<?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-24989100</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:28:27.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts Speak , Minds Wonder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-116550943358023608</id><published>2006-12-07T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:37:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum woke me up at freaking 7am in the morning asking me to go jogging with her. BAHH! Must be the fault of those stupid cellulites  !!! She's been quite into her jogging routine since she found out that she gained weight and she's been determined to shed off those stubborn cellulites. In fact, my mom is still far from being overweight, its just that those damn cellulites found a place in her body again.  MY going to be doctor cousin told us that running actually burns of those stubborn cellulites! That's when i think she set the entire female population in the family on an exercise frenzy. Skinny, Fat or Petite, we all females avoid cellulites like plague. Considering the fact that i only fell asleep four hours ago, it was quite amazing that i woke up willingly to go jogging with her. Ahhh... the power of love.... suits the christmasy mood isn't it? =) I kinda needed the jog badly also, one to keep in shape, two - wake myself up fully. three - to clear my thoughts and i dont exactly hate jogging also. Mum told me its better to jog in the morning instead of evening time because that is when the trees in punggol park photosynthesis and oxygen is given out --&gt;  air fresher / we dont need to compete with oxygen. That's her theory... not mine... she probably heard it from the radio station or something. But it makes sense. Sadly, i only ran 1.6km today(tat's like for primary school kids)... gonna start on increasing my distance pretty soon. Come think of it, i thought of something someone had said while watching a guy breakdancing.  " I think your knees will break if you tried that..." and she laughed. I know she's just kidding and  dosent mean any harm, but i just didn't understand why she had to make a joke out of someone's disability. It's not like i asked to be born with it. People's knee break very funny meh? Shit You. And i actually laughed with her. What the hell was i thinking. I wasnt even affect by it till now it just suddenly slipped into my mind. Nevermind, i shall be an angel today and go to sleep without any unhappy thoughts in my head. Will shoot her head off  if she tries this kind of joke again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-116550943358023608?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/116550943358023608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=116550943358023608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116550943358023608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116550943358023608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/12/mum-woke-me-up-at-freaking-7am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-116515968293153661</id><published>2006-12-03T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:28:02.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-116515968293153661?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/116515968293153661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=116515968293153661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116515968293153661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116515968293153661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-116515966236779950</id><published>2006-12-03T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:27:42.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stumbled upon this song by Bon Jovi when i was in the mood for some Bon Jovi.  Just thought i'd share this beautiful lyrics with you guys. =)  Can relate to this song in one way or another. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To Wherever You Are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By BON JOVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe we're all different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we're still the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all got the blood of Eden running to our veins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; know sometimes it's hard for you to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're caught between just who you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And who you want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel alone and lost and need a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember every new beginning is some beginning's end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That right here right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to wherever you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everybody's in and you're left out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you feel drowning in a shadow of the dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's a miracle in their own way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just listen to yourself not what other people say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it seems you're lost alone and feeling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember everybody's different, just take a look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That right here right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be who you want to be, be who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's a hero, everyone's a star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you want to give up and your heart's about to break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that you're perfect, God's make no mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That right here right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is your life, you made it this far(I say welcome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Welcome to wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is your life, you made it this far (welcome) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-116515966236779950?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/116515966236779950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=116515966236779950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116515966236779950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116515966236779950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/12/stumbled-upon-this-song-by-bon-jovi.