spit out their guts when talking to him. Neither do they feel a desperate need to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more distasting habits of the monster would be his way of exercising control. Its monitoring of people has led to major distracting (as mentioned above), and its way of scruntinising the leaders very closely during the closing-time, and its way of rushing the leader that there is someone to attend to, when the leader herself is busy with something. The monster obviously still does not know that the leaders are not gods, and that everyone has their shortcomings. Under constant observations, the monster is unable to multi-task as well, and is unable to attend to customers in a very well manner too. (oops was that too obvious.)It wasn't before long that these minor problems has led to major irritations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders find it hard to point out the defects, lest getting punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of my rambling. That's what I have been feeling for the past week. I can't imagine being in the kingdom of XYZ for the next few months. Feeling so supressed under the tyranny of the monster. Sigh ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1649417116454009265?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1649417116454009265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1649417116454009265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1649417116454009265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1649417116454009265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/scary-news.html' title='Scary News'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-9135411779483856202</id><published>2007-02-22T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:16:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored over here at bunk, and school's ended. I kind of miss my friends back at school, especially (in no particular order) Faridah, Angela(H), Cheryl, Bevan, Kelvin, Abby, Inez, Ivan and Joram! Especially after reading fari's blog, I'm kinda nostalgic. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired. Been working full shifts at bunk, meaning more than 10 hours of not see-ing daylight! I wanna go out with my friends, go shopping, and go watch movies or something. Really want to lah )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gtg go do some work le, I also wanna chiong LadySaSa &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! Please don't end up like me, sick with bouts of everything. lol ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-9135411779483856202?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9135411779483856202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=9135411779483856202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9135411779483856202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9135411779483856202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-2519372816435131452</id><published>2007-02-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:26:55.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Sucks to be sick. &lt;br /&gt;Headache every morning, flus, colds, 2 bouts of fever, upset stomach. DIAHORREA (omg that sucks), vomitting. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this can stop right now.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Happy Vday to all! Like what Kent and I agreed, its soooo commercialised. lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-2519372816435131452?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2519372816435131452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=2519372816435131452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2519372816435131452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/2519372816435131452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6244709800733778838</id><published>2007-01-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:43:28.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects projects projects</title><content type='html'>They are due like, february, and its an endless pile! Lemme see, there's per com group assignment, media management principles  (aka MM prin)group assignment, journalism story outline, MM prin forums, and quizes, and psychology quizes and the reading of the freaking textbook! eeek.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm working in bunk now, multi tasking to da max. Uninstalling a programme, manning the counter, doing my journalism story and stocking instant noodles. All in a day's work.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so freaking tired. lol &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou to all those out there whose chionging on the projects as well! jiayou wor ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6244709800733778838?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6244709800733778838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6244709800733778838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6244709800733778838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6244709800733778838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/projects-projects-projects.html' title='Projects projects projects'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-6981893851999370146</id><published>2007-01-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:25:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Event</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was the WOW Burning Crusade event. Being one the 'sai-kang' kias, I had to report to Suntec City and 9am. I was late (as usual) but its expected! Cause the briefing started late too. Whee~ X:&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, it was kinda pretty, with all that decorations. I was assigned to help people create accounts, and had to stand for the freaking day! &lt;br /&gt;There were many people present too. A guy actually queued since 10pm!&lt;br /&gt;ok. im lazy to write somemore of this kuku event. shall talk about other stuffs X:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-6981893851999370146?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6981893851999370146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=6981893851999370146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6981893851999370146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/6981893851999370146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-event.html' title='WOW Event'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5765341510425638740</id><published>2007-01-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:50:26.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO Concert</title><content type='html'>It ended with a BANG! (you could get the pun if you were in the concert hall :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up at 10.40 (thanks to Yamuna who morning sms-ed me! ^^) and rushed down. The weather was so shiok to sleep in! My dad brought me to TP, and I reached the studio at 11.50. I lugged the 3 freaking huge double bass to the lorry, and by then my arms were already feeling 'sour' (direct translation from Chinese's "suan" X:)&lt;br /&gt;The TPCO students boarded the bus heading to Singapore Conference Hall, and I squeezed into the backseat with Yamuna, Jia Zhen, 2 cellos and Ivan! haha. Then we talked about Chinese Newswriting and about Singapore Youth Symphony Orchestra. &lt;br /&gt;When we reached, we stoned, and slacked awhile. I survived on a hot dog bread until it was dinnertime! (I ate 2 packets of rice haha &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;The first song was 'Chun jie Xi qu'. I couldn't sit with my bass cause the stopped wasnt in place, so I hadto sort of stand, while everyone else was sitting. so extra!&lt;br /&gt;The rest was yu (3) (feathers), chun (1) (spring) and The Entertainer,which the bass was loud enough! Yay^^ Robots march wasnt that bad afteral, yay three cheers. haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;ok! I wanted to write more, but bunk is closing le. gtg and cya guys! tmr still must do event. eeeks &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5765341510425638740?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5765341510425638740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5765341510425638740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5765341510425638740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5765341510425638740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/co-concert.html' title='CO Concert'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-1769289636592344610</id><published>2007-01-12T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:05:48.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not hiding anything</title><content type='html'>The reason why Im blogging here in this blog where everyone can see what I'm typing instead of a hidden blog is because I want to prove to everyone that I have absolutely nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I am clear of my conscience and whatever I am doing is published right here. There and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like what Dawnie said, someone amazing appeared into my life, but apparently it's not as amazing as I thought it might be.(what's new?) When I hopped into his blog, I can hear his friends thinking&lt;br /&gt;"err another girlfriend? "&lt;br /&gt;" Wah your girlfriends getting younger and younger liao sia, not good not good"&lt;br /&gt;" How many girlfriends he have liao sia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and following on to more critical thoughts, such as, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you sure he's serious with this girl this time?"&lt;br /&gt;" Let's hope this is the last gf he is 'hopping on' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets a little disappointing actually. While I'm hoping that my friends will finally approve my taste, (instead of the previous awful experiences where I failed to get their approval), and finally sort of 'settle down', it might be slightly harder for me to be accepted by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, judging by their 'rose'-tinted lenses and their initial perspective of me, it might be much much harder than the standard I'm expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not his friends alone, but rather him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not trying to be harsh or pessimistic, but while I may appear nonchalant about this whole matter, I'm actually rather serious. As in, I treat this r/s as a rather high priority, but after looking at the way he handles it, I think it might be better if I bring this responsibility one notch down, and handle it in a lighter manner.&lt;br /&gt;Why so?&lt;br /&gt;1) He still continues to flirt with other people. Not that I mind much actually, but it bugs me with the fact that he said all that will stop after he starts to be with me, but apparently it doesn't. So I can imagine that if he can disregard something so minor, lest something major.&lt;br /&gt;2) I still have that feeling that he just finds me when he needs me, and when I need him, he's not there. That reciprocal mutuality is just not there.&lt;br /&gt;3) The chemistry's somehow existent, but I can't feel it. Maybe its the physics, or the biology. Okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I have been discontent with, and there might be more to come. Maybe's its the past traumatic experiences that makes me feel this way. Maybe its my gut feeling. Maybe it's the woman's 6th sense, or maybe its just my stomachache. Whatever it is, I hope to clear the air ASAP. (no not As Slow As Possible ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, I'm feeling very unwell. Shall get some sleep I guess. Good nightey al;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-1769289636592344610?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1769289636592344610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=1769289636592344610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1769289636592344610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/1769289636592344610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-hiding-anything.html' title='I&apos;m not hiding anything'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-8631758721895971021</id><published>2007-01-11T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:30:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert preparation</title><content type='html'>whew! Finally a night where there's no practice. For the freaking past week I've been practising for the freakin concert. CAN U BELIEVE IT, a least 5 hours a day hugging my wooden husband (oops, sounds wrong) and playing the same few (6 actually)songs all over again. eeeeks &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its back to the rainy season again. Wanted to have another photography outing, but kinda got screwed up cause of the rain. Figures, everytime I go take pictures sure like that one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of rambling. Gotta go for my psychology tutorial le. Cya people ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-8631758721895971021?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8631758721895971021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=8631758721895971021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8631758721895971021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/8631758721895971021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/concert-preparation.html' title='concert preparation'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-3751600896543960708</id><published>2007-01-08T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:33:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i realized i've been getting lazy and less disciplined. somehow I think I better change this annoying habit. it's getting on my nerves too. ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-3751600896543960708?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3751600896543960708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=3751600896543960708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3751600896543960708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3751600896543960708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-3515393818492986334</id><published>2007-01-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:16:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLa</title><content type='html'>something amazing just came into my life. But horr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenot bio other guys liao!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think abt him, I &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I dun mind, cause&lt;br /&gt;To me, he's my everything and anything and something and anyhow-think (:X)&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I found this too good to be true, but&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been smiling all the time, even when im sleeping,(oops)&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, grinning at my blue panda ranger. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Very easily enough, I realized that this is actually a fairy tale coming alive.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my past haunting me, it's time to start anew with..&lt;br /&gt;U &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry, that I had to go 'Singlish' to the max (and random as well) There was a need to do so to make this post work. (although its not working very well either) Sincere apologies for it &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GodAllahBuddhaLordKrishnaGuanYinMa, this is sucha crappy post &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-3515393818492986334?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3515393818492986334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=3515393818492986334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3515393818492986334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/3515393818492986334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/lala.html' title='LaLa'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5850044180206843228</id><published>2007-01-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:02:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates</title><content type='html'>hmm. the chocolates im eating now tastes so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;argh. chionging assignment again! lol. ok time to jiayou peepul &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like mapling! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5850044180206843228?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5850044180206843228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5850044180206843228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5850044180206843228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5850044180206843228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/chocolates.html' title='chocolates'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5773532154029912553</id><published>2007-01-01T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:15:18.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry New Year</title><content type='html'>I spent my new year in bunk, seeing the fireworks from HSBC with my dardar Cloudie. Received a shocking sms from a friend from bunk, and the request was freaky &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just now Angelic dardar told me some stuff that was sooo him. Flirts and bastards all die and rot in hell. xD&lt;br /&gt;Despite not having enough sleep, I"m still not cranky and crappy! Haha, thanks to BLUE RANGER PANDA! Gogo Panda Rangers! Thanks for brightening up my day and starting my day (and yesterday &gt;_&lt;) Didn't know what I do can make an impact on people sia. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I can wake myself up and face the world without any flashbacks. lol. Thanks alot leh, and to people whose cheering me up! Yea baby love u guys :X&lt;br /&gt;It's been a nice warm start of New Year, hope this stays, I don't want to slip back to last time. ugh traumatic experience. Bad choices, wrong choices. Lets not look back in retrospect. New year= New start bah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things left unsaid, but too tired to continue. Will continue next time bah. lmao &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry new year people! ^___^ V *throws confetti everywhere*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5773532154029912553?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5773532154029912553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5773532154029912553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5773532154029912553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5773532154029912553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-new-year.html' title='Merry New Year'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5676136103402375582</id><published>2006-12-30T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:50:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)":</title><content type='html'>I'm so busy. My schedule's severely fucked up. So many things left, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm even expected to be at more than 2 places in the same time.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I'm often scatterbrained and have to be constantly thinking of what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad to see that you have moved on with a new girl and a new target, when I'm still stuck behind in the middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;What an irony, he asked me to be his gf, he dumped me, and he got on with someone else faster than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what the Michelle Branch song, All you wanted says,&lt;br /&gt;"So lonely inside, so busy out there."&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to my psycho quizes. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5676136103402375582?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5676136103402375582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5676136103402375582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5676136103402375582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5676136103402375582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=')&quot;:'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-5370232867721906450</id><published>2006-12-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:58:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>mental note: FUCK BLOGGER. chopped off 3/4 OF MY POST AGAIN. KANINA CHEEBAI. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recall what has happenned yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am. Went to bunk to patch WOW. Ended up most of them failed the patch, cause either than bandwidth kanna eaten up, or the stupid firewall causing problems again. zzz&lt;br /&gt;After that worked/mapled to around 4pm. Donald took over with obasan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and changed my clothes. Then we left for raffles hotel! We forgot out door gift. Eeeeks so malu. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;When we went there, i felt like I dressed so shabbily, cause mine was pretty simple. And I saw many Asiasoft staff. Knid of nostalgic, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was okay, with the food being Christmasy and stuff. The turkey tastes like chicken though. But the dessert is nice! Like what Angelic says' it melts in your mouth" &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;For more info about the food, check out Angelic's blog! lol.&lt;br /&gt;There was also this lucky draw, which I got 65k a cash. 3 20k Christmas designs. But don't know what to do with so much cash &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;After that, left early, but something fucked up happenned. Just before I left for the dinner, I had a premonition that something bad will happen (thought it was something related to him) but it turned out to be that Carol lost something precious. ):&lt;br /&gt;Met mc py and Clement in the first storey of Raffles Hotel, and cabbed down to Vivo. We watched Deathnote, and cause it was around 12.40 when we reached, we got pretty crappy seats. Like 6 seats in the first row from the screen.LOL. neck-craning experience sia. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor py, cause I didn't watch Deathnote 1, so I had to kind of ask him evrything and anything.DEATHNOTE 2 ROCKS LA! The plot and storyline for Deathnote 1 was very draggy and aimless, but 2 ENDS IT ALL. It may be rather confusing but I still like it! cause LIGHT OWNS! HE SO YANDAO!! I keep commenting, then I think throughout the entire show all he could hear was 'Yandao' here 'Yandao' there. :X&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna comment nevertheless that..&lt;br /&gt;DEATHNOTE 2 VERY NICE LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN NICE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIGHT SO YANDAO.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really lor! LOL. Donald's friend actually had the poster board. I WANT IT! But pity don't have le ):&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 4.30am. The show lasted 2 hours 20 minutes! (omg so long lah.no wonder we so hungry after that) And it ws so hard to flag a freaking cab at there! roar. By the time I reached home, it was 5.15am, and 6.15 when I bathed finish. Forced myself to sleep cause I know I will be late for work which I was. (I reached at 10.20am LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Donald so nice lah! Help me work and sacrificed his beauty sleep. Even bought for me lunch. Thanks for making my day, you sixteen year old boy :X Enjoy working later, even thought you start later than me and end earlier! ROAR. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Back to tending bunk. Full house liao arrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-5370232867721906450?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5370232867721906450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=5370232867721906450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5370232867721906450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/5370232867721906450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-75154870282375116</id><published>2006-12-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:03:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my family. and I have a sad life. LMAO.</title><content type='html'>I saw my cousin at bunk when I was working on Saturday. Was so happy that what was originally a tired and sucky day turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad (who has just found a new job- yay!) forwarded me another email from my cousin. She had just graduated from an Australian uni and is now working in Japan. Felt so happy for her, that she has become so independent.&lt;br /&gt;I am so envious of my friend Frankie's family, because he can have dinner at home every night, with his 2 brothers. (he says they are irritating, but they are so nice to me lah! haha) They can enjoy the warmth, of brothers bugging each other, and talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;When I go home, its my habit to say 'Hello!" when I enter the house. When I was in primary 4, I would be greeted by my family members. But now, it's only a week that I'm greeted with someone. Everytime I reach home, it's just an empty house. I can only say hi to my hamster.&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to talk to, to cry to, to tell my lame jokes, to shout at, to bitch to. When I want to talk to my family, I either sms them or write a note. I can barely speak to them. They leave home before I wake up, and reach home after I sleep. My brother's away in the navy, so chances are he's seldom at home.&lt;br /&gt;The only person I have been crying to at night is my hamster. This shows I have a pretty sad life ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;So far, Maple is the only source of friendship and form of solace I can find. I haven't been mapling for a very long time, and everytime I maple, I avoid something in real life. I use Maple as a way to escape from reality. This is a very sad, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-75154870282375116?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/75154870282375116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=75154870282375116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/75154870282375116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/75154870282375116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-my-family-and-i-have-sad-life.html' title='I miss my family. and I have a sad life. LMAO.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-98466970278980753</id><published>2006-12-21T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:50:22.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so jaded.</title><content type='html'>It's so difficult living a live to cater to the expectations of everyone. Somehow, everything you do seems to be so so so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Tak today for example. It wasn't my fault that I had to be late. Of all times, there had to be something so fuckingly unfortunate to happen. And did I want an accident to happen so that there would be a a huge jam? Had I have known I would have rather walked the distance to take an MRT. And when I am having a CO prac (not dating, neither shopping,) and a project meeting tomorrow, which results me not able to turn up for work an hour late only, I have to endure a black face.&lt;br /&gt;That was just so not fair from what I have to face. Last time when people turn up late for work ( I shall not mention names here), I didn't give them a black face even when their reason was "I oveslept", (which was pretty lame even by my standards). Instead, I continued with my job and they continued theirs. I harp on the thought at least its now not never. I don't harp on the event that "OH, THEY ARE LATE! I MUST BE ANGRY WITH THEM NOW. THEY ARE NOT DOING THEIR JOB." Well, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people can give me their atittudes, while I can't? I can't imagine a day when I give them a black face. That would be sooooo weird. Loul. ):&lt;br /&gt;When others do not do their jobs, they don't get scolded. Instead, they get praised for what they have done, even when it's done sloppily. When I did not do my job, I get scolded, and lectured, and got scolded again real badly. And when I do mine, &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; do other people's stuffs, I get nothing. Not even a word of praise. Not even a nod of acknowledgement. So I'm expected to do everything and anything, while they do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;That's so typical of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of bitching and get back to the fxxked up world. Loul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-98466970278980753?