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-116514795992182712</id><published>2006-12-03T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:18:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how some people makes a big difference in your life? Hah! I just realised my brother is one such person. Came home on wednesday with a "Boy ah!!! where are you!!!" ( i was about to ask him to iron my clothes.. yes i know im a da xiao jie haha) Then i got to know from my mom that he went to stay over my cousin's home for a few nights for a full "maple" package for a few days. I still don't understand what's so interesting 'bout that damned mushroom game. Don't get me wrong, i love edible mushrooms alot. =). Realised how quiet and lifeless the house could be w/o him around. Perhaps im used to his constant pestering at least 3 times per hour when we are breathing the same air. Hah! Anyway, he just came back a few minutes ago. Ah... now I feel normal again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-116514795992182712?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/116514795992182712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=116514795992182712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116514795992182712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116514795992182712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-how-some-people-makes-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-116481705960595646</id><published>2006-11-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:17:39.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah... not really in the best of moods right now. Just recieved my first semester results. Extremely extremely upset by it. If i were to rate how lousy i feel about myself right now&lt;br /&gt;it would be 25/100.... yeah the same result mr moore gave me for my java assignment and i spent nights on it. Did i underachieve? Did i not spend enough time staying up late? Did i not put in enough effort in it? Did i not know where i was going? Did everyone who had a pass put in more effort than me? They're probably smarter than me. Sigh. I dont know what to feel right now. My brain is empty, my heart is hurting, my tears are rolling, my hands are typing. I asked for a second chance and i was damn lucky to be blessed with it again... my dua bei gong(some chinese god)  gave it to me and what the hell did i do? I ruined it. I dissapointed my mum, my dad, my dua bei gong, and most of all, i dissapointed myself the most i think.Sigh. Whatever. Tomorrow the sun will still rise. Still have to get on with it pass or fail, tears rolling or not rolling, heart breaking or not breaking. I think i'll just go get a goood sleep and wake up tomorrow. It'll probably do me some good. Alot of self reflection to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-116481705960595646?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/116481705960595646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=116481705960595646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116481705960595646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/116481705960595646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/11/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-115902610783084617</id><published>2006-09-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:41:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, the song 'Chasing Birds' By Snow Petrol  keeps running through my head. My song of the moment. I'm pretty amused by the song title. Why Chasing Birds? Oops. I just unknowningly made a HUGE mistake. LOL... HAHA. It's chasing cars!!! Not CHASING BIRDS. LOL. No wonder my friend couldnt find that song for me. I must be missing the stupid bird that died in my house haha. BLUR ME. Anyway, the band EIC played this song at heerens just now. Recieved quite a number of applause. That was the only song i liked out of the many acoustic songs they played. The vocals wasnt as strong. Infact, last week, i was back at the same place and we heard a better band playing. J and i were around cineileisure when j suddenly said she wanted to cross the road (0ver to heeren) cos she heard some band performing. it was a point of no return after we heard them play their first song. J forgot  about getting her sandwich from subway, and i forgot about my drink. the band was playing so beautifully. Guy in beanie playing guitar was cute, the other guy also not bad, his vocals were pretty strong, guy in beanie is very cute cos he can play and sing well.  and we just stood there outside heeren for two hours listening to the band. It was worth it i tell ya. Maybe its cos they were all playing songs that j and i could associate to. For  eg. WONDERWALL BY OASIS, LOVE ME BY COLIN RAYE, COLLIDE BY HOWIE DAY, DONT LOOK BACK IN ANGER BY OASIS, WONDERFUL TONIGHT BY ERIC CLAPTON, etc etc. It was 'WOW'! We were amongst the first people to join the audience but as the time goes by, we realised that more and more female audience were joining the crowd cos they were mesmerised by the good looks and voice of the guitarist. (like me). After the whole thing, i told j it was one of those nights where i was feeling real good and i can just sit down all at once and get my assignments done....the after effects of the band's performance - 'Wow'. Five stars for them!!! AND i went back there today, hoping so hard to catch the bands performance again... but sigh...it was a different band. I know i''ve mentioned that the guitarist was cute and can sing at least 3 times in different manners and sequences over the past 50 sentances, But i just cant help gushing over him. I cant help it when he's got such a nice voice. =)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-115902610783084617?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/115902610783084617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=115902610783084617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115902610783084617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115902610783084617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-some-reason-song-chasing-birds-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-115825326376542318</id><published>2006-09-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:01:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there! Time for a change of the blog skin. As much as i adore my previous blogskin, its time to move on... and here i present you michelle branch!!! yeah! I adore her guitar skills so much. Have yet to get the wreckers' album yet though im pretty much a fan of jess n mich. Hint hint. to those who have access to my blog haha. im turning 20 on da 25th of this month.. guess i cant spend it well again this year... cos im working!!! on the brighter side, but this year sure confirm 100 % wont kena sabotage de. haha. no more of dragging me into sea water, no more water parades and wet toilet paper trashing in the toilet. haha. thank god.  seee... im trying not to complain or whine here... which is a good thing. Someone kinda made me realise it a couple