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/98466970278980753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=98466970278980753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/98466970278980753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/98466970278980753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-so-jaded.html' title='I feel so jaded.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-9010058003029492534</id><published>2006-12-14T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:10:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened yesterday!</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Blogger screwed up my previous post. Must re-post again. Then the FUCKED-UP blogger chopped off some bits. THEN RE-POST AGAIN. and AGAIN. TOTAL 5 TIMES LIAO.CEE BAI. WASTE MY TIME. KNN. Screw blogger la. Jibai.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. forget it. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was suppposed to meet Shan at 11am. But I ended up late for 20 mins. But they WINNER. Jitao 一山還比一山高lor! They came at 12. Thank goodness I reached the library and studied, if not waste my 1 hr X:&lt;br /&gt;While I was studying for MMPrin, realized quite easy leh. Just need alot of memorizing work only &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12pm when ying and shan came (FINALLY). We went to design to eat the legendary griled fish. Eh! quite nice lah actually. While we were eating we talked about how people in r/s changed after they become attached. LIke their become childish or start acting like a spoilt brat. When I thought about it, I realized' eh SIALAR! how true". lmao. &lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to library, 5th storey. Along the way, I saw alot of couples doing God-Knows-What-I-Don't-Want-To-Say along the tables. Its kinda paiseh, cause those couples performing their hanky panky acts that are being scruntinised by us are ACTUALLY MY FRIENDS. sigh. Come on lah, library is meant for you to study one,you want you can go park or hotel. People want to study de leh. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;It irritated us so much I jitao just say' EH. &lt;strong&gt;FREE SHOW &lt;/strong&gt;AH. SINCE WHEN LIBRARY BECOME PARK SIA. ooops. did I say it abit too loud. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". It made ying and shan literally lmao. Sigh, why am I so guai lan. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and so we studied, or rather, ying was msn-ing and song uploading, and shan was smsing her leslie and cam-whoring. LOL. Not bad bah. covered 95%, the last bit is the tricky bit of listening to the online lectures *cue to yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was 6+, I borrowed a book called " Jane Austen's Guide to dating". It's probably important to me cause I suck at dating. Figures :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were feeling hungry, so we went to get some sushi. Decided on Sakae, cause of the buffet. Then decided to go Funan (see how impromptu we are. lmao)&lt;br /&gt;The manager there was horrible man! Trainee staff somemore. He gave that 瞧不起 look when we came, and we are so appalled. Ying just said 'NO when he gave a wrong order later' lmao! As usual, she ate her egg sushies, while Shan ate the cold noodle and the eggnog. I ate my sushi and variety of teppanyaki. I love the soft shell crab! &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDh3ecJVEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJtkbMJwCDE/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008251128816161858" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDh3ecJVEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJtkbMJwCDE/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny, because we actually took photos of the reflection on the conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDiKOcJVFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZdciQg-j_CQ/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008251450938709074" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDiKOcJVFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZdciQg-j_CQ/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There. The disgusting chinese tea, which was supposedly Japanese Green tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDmQOcJVKI/AAAAAAAAABs/0f7ZfplpN0A/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDmQOcJVKI/AAAAAAAAABs/0f7ZfplpN0A/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008255952064435362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we ate, after the staff cleared our plates for 4 times. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat our dessert (Ying and I ate watermelon, while Shan ate mochi lychee flavour). After that, we paid up. (each person $25, lmao). Went to the toilet at Funan. SIALAR. High tech SIA! The flush is touch screen one. Pity I can't take it, phone no batt. Shan and I were amazed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all! There's even a urinal! In the girl's toilet. Somemore its shaped like for guys sia X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDkSucJVII/AAAAAAAAABE/quxFXx_nYIw/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008253795990852738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDkSucJVII/AAAAAAAAABE/quxFXx_nYIw/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to test and see how it works. But abit malu sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDkjOcJVJI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Tpqi8K_hhM/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008254079458694290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDkjOcJVJI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Tpqi8K_hhM/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. very malu &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to City Hall MRT after that, Shan's bf was there, so Ying and I auto tuned off. LOL. It reached Eunos MRT all too soon, and I had to get my fat ass home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppposed to meet Ying at 12am Bedok mrt mac to chiong project, apparently, being the lazy bum I am, I overslept (:X) Sorry dear! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! time for me to go chiong my Delphinus char. Jiayou to those having term tests! Good luck! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-9010058003029492534?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9010058003029492534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=9010058003029492534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9010058003029492534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/9010058003029492534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-happened-yesterday.html' title='What happened yesterday!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDh3ecJVEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJtkbMJwCDE/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-297619466843689803</id><published>2006-12-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:48:04.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are getting disorganizated lately. Should number them :X&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see what happened today!&lt;br /&gt;1) My hair is cut! I asked the hairstylist to trim off my sickening fringe and had it the 'act cute' way. Now it looks overly act cute. &gt;_&lt; I also touched up my roots. Now at least my entire head is brown =D&lt;br /&gt;2) Bevan joined my Vitasoy gang! Yay! We all like drinking Vitasoy X:&lt;br /&gt;3) I spent more than 100 bucks on my hair alone. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;4) I did something lame. Went to Tmall to buy hair dye. Wanted to DIY, but realized it'd be weird, cause my hair originally had 3 tones. Had to do it in a salon instead. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SO..I went to Tmall for a hair cut. Recommended by Cheryl. I went to Supercuts and Kenny (the gay hairstylist) chopped off ard 5cm of my hair! The end is a neat cut. Kinda weird having my hair in a rather short length. Maybe not used to it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;A short note: Cheryl commented that all the sensitive guys in the world are either gay, married or dead. How true :X&lt;br /&gt;6) After that Cheryl and I split up, and I joined Fari to go to her house. She finally taught me how to ONLINE shopping. wheee~ X: I took a few photos of her cat. Finally it posed for me! yay. Good Bouncy X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDV5-cJVDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oaXRgQCZWhI/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDV5-cJVDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oaXRgQCZWhI/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008237977626301490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tempted him by danging an apple there. Apparently the cat is a carnivore, because he doesn't eat apples :X&lt;br /&gt;7) Around 4pm, went to Katong Shopping Mall. Walked for 3 shops before settling on a hair salon. Spent 3 hours there dyeing my hair. Fari trimmed her hair.Looks neater without the waves at the ends, but her mom told her it looked the same. lmao. Sorry leh Fari, make u accompany me and stone. &gt;_&lt; The result of my hair is brown! lol.&lt;br /&gt;8) After that was kinda hungry, so asked HY go eat Aston with me. Sigh, last time I ate there was with Kenneth, HY and him. sigh. Anyway, I think I have worms or something in my tummy, I wasnt full, so I da bao a packet of boneless chicken rice from the reputable shop at KSM ($4 leh! liew~)&lt;br /&gt;9)So here I am, eating it and slacking. Die, tmr must study MM Prin liao! *stress*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-297619466843689803?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/297619466843689803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=297619466843689803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/297619466843689803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/297619466843689803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/today.html' title='Today!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RYDV5-cJVDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oaXRgQCZWhI/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-7403062708558682066</id><published>2006-12-11T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:33:06.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am again!</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo, Lihyee's in the house yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened today man! It's been a long time since I blogged about daily happenings, so shal attempt one now. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's been a long time since I went out with a group of friends (apart from last sunday, celebrating Mandy's birthday) It was really fun going out with Val, Angelic and her friend (Joseph I think). I miss going out with ShuangYing Shan Yuan Jian Victor Mingfong and the rest of the ghey gang! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RXxWC-mlsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzjoDTO04q0/s1600-h/tralala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RXxWC-mlsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzjoDTO04q0/s320/tralala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006971494893728258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Got this pic from shan's blog. Taken quite some time ago, around May? (my hair was still totally brown! sigh) So much memories since then.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Eugene said my hair was nice brown! Maybe I should go dye it again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I am starting to love soya bean! Esp vitasoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Term tests are here, and I barely studied. Need motivation argh &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kinda tired. shall update next time. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-7403062708558682066?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7403062708558682066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=7403062708558682066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7403062708558682066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/7403062708558682066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again!'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7455AbO5gEc/RXxWC-mlsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzjoDTO04q0/s72-c/tralala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116572151095494741</id><published>2006-12-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:31:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCBunk is Haunted</title><content type='html'>I suspect so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/949/239/1600/607627/GOT%20GHOST..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/949/239/320/611791/GOT%20GHOST..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the Ghost is at work. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the cash till suddenly goes dead, and springs back to life on the very next day. Without our knowing, it suddenly grew fingernails and scratched against the cash till everytime we open it. It may be okay, but it sounds freaky and makes my hair stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NETS card apparently sprouted legs when I was working and walked into the safety of the 1 hour voucher box. It went in retreat until a week later, when I was restocking the vouchers, it got exposed, and I chucked it back to his/her original home under the Cash Till.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the disease of cards sprouting legs continue, and prepaid cards have disappeared. In fact, the entire army of 1047 ( I think, could be more) prepaid cards disappeared over the past months. Think they are rebelling about being scratched on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, for the past few days, the mashed potato machine suddenly blacks out, and water comes out from the machine just like that. Normally, it will be in a good mood and starts dispelling mashed potato in correct proportions that look like real mashed potato. But when its in a PMS-state, the yellow secretion is either gooey, watery, or just something else you see elsewhere. (I think you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Ghost of Bunk is at work. I should be wary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116572151095494741?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116572151095494741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116572151095494741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116572151095494741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116572151095494741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/pcbunk-is-haunted.html' title='PCBunk is Haunted'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116560320038267503</id><published>2006-12-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:40:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term tests are coming next week!&lt;br /&gt;Less than 3 days away!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like studying. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all out there having term tests or project deadlines due soon.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou and you can do it! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116560320038267503?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116560320038267503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116560320038267503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116560320038267503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116560320038267503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/term-tests-are-coming-next-week-less.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116550173837546705</id><published>2006-12-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:28:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am amazed again by how much people having how many comments about it. Sorry about the outburst if it semeed harsh. Having the morning blues I guess &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;To those out there, yea I'm fine. Thanks for your concern ^^&lt;br /&gt;To those who doesn't even care, yea, whatever that makes you happy :X&lt;br /&gt;Ok Bunk closing le, take care people! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116550173837546705?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116550173837546705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116550173837546705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116550173837546705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116550173837546705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116546127559853809</id><published>2006-12-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:14:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm amazed</title><content type='html'>At how people can be.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can be so snitchy, and say bad things about the person, when they are friendly to the person in front. I still don't get it. If being like that makes you happy, then I don't know what to say. What if the person realizes that you are SNITCHING on his/her back? What if someone snitches you on your back? Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm not joining in the game of SNITCHING is because I know its stupid. I feel that, if you are 'buay-song' about something about the person, tell him/her personally about it. Don't tell 100 people about it. You have your own flaws too, just that I don't amplify it to ten thousands over people. I keep it to myself, and only when it gets intolerable, I speak it out to you, and not bitch about you to others behind your back. You have many flaws too, &lt;strong&gt;only that I keep it to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why you do that is probably because you want to remain friendly terms with me even when you have made that SNITCHY comment. Well, too bad that will never happen. Do what you deem fit, and I do what I deem fit. So much for tolerating your childish attitude and trying to be nice. If that's what I get in return, I see no reason trying to reason (ignore the pun please) and talk sense through. I wouldn't even care anymore. You stuck-up &lt;em&gt;*toot*&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly stunned at how egoistic and how people can think that they are always right, and refuse to admit to their mistakes, although their wrongdoings are so apparent, right &lt;strong&gt;smacked&lt;/strong&gt; straight in their face. Well, I shall not comment on this, cause this point applies to almost everyone I know. Just that it annoys me, that I have to apologize even though I didn't even do anything, let alone do anything &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there's many people who are pampered. Not that I have something against them, it's just that, they are &lt;strong&gt;spoilt&lt;/strong&gt;, and more than often, they throw a tantrum when they do not get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah, not everyday is a Sunday, if today is a bad day, then accept it. Don't go around giving everyone a black face as if they owe you thousands of favours. Stick with the fact that there's something wrong. What's wrong (ignore this pun again) with that? No point blowing your top at others when that wouldn't help matters a single bit at all. In fact, it makes people pissed at you, alot more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's your attitude, but whatever. As what everyone has been doing, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't care lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well figures, that's how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my funeral lesson. 45 more minutes to go~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116546127559853809?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116546127559853809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116546127559853809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116546127559853809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116546127559853809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-amazed.html' title='I&apos;m amazed'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116485894551114301</id><published>2006-11-30T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:55:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD ALLAH GUANYINMA LORD KRISHNA</title><content type='html'>for the extension of the deadline!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying that I am chao tyco. LOL &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I haven't been so lucky lately. Maybe the sun is finally shining on my side :X&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Time to continue chionging le. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116485894551114301?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116485894551114301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116485894551114301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116485894551114301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116485894551114301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-god-allah-guanyinma-lord-krishna.html' title='THANK GOD ALLAH GUANYINMA LORD KRISHNA'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116425361244986036</id><published>2006-11-23T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:56:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journalism</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, stoning and rotting away with the usual weekly dosage of tormenting lesson from The Torturer. The lessons seem to be getting boring-er and boring-er. But I love her orange striped shirt. It makes her 'sexy, handsome and ERROTIC' (ok the last line abit no link :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched 2 movies in a go yesterday. Happy Feet sneak and Step Up. Lido 3 and Lido 2. Damn nice lah!I love Lido 2! Damn huge and the digital surround is nice. Makes me enjoy the show alot more man.&lt;br /&gt;The plot for Step Up is kinda predictable, with the bad guy meeting the good girl, and yadda yadda. But Happy Feet is something fresh, and the graphics are good man! They incorporated people into the show, with the actual helicopter being shown. (Okay my train of thoughts is disrupted, damn the orange Torturer) The storyline is also very unique and its one of the few movies that makes you think. Makes me reflect on how we change our environment drastically and still being oblivious about it. And how being the only one is not wrong afteral ;) I love Happy Feet lah! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting bored. I have come to the conclusion that when one is very, VERY BORED, and has internet connection, one would blog. Take Journalism tutorial lessons as a very good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just finished presentating the story critique. Nura can read my mind! She was saying 'presentating' when I barely typed the word. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot to mention. For cheap thrills, go to vbus, login, and go MMPrin, and click on the Consultation. Have a jolly good whoring time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to attending the weekly Song Kah. *chants away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116425361244986036?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116425361244986036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116425361244986036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116425361244986036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116425361244986036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/journalism.html' title='Journalism'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116411802147313722</id><published>2006-11-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:07:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to..</title><content type='html'>Fari, who saved my life with the slippers. That prevented me from limping the whole day. She also sold me the life-saving slippers. Yay thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela for complimenting that the slippers matched my shirt. Even when I was feeling dreadful and sloppily dressed. Despite me being late again, she didn't seem very pissed off and offered me double sided tape. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, for being the other left hander in the group, and not making me feel extra when we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joram, for the rabi joke, and the tomato/cabbage picker.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, for the statement that 'shoes spoilt doesnt make the day bad lah. There are other worse days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan for deciphering the handphone japanese code. :X and being ambidextrous! (new word learn! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, for showing me that people who are attached may be blissful, but along with it comes misery, pain and conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azimuth and athrun, for accompanying me to maple through the sucky feeling, and exploring Zipang with me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren, for buying me Vitasoy every time I work, and giving me morning calls every morning. Along with 6 other people &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp 8 guy, who offered to buy me dinner and tried consoling me when I'm freaking stresed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein, for the pizza hut that filled my stomach, for mapling. For crapping. For stoning. Yadda yadda (oops :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, for making me realize friends are the best company than anything else, for giving me the freedom to do things I have long wanted to do, for making me appreciate the smallest things people do for me, for making me realize that saying words that I really mean really has an effect on things, and for teaching me that love is the best way to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you have picked up this fast, and moved on so quickly. Things have seemed nearly normal now, and I hope that everything is going well for you. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing you moving on with her has made me realize that I should move on too, and learnt to live my new life. Start a new chapter of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time. Thank you guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116411802147313722?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116411802147313722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116411802147313722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116411802147313722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116411802147313722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-to.html' title='Thanks to..'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116385990933481517</id><published>2006-11-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:27:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/239/1600/angela%20and%20ugly%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/239/320/angela%20and%20ugly%20girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/239/1600/the%20ugliest%20girl%20in%20the%20whole%20wide%20world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/239/320/the%20ugliest%20girl%20in%20the%20whole%20wide%20world.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116385990933481517?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116385990933481517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116385990933481517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116385990933481517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116385990933481517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/photography-field-trip.html' title='Photography Field Trip'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116353019049417568</id><published>2006-11-15T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:06:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Me.</title><content type='html'>What a horrible week it has been. sigh. I thought my willpower worked yesterday, but apparently it failed me today. Real badly.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take these few days as a test for me! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore. Feeling the mental block.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I maple everytime to forget someone. Only it's in different worlds. First Bootes, den Cassio, and now Aqui.&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Delphi? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the time, I hang on too tightly, even when everything's being said and done. I still cling onto the past, and refusing to admit the fact that it's no longer there anymore, and it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I still harp on the hope that there's always a chance back. I don't want to give up. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong, and it will do me no good. But it's always easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me how to let go. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116353019049417568?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116353019049417568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116353019049417568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116353019049417568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116353019049417568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/stubborn-me.html' title='Stubborn Me.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116304386826870930</id><published>2006-11-09T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:44:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG CROCS CAN KILL PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>OMG LAH! my friends just told me that the poor girl in the news whose toe got hurt WAS WEARING CROCS! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have decided not to buy a pair of crocs lah! &lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I were to continue sticking with that fat ugly pair of 'crocs', not only would my toe be injured. My entire leg might be amputated. x.X&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. Thank goodness I got out of that nasty shit early enough. &lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my journalism. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116304386826870930?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116304386826870930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116304386826870930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116304386826870930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116304386826870930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-crocs-can-kill-people_09.html' title='OMG CROCS CAN KILL PEOPLE'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116304119011347862</id><published>2006-11-09T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:59:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>I am having a mental block! Dunno how to start the freaking story.&lt;br /&gt;$)*^&amp;*(%^*$&amp;*(&amp;*()^&lt;br /&gt;wah Phua Cee Bai. zzzZzzZZZz. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116304119011347862?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116304119011347862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116304119011347862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116304119011347862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116304119011347862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/argh_09.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116303904394034839</id><published>2006-11-09T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:24:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>I'm in journalism lesson now, and I don't feel like studying. argh.&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling the numb feeling and the reluctance of moving on. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I went to school LOL. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism is boring. I am falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I was feeling the morning blues. Gave him a morning call and woke up him before he was late for his work. Kinda sad. Didnt get to hear his voice. LOL ):&lt;br /&gt;How do i mend the hole that's gone? ): Crap man&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I'm looking into journalism with the word stubble. Reminds me of his stubble ):&lt;br /&gt;Everything will automatically link back to him. Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;How to mend that freaking hole?! &gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116303904394034839?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116303904394034839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116303904394034839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116303904394034839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116303904394034839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116299647953791075</id><published>2006-11-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:46:32.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely Heels</title><content type='html'>Things people say that pick me up&lt;br /&gt;1) Shit happens. It's how you deal with it - Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;2) If he's like that he's revealing his true colours and that explains it all. sucks to the new girl he is going to be with!&lt;br /&gt;3)Someone will definitely cherish u one day (:&lt;br /&gt;4)don't cry for jerks! its not worth it&lt;br /&gt;5) guys and girls, god created so many of us, so that a suitable partner can be found. there might be others who love u more than him, so that it needs time.&lt;br /&gt;6) dun u tink u are selfish? that guy ain't the only one controlling your life. your family, who fed u till u are today? n ure frens. those that are encouraging you?&lt;br /&gt;7)walao eh. dun cry lah. Eat sweet?=D I got ferrero rocher u wan? (he bought chewy for me)&lt;br /&gt;8)ee! a customer made a paper flower for me. SO SWEET LAH &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;9) if you love him you should be happy that he's happy..right?&lt;br /&gt;10) Aiyo..Dun cry lah.. I go find u.. =D&lt;br /&gt;11) ... jerk! So hua xin! Hope the girl just toying with his feelings.. Then will dump him.. =x haha&lt;br /&gt;12) Bt u shld nt neglect ur stomach wen its hungry.. So wat u wanna eat? i go da bao 4 u? hahax&lt;br /&gt;13) Dun let him spoil your life lah.. Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;14) he so short! shorter den u lehz. so nan kan. n so ugly. not pei u. yarkx :X&lt;br /&gt;15) Haha.. Hmm. tell u le lor..I folo u go spite him.. =x&lt;br /&gt;16) how come? relax a bit..Treat him as singing lol..&lt;br /&gt;17)!! That jerk! Some guys are like that.. Lol.. Don't be sad ok? We will come as soon as possible! haha&lt;br /&gt;18) No wonder he want to come work at 3.. LOL &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;19) you feeling better?&lt;br /&gt;20) Lol..Lazy bum.. Don't cry le! &lt;br /&gt;21) Dun tink abt it fer nw. focus on other tingx lor.&lt;br /&gt;22) Err. don? show him u can gt over him as easily as he gt over u! u gt betta days ahead! dun tink abt hiim le.ok?&lt;br /&gt;23) (THIS IS SO VERY TRUE) Lolwhen love is concerned, promises are almost always meant to be broken. Im serious. Seen too much of such stuff le. Cheer up! Find new guys or stay single lo!&lt;br /&gt;24) Wtf? relax. u gt me!frm nw on we shall jux ignore his existence.dun sad le.gt betta days ahead k? *hugx*&lt;br /&gt;25)But you must think whether you're still happy with him! if you patch and its still like that, whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;26)Lol..We are.. We promised you le what... We don't break promises unless really necessary.. Lol! Jiayou and take care.. Sleep more k? Don't want see zombie.&lt;br /&gt;27) So.. Did you go to school? Lol.. Feeling better le? Take care wor!&lt;br /&gt;28) good times don't always last forever.. At least you can still keep the good memories in your heart... Look up and look forward, there'll always be other guys!&lt;br /&gt;29)Time to look forward for other guys.. Lol..Jerks don't deserve to be treated well... =x&lt;br /&gt;30)wtf?dat is fucked up.rply him dis'is dat so?im glad we cleared dat up.lets jux end it here den bye' girl..jux let go.since he wan it dis wae den let it be lor.&lt;br /&gt;31) rmb get ur money back! dun let him be a cuckoo forever. (LOL LAH!)&lt;br /&gt;32) -.- Wth? Why your bf so lame?&lt;br /&gt;33) !!! This guy is a complete jerk! but i think he can't gather the courage to meet you to break with you.. Are you feeling alright? Don't cry over this jerk!!!&lt;br /&gt;34)Lol..its okay de.. =) next time i dun care wor. i'l, send you home =P thanks..good nitex =)&lt;br /&gt;35) i call you ok? I dun like seeing you sad la...&lt;br /&gt;36) Dun cry le la. Not worth your tears. It his loss la&lt;br /&gt;37)Dun be sad k? U're a nice girl..one day sure got someone appreciate u de..=) tt's wad i could say..i'm always here if you need someone..hee&lt;br /&gt;38) call me on ur way back. im worried. ok?&lt;br /&gt;39)Drink some hot water first. Tink your feverish.. Faster go home sleep bah..Tmr dun go work n rest well ok?&lt;br /&gt;40)Lttr aft work go hme rest k.tml nite we will settle dis!muackx.u gt me alw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!BUNK DOIN CLOSING SOON! I HAVEN SEND MSG N CLEAR LABBISH.&lt;br /&gt;ok this shows how so many ppl care for me, and friends are really there for you when you need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw 9 people offered to buy dinner for me. LOL &gt;.&lt; Thanks people! but no appetite ah sorry &gt;.&lt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do closing le! Thanks alot people! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116299647953791075?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116299647953791075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116299647953791075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116299647953791075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116299647953791075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/definitely-heels.html' title='Definitely Heels'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116255365688465530</id><published>2006-11-03T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:34:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i have learnt lately</title><content type='html'>1) Not to count on too much on your boyfriend, especially one that is not there when you need him the most&lt;br /&gt;2) Not check my phone every 10 minutes like I used to, lest get disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Not to count on him too much for everything, be it meals, (I will starve if I wait for him), time spent together and such. Guys are unreliable creatures.&lt;br /&gt;4) Friends are more important than a boyfriend. &lt;strong&gt;Friends are forever, boys are whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Its wrong to neglect your friends, but its okay to neglect a boyfriend. What's the point of being with him when he needs me when he's not there when I need him?&lt;br /&gt;6) Writing to him helps, especially when he's not there to listen to me talk&lt;br /&gt;7)When both parties are tired, it's time not to talk, cause chances are we wil end up quarelling or squabbling. &lt;br /&gt;8)It's best to give both parties some breathing space, but too much breathing space will end up both parties drifting apart. &lt;br /&gt;9) When both parties drift apart, it's hard to get back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to be updated soon. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116255365688465530?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116255365688465530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116255365688465530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116255365688465530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116255365688465530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-have-learnt-lately.html' title='things i have learnt lately'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116166547920228924</id><published>2006-10-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:51:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, out of a spur of anger, I conclude that&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who malign me. &lt;br /&gt;argh &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116166547920228924?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116166547920228924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116166547920228924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116166547920228924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116166547920228924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-out-of-spur-of-anger-i.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116118927275964845</id><published>2006-10-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:11:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocs VS Heels.</title><content type='html'>I was walking past a shop selling crocs, and decided to try on a a pair, despite the 'obiang-ness' of it. When I slipped into a pair, it was so damn comfortable, just like snuggling into your blanket (okay, not so exagerrated, but something like that). That almost made me want to buy a pair, but on second thought, decided not to. (Come on lah, its kind of ex for me &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;My friend commented ' comfortable shoes don't usually look good. Those that look good and are comfortable don't last long at all'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Charles and Keith after that, and was trying on those loafers, while my friend tried on those really high heels. I was asking them 'Wah, not uncomfortable meh, wait twist your ankle then you know ah.' &lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah, pain pain worth it lor. Nice looking, can match my clothes can already. Worth it lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it, and I realized the same rule applies for finding a perfect partner for life. When looking for a perfect ideal prince charming, one usually go for the looks, and the height, and all physical aspects. But, just like a shoe, will the character and intergrity suit you? Will it be your sole support (pardon the pun) when you are in times of need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about someone with average looks? Based on my observation (it may be incorrect), I have noticed that guys who do not look very presentable (my attempt of being political here :X) are actually very 'xi-xin', and dotes on the girl wholeheartedly, being there whenever the girl needs him. However, the reverse applies to guys with the looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just that guys with good looks are often 'bio-ed' at more than often, and they have the confidence to jade the girl as and when they want to, since they have the mentality that they are hot and 'wanted', while an average Joe is often cast away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall stop crapping, just some mindless rambling. Wanted to go further,but realized it would just be some senseless nonsense. Maybe I'm too tired &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, how do you feel? Will you buy a pair of weird-looking crocs (expensive but lasts long though, now regretted abit not buying earlier on &gt;.&lt;) or a pair of very nice looking high heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts people, &lt;br /&gt;Do looks really matter to everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116118927275964845?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116118927275964845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116118927275964845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116118927275964845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116118927275964845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/crocs-vs-heels.html' title='Crocs VS Heels.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116028159044776722</id><published>2006-10-08T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:54:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I am very bored at work...</title><content type='html'>My mouse cursor involuntarily moves to the program 'Adobe Photoshop CS2', double clicks on it, and some *clears throat* editing may be done (:X) [ pardon my noob photoshopping skills &gt;.&lt; ]&lt;br /&gt;This time, MapleStory monsters take the fit, partly cause I'm bored, both at work and of maple &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/DARKSTONEGOLEM.jpg" border="0" alt="normal dark stone golem"&gt;&lt;img alt="a normal dark nependeath" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/NEPENDEATHhoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, looks okay though. Maybe Wizet should create a new monster named "Dark Flower Golem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="dark flower golem :X" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/DARKSTONEGOLEMWITHFLOWERHAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been mush-mom'ing in MapleStory? it's a huge orange mushroom that is cute. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/MUSHMOM.jpg" border="0" alt="typical mushmom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's found in a map called "Someone else's house". it looks so harmless and cute. Don't look like a high level monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about making a more evil looking one? call it a techno mushroom? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/TECHNOMUSHMOM.jpg" border="0" alt="TECHNO MUSHROOM!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, looks more like a high level monster :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Barney in Perion? Or Dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/PURPLEDRAKEHOO.jpg" border="0" alt="BARNEY THE PURPLE DRAKE."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the last. Seen a harmless looking dark axe stump in Perion? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/normalDARKAXESTUMPHOO.jpg" border="0" alt="normal dark axe stump"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at it, and it looked so weird with only one eye. So how about creating one more eye for it? And a smile to make it look happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/maple%20photoshopping/cuteDARKAXESTUMP.jpg" border="0" alt="CUTE DARK AXE STUMP"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, that's stuff I do when I'm bored at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116028159044776722?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116028159044776722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116028159044776722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116028159044776722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116028159044776722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-am-very-bored-at-work.html' title='when I am very bored at work...'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-116027849599838607</id><published>2006-10-08T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:34:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling abit emo today?</title><content type='html'>How's something that makes you feeling more emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always feels weird, its during showering everyday that makes me think about everything. What to do later, what to do tomorrow, what happenned today, and other random stuffs. As usual, while I was bathing and preparing for work today, I thought about the sentence ' when was the last time I..." and came up with a few lines that make me feel that my life is somewhat meaningless &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When was the last time I had a dinner with my family, or went out with my family (or even my mom alone to go shopping), and had a heart to heart talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When was the last time I actually hugged someone, or received a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When was the last time I watched telelvision? (Like actually sit down, relax and enjoy the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When was the last time I sat down and heart to heart talk with someone? (no one in particular &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When was the last time I did some art and craft, or present a handmade gift to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When was the last time I did maths? (oooops :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When was the last time I read a story book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized alot of things changed since the transition from a secondary school student to a tertiary student. And started working while studying. No time for everything, neglected alot of stuffs. Work quality slacked, etc etc etc.Stuffs that people regret along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean its going to stay this way throughout my working life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not. Problem is, I don't know how to stop it &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-116027849599838607?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116027849599838607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=116027849599838607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116027849599838607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/116027849599838607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-abit-emo-today.html' title='feeling abit emo today?'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115971101835504644</id><published>2006-10-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:56:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am..</title><content type='html'>really sick and tired of all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want lah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you deem fit, and be happy with your decision bah. Please don't keep changing your mind and being fickle minded. &lt;br /&gt;I'm washing my hands off this whole matter&lt;br /&gt;Please drop it&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115971101835504644?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115971101835504644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115971101835504644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115971101835504644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115971101835504644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am.html' title='I am..'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115963087467789703</id><published>2006-09-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:41:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee</title><content type='html'>I am speechless, and I don't know what to say initially. &lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on in my head, but I can't seem to get it through,&lt;br /&gt;I realized something so fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make everyone happy. &lt;br /&gt;If i chose this, the other party would suffer; while if I did something else, the other party would kp.&lt;br /&gt;There's no pleasing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;To Moon: If you want to hate me to forget, far by means please do so, if that's what you wanted all along. Please stop pretending that you understand me, and bitch about me in the back on your blog. If you find it immature, try being in my shoes for once. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this dilemna and trapped in between both of you.&lt;br /&gt;If I made a decision involving the benefit of one, the other one would be angry with me, while if I tried appeasing the other, the former would be angry with me. The vicious cycle continues and there's no end to this.&lt;br /&gt;Can both of you give me some breathing space please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. &lt;br /&gt;Because of you, Moony, I didn't choose him.&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten your wish, eh? Happy? Elated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks trying to please everyone. Oh God, why me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115963087467789703?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115963087467789703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115963087467789703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115963087467789703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115963087467789703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/wheee.html' title='wheee'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115957296262863105</id><published>2006-09-30T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:36:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god.&lt;br /&gt;i hate making such decisions.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even agree to him in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;now im bearing the consequences of a decision I am not even conscious of making.&lt;br /&gt; :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115957296262863105?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115957296262863105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115957296262863105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115957296262863105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115957296262863105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115956403661934077</id><published>2006-09-30T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T05:32:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite Fossil watch's batt has died, after 2 long years.&lt;br /&gt;Now another financial burden of getting another battery for that watch (where do you get replacements for Fossil watch batteries anyway? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it would be cheap. Another burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee. Can't things get any better than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115956403661934077?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115956403661934077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115956403661934077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115956403661934077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115956403661934077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115956348208274146</id><published>2006-09-30T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T05:31:12.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love (and) life is in such a whirlwind</title><content type='html'>i feel like typing so much, pity my fucking keyboard can't let me. nevertheless I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There are 2 guys who currently are chasing me. Not that it mattered, or whether I sounded bhb or what. I made a decision yesterday night, and it was to be with Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;It was all honeymoon-like and all that, but after that, I'm beginning to have second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't seem to be all that nice. He's not solving my problems entirely, instead causing me more problems. I was fooled.&lt;br /&gt;He lied to me. He made it sound like he was being heroic and all that. I worried about him not getting his pay, thus living on mere $20 bucks for the next 2 weeks. I transferred some money over to his account, hoping through that he would make it without loaning money. However, its not until the very last minute that he finally admitted that he has actual surplus of cash in his account. So I was being fooled. Again.&lt;br /&gt;He can't do many things in virtual life (aka MapleStory that fucking game) that initially made me fall for him in the beginning. No more 'ah ma' as a boyfriend. Can't even party, can't even do anything. Its as good as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Yew, on the other hand, I didn't give him a second chance. Alvin came into my life first, so I thought priority should be given to him, (as what Alvin claims), but I realized, 'hey that's not fair, I hardly know Meng Yew, so why be so harsh and give him a straight "No"? Why should I listen directly to Alvin and his gibberish (after what happpened today) and let him persuade me into becoming his gf?"&lt;br /&gt;Angela also said that Meng Yew was a more suitable choice. Alvin's physique's like 'CMI', as compared to Meng Yew. He's more xi xin too, although I can vomit blood when I talk to him, no matter how patient I try. He's also very preservering and sentimental, one thing I treasure most when being with someone. Whenever Alvin upsets me, the first person I go to is him, cause he always tries his best to console me, unlike Alvin [he doesn't even care, at all. :"(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on anymore. My beam balance is spoilt, and I don't know who weighs more in my heart. Half of my friends are going for Meng Yew ; another half is going for Alvin. My heart is so fucking confused. I don't even know the rationale for my past actions. Now I'm beginning to regret what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I still have occasional pangs of heartache for that fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain single, yet with so much pressure, I can barely cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) $$ Matters.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, I know, being a teenager these are just some financial management, and with a little help from my parents everything would be fine. But hell no, that's not the case for me.&lt;br /&gt;With a meagre lump sum of $900 for slogging my guts out during the past month, I'm supposed to pay a&lt;strong&gt; few&lt;/strong&gt; stuffs. Lemme name them.&lt;br /&gt;Utilities for my household (why I am supposed to pay it is still a mystery)- $120 odd&lt;br /&gt;Handphone bills- let's say, around $50?&lt;br /&gt;Internet services- $59&lt;br /&gt;Daily expenses:&lt;br /&gt;Food- $10 everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Travelling -$30 for MRT&lt;br /&gt;           -$52 for bus concession.&lt;br /&gt;School fees: $1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna buy some new stuffs, like a new MP3 I've been eyeing for months, and some new clothes. I'm sick of wearing the same things for months. I haven't decently shopped for months, so can't I just pamper myself for once? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's like I am a money tree or something. Can I plant some coins into a pot, and hopefully it can sprout a few $100 dollar notes? Just a few to pay my bills would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm so envious of other people. They have their parents to bring them overseas to exotic countries like Holland, Bangkok, Australia, Hong Kong, and tons of other places I have never been before in my current life. Not only they don't have to work, they can shop over there. My life's completely the opposite. I have parents who travel overseas to shop, and they leave me here in the sunny island of Singapore. Not only they leave me here while they can enjoy themselves, I'm supposed to do the housework all by myself (as usual, there were empty promises made by some people who offered to help me, but in the end didn't)&lt;br /&gt;So I swept the floor, wiped the floor, did the laundry, ironed the clothes, wiped the tables, cleared my brother and father's messes. Made their beds, cleaned the toilets. (Guys, for God sake can you people just aim properly), fed my hamster, changed the bedding, cleared the rubbish and cleaned the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;All in day, after my work, which was another issue that I do not want to dwell on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic how parents of my friends slog their guts out just to ek a living, and also to give their very best to my friends (aka their children),&lt;br /&gt;while mine is the complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very Exciting, ain't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Therefore, with the following reasons mentioned above, I shall conclude that my life kinda sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115956348208274146?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115956348208274146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115956348208274146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115956348208274146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115956348208274146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-love-and-life-is-in-such-whirlwind.html' title='my love (and) life is in such a whirlwind'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115867397640826994</id><published>2006-09-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:52:56.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my september weeks.</title><content type='html'>Hoo. so many things happened over the past September days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My exam results.&lt;br /&gt; They weren't exactly the best in the whole wide world, but at least I passed. With 2Bs and 3Cs ( I actually thought I will fail a subject that I totally had no knowledge about, but thank God i didn't )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work,&lt;br /&gt; The 2nd week of September was the freaking school holidays, and I hadn't got a life during that week cause it was so busy, but after that the promotion ended, and it was boring. Now Pcbunk is totally empty. Kinda sucks, that all the regular customers have left and knowing that they weren't coming back anymore. Felt quite lonely. Abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sianzation.&lt;br /&gt; I always wanted to hang out with my old friends, and get together. Just to chill or talk cock, or just relax. I've been so tensed up during work lately. Life is simply a mundane cycle. I wanna watch movies! Cycle! Ice Skate! Mahjong! Just anything to make my holidays seem like a holiday. Anyone interested? Jio me please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;2 of my friends broke up with their boyfriends, tears shed and all that. &lt;br /&gt;I accompanied them for the painful begining days, and realized that guys are such a source of heartache. However, both of them found someone new within a week or two. I still can't find someone new after a month. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Confusion? (whatever that means)&lt;br /&gt;2 guys came into my life. Felt abrupt, cause I still felt the lingering shadow of him. Wasn't able to accept them, and worst thing is, they are jealous over one another. Kinda retarded. Why can't guys have the confidence in themselves? Why can't they just trust me and themselves? If they had a dash more of maturity, maybe things wil work out. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just stuck in a dilemna. Both are equally nice, one's sensitive, one's attentive, and I just can't choose either one. &lt;br /&gt;Both's pressurizing me to be with them, while I don't want to. I just want to be alone, single and free.  &lt;br /&gt;I came to a conclusion while with my just-broke-up friends that guys are nothing but trouble, and I myself had a similar experience. I just don't want to be with a guy yet. I don't want to be tied down, chained to heartaches. I rather skip the cloud-nine feeling and just be single. I don't want to be with you, or him, or anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Can't both of you understand that? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I came up with a theory of guys. They are nice to you, all for an ulterior motive. Sure, they can be gentlemanly and all that, but when they are exceptionally nice to you, you've got to be wary about it. That's something I have observed.&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong? Please prove me so with evidence. I want to make myself think that I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am stoning, and I've realized people who play MapleStory are stupid. Not exactly that they are stupid, that's why they play, but after they play MapleStory, they become stupider. Take all those customers who come into PCBunk. They are also illiterate too. They don't even read the signs about the prices, and the directional signs to toilets. I feel like recording a sentence directing them to the toilet, and the rates, because I realized I have repeated it for like 1000 times ever since starting work here. Maybe I should start a FAQ here.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry to digress (a side effect after Mapling after a mere 30 mins), oh yea, I've seen people failing their exams because of Maple, and not caring about and neglecting their real life stuff such as studies, love life,work, friends and hobbies. I've seen people quarrel because of Maple, people losing friends because of Maple. People not eating, not bathing, most importantly, not sleeping cause of Maple. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that Maple causes all these negative effects. I have to admit, it's the player's responsibility and maturity, and self control to know when's the limit, but sometimes, Maplers are all kids (sorry to say that), and they have to yet to know what is ultimately right. So it's abit unfair to make them fail their exams, and make a big fuss of it in the Asiasoft Customer Service, and trouble poor Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am rambling, time to stop before you guys get bored. At least this entry ain't sad. OK! (see I got listen to you guys ok :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all! Warning out there, please don't play MapleStory. It severely kills your brain cells. Don't believe? Come over to PCBunk. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115867397640826994?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115867397640826994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115867397640826994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115867397640826994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115867397640826994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-september-weeks.html' title='my september weeks.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115860866421391067</id><published>2006-09-19T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:44:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bloody confused! &lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;asdfghjklqwertyuiopzxcvbnm&lt;br /&gt;ok time to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115860866421391067?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115860866421391067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115860866421391067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115860866421391067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115860866421391067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-bloody-confused-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115687406601922665</id><published>2006-08-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:54:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly miss him very much.&lt;br /&gt;very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115687406601922665?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115687406601922665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115687406601922665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115687406601922665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115687406601922665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-suddenly-miss-him-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115687280841064963</id><published>2006-08-30T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:33:28.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's med soc exam in 13 hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;and i have barely started revising for it&lt;br /&gt;there is this guy, he reminds me too much of an idiot named J.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them think too much, spin up too much things that confuses me, have more mood swings that a girl and its just haunting my past.&lt;br /&gt;terribly.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even maple.&lt;br /&gt;why do people think so much and get so political.&lt;br /&gt;why can't they just think simple and accept things the very way they are?&lt;br /&gt;forget it, im just being the naive childish girl as i always am.&lt;br /&gt;shall get back to my mugging. i'm gonna buang my paper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;i actually blog when i am feeling sad, which is quite often.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i blog when i am happy?&lt;br /&gt;:"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115687280841064963?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115687280841064963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115687280841064963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115687280841064963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115687280841064963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-med-soc-exam-in-13-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115566003290942677</id><published>2006-08-16T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:40:32.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooo.&lt;br /&gt;i just got a blow of backstabbings.&lt;br /&gt;just what i needed the most after &lt;strong&gt;being dumped&lt;/strong&gt;, stressed out for tmr's skills test, and all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to please everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. and i still thought i could count on friends to help me.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, like what shuang ying says, open my eyes wider and take a look at this world. no one's as naive as me, and no one forgets things. &lt;br /&gt;people bear grudges and carry it on with them.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. can't write anything much. lest people see them&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/29512244-115566003290942677?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115566003290942677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115566003290942677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115566003290942677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115566003290942677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/woooo.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115562394756973756</id><published>2006-08-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:47:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>Here I am in journalism tutorial, and I am reflecting on my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being irresponsible guys, for pangseh-ing and being a brat. You know what, I realized that I have severely neglected my friends when I was with him. I strayed away from you guys and my world revolved around him. It was a mistake I never corrected and it got deeper and deeper. Now it’s suddenly removed from me, I truly realize my mistake, but its too late.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my past 2 months. It was a total whirlwind that displayed the childish side, the downright immature side of me handling things. I pangseh-ed my friends, ignored everything, thought he was “my everything:, when in real life the truth is far from it. Everything I did was in a brat-like way, and I still can’t believe I was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Now everything’s taken away, I’m left with nothing much. It’s time to build up everything I have lost. Build up everything that has crumbled. Live life from where I’ve left. Refrain from making mistakes I erred.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it’s time to keep telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;It’s over.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can do about it, except to live on with life, and shower all my care to my friends and family. If i can't show concern to him, i shall put it to greater use ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all I have now to save me and help me i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW thanks to Angela Fari Bevan Alvin Carol Dawnie Bob Kenneth and everyone else who helped pick me up again. I need ur help. thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115562394756973756?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115562394756973756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115562394756973756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115562394756973756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115562394756973756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115547829930308104</id><published>2006-08-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:11:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is going to be a start of a very lonely and long life for me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;now i dare not use the word rich, almonds, and any words associated with forehead brings pangs of heartache to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;even when i work at PCBunk, i don't even dare pack the Pepero Al**** chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand working here. so many couples, even when i go up the escalator i see couples hugging and kissing like no one's business. only when i clear my throat then people realize my existence. it's very heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a very lonely time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115547829930308104?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115547829930308104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115547829930308104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115547829930308104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115547829930308104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-going-to-be-start-of-very.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115452221370492270</id><published>2006-08-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:36:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>after asking people in my msn about a question (as simple as asking'do you know what's the name of the machine that rolls out the film in a cinema?) i truly realize who friends are.&lt;br /&gt;they don't ignore you. even if they don't know what's the answer, at least they bother to reply and say that they will try.&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i sound very negative and always yelling at people in group projects, (well not often, but i am often irritated at people who do NOT do their assigned duties). well. i guess i must learn to understand that not everyone is capable of accomplishing duties, shuden be so angry over that anymore. furthermore everyone makes mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. just don't understand why people refuse to do their group projects duties and leave the dirty job to others. even if they DO do their duties, they make such a mess out of it that it's equivalent to not doing it :(&lt;br /&gt;nvm, at least i learnt that we must learn to compromise in group projects. i make awful mistakes too. can't complain about others if i am awful as well. haha&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for group projects to end. it's not that i don't like project work, but i feel useless in a group :(&lt;br /&gt;okay end of rambling. shall get back to planning of the speech of med soc presentation, and photoshopping (:&lt;br /&gt;take care all ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115452221370492270?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115452221370492270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115452221370492270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115452221370492270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115452221370492270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115399783515541049</id><published>2006-07-27T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:57:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel so envious of other people.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, working for my pocket money, cause my family is unable to support me, so I have to work. Not that i mind, cause im blessed to have a slacker job =X but it wrenches my heart to see that the other staff has a boyfriend who waits for her to end work everyday, and gives her everything she wants, and she even showed me a mini gachapon that i wanted since last year. And she has such a blissful life.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, still living a lie, in false hope that he will come back to me, although in reality I know that's impossible. I'm still acting happy right in front of him, and trying to maintain a happy smile, when deep down inside my heart is bleeding like a paper trying to be enlarged. (OKAY LAME! but i was reading through GDF notes so i thought of bleed. BUT WHATEVER =x)&lt;br /&gt;I have to toggle between work and projects, and trying to squeeze time to spend with him, and yet I seem that I have no time for anything. :(&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's telling me self deceit is not good, but I can't help but lie to myself, hoping that he can live the lie with me. I know its stupid, but isn't that better than to face the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of facing the truth, cause it hurts. tried so, but ended up being kee siao. HAHA =/&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am the real humji bolan one. :(&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115399783515541049?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115399783515541049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115399783515541049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115399783515541049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115399783515541049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-feel-so-envious-of-other.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115375951428630646</id><published>2006-07-25T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:45:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>my most beautiful chapter of life has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;anyway since no one comes into this blog anyway, shall just blog everything i am feeling here then. no point creating another blog and hiding away everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, richmond, for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of the most beautiful chapter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115375951428630646?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115375951428630646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115375951428630646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115375951428630646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115375951428630646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/07/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115323445012851890</id><published>2006-07-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:54:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freak sia. oops sorry for not having a tag board. shall get one some day. i repeat. SOME DAY. im so sorry cause blame me for being lazy, but i don't think i have the time. hee hee&lt;br /&gt;anyway can YOU BELIEVE IT. I ENDED SCHOOL AT SUCH A LATE TIME AND I STILL HAVE TO WORK. tmr's school at 9am and im gonna be dead beat. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got a B+ for journalism! after all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys for not viewing your blogs. I WILL VISIT THEM AND SPAM AT THEM SOON. SOON OKAE. i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its closing time, gtg. cya all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115323445012851890?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115323445012851890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115323445012851890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115323445012851890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115323445012851890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/07/freak-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115254495093446492</id><published>2006-07-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:22:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Baby just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And dream,tomorrow's on it's way&lt;br /&gt;So just walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby just walk away&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So baby just say goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115254495093446492?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115254495093446492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115254495093446492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115254495093446492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115254495093446492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115248637992769259</id><published>2006-07-10T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:06:19.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITALY WON. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;anyway its 7am now, and i just finished my first journal of marketing.&lt;br /&gt;zomfg. may God Allah Buddha Guanyinma and Lord Krishna cast its power on me.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115248637992769259?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115248637992769259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115248637992769259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115248637992769259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115248637992769259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-won.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115150288786559883</id><published>2006-06-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:54:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life sucked man! i just received the grades for my term tests, and things are so sucky. I got a B for marketing journal, D for journalism, and C for media and society. so much for studying hard, and i failed. fuckanathan sia.&lt;br /&gt;hai. anyway im working now. going to be 10pm already. hope i can survive the last hour lol. take care all. to those who got worse results than me, CHEER UP. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. there's always me who got worser results than you. &lt;br /&gt;im addicted to 'Say Goodnight' by The Click Five. it's such an emo song. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im getting to the rambling mode again. TIME TO STOP. cya all somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115150288786559883?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115150288786559883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115150288786559883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115150288786559883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115150288786559883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life-sucked-man-i-just-received.html' title=''/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-115037170107793211</id><published>2006-06-15T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:41:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my expedition</title><content type='html'>it rocked, but if i were to explain everything in ful detail here, i think i would require the whole day, cause its a whole load of  stuff.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, im scared of roots, i hate muddy slopes,but&lt;br /&gt;i love my team members( GROUP 4 OI!) i love the trip. i love my camp facilitators, i loved the scenery, i loved the relaxing time, i loved bathing in a stream, i love drinking stream water (green tea la hor :X)i love people there. i love the cave. i love the summit (the feeling of being above the clouds!) i loved climbing up. i love the name 'banana' and 'fully an mo yi', and 'B1' lol.&lt;br /&gt;i love the trip. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-115037170107793211?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115037170107793211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=115037170107793211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115037170107793211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/115037170107793211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-expedition.html' title='my expedition'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29512244.post-114993987506195322</id><published>2006-06-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:44:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i heard that there are many complains (not that many go to my blog that is), that there are stupid spam mails and some ActiveX sickening popups. so i decided to give up that blog, and create a new one. thus the creation of this. there's no tagboard for this, so guys, please post your comments via the comment side. sorry abt the inconvenience caused. thanks alot (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway life kinda sucked lately. I got pathetic grades for my tests, i sucked. Life is so freakin busy that I can't seem to juggle between all of it. that sucked. I can't seem to do anything right. I'm so tired. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway im going on an expedition to mount ophir this weekend. from sunday to wednesday. it's gonna be so freakin stupidly busy. sucks man ): anyway time to work.hagha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29512244-114993987506195322?l=icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114993987506195322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29512244&amp;postID=114993987506195322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/114993987506195322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29512244/posts/default/114993987506195322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icycoaldotblogspot.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>icycoal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587225037900427934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/icycoal/icycoal14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