of weeks back. Thanks man, i didn't know whining could irritate some1 so much. it's actually okay to whine, but its frustrating with a capital 'F' when theres something you can do about it and all you do is to just sit there and whine. Wait...this isn't considered bitching rite? Watever. Im a biatchhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;'Tine from the next cart was walking around as usual(instead of being at her cart...lol) when i asked her about how my display was today. She just looked at me and said " I think being messy is one of the mst outstanding things about you." I was like 'huh' messy? and i looked at my display of all the bags etc. to me, it wasnt messy at all. But what she said really left me thinking. Maybe thats something special about me.. I'm untidy! haha. I think it comes around it a circle. I'll be untidy, then i'll clear up and then i'll end up being untidy again. Lol. If it isn't untidy, then it isnt me. I guessed i've moved on from the very untidy type to the type who actually makes an effort to organise her things, which is quite a big step for me already. I'm still improving. But it would be almost a 0% to achieve the level of a neat freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-115825326376542318?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/115825326376542318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=115825326376542318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115825326376542318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115825326376542318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-there-time-for-change-of-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-115756330299001207</id><published>2006-09-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:21:43.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings! =) Im feeling recharged today after dedicating most of my time to my assignments. Got honked by an irritated driver on the way to school yesterday cos i was still taking my own sweet time on the road and i didnt notice the blinking man had already turned red. Guess the honk woke me up from my daze. I was in a daze the whole day yesterday and my friend had to repeat what she said at least 2 times. Guess im really tired from all the midnight burning, yesterday was the last lap for me. And seriously, i look like crap now with all the stress-related acnes and god damn eye bags. So Frankeinsteinish. And after feeling so horrible and crappy for the entire day, i cant believe i actually chose to sit beside 1 stinking man in the train. Im pretty sure it was the sweat, or body odour, im not sure which.Eeeeewwwww. But i was too tired to actually move and there were not many seats around also. To sum it up, had an unpleasant journey home yesterday. Since i was free the whole of today, i decided to clean up my entire room. Guess my mom is the happiest person around cos she prefers to have the whole house spotless. Put a few random things here and there and she'll complain about untidyness. After 20 years, i've finally adopted quite abit of her lifestyle. I do clean up my room quite abit when i get into the cleaning mood and im not that messy anymore hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was just checking my email just now when some ad about monash university caught my attendtion. It shows a picture that shows this exact message "Im going to monash, are you coming?" Though it was just a simple message and ad, i suppose it left quite an impression.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of ad's that made an impression :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spunky's (my best friend) ad for some buscuit. It started off with ants eyeing on the leftover buscuit crumbs on the table. They were brainstorming  on how to move all the buscuit crumbs until one smart alec suddenly had an idea, so all the ants formed a human chain. When a group of ants were passing buscuit crumbs through the air, it fell and broke. Thats the part that advertises the crispiness of the buscuit. Coming from a design talent in the marketing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This Ad shown in almost every movie theatre ive been. Its the one abt the little indian gurl who wanted to get birds for her brother who's going away on a trip to wish me good luck but didn't have enough money. Then some guy in white, I forgot his name, paid for dozens of birds using his credit card, i think it has a catchy phrase  - " All it  takes' that comes with it.   HeartWarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Singtel's ad. This happened a few years back where they had this kid having a conference call with her dad who's overseas. She kinda called him 'daddy' over the phone, and then it shows on the dad's face how happy he was. We were all watching this on tv one day when my lil cousin who still couldnt talk by then started saying 'Daddy ah..daddy" . and it became her very first words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios. Im off to watch my dvd now hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-115756330299001207?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/115756330299001207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=115756330299001207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115756330299001207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115756330299001207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-im-feeling-recharged-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-115592222280986721</id><published>2006-08-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:30:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 qns Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start Time: 12 36&lt;br /&gt;2. Name: shee&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: shee / hwa2(yuck) / muff / aloe vera / vera / apewah / wahwah /&lt;br /&gt;4. If u were a skittle what color would you be:  the red one, and the yellow ones, the green ones cos they're my favourites&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese Zodiac: * roar *&lt;br /&gt;6. horoscrope: hate to admit it, but im a libra (tat explains my undecisiveness)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hair color: Brown with highlights&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye color: can tell tat its brown only under certain light. under normal lights, between brown n black&lt;br /&gt;9. Height: 160 ..&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Color: White, black, baby pink, maroon&lt;br /&gt;11. glasses? yeah. only wear at home&lt;br /&gt;12. Braces? Yup! Counting down to the days to october. My poor teeth dying to be freed.&lt;br /&gt;13. Piercing/tattoos? believe it or not i used to have 3 piercings on the right ear, 2 on the left&lt;br /&gt;14. Alcohol?  Yeah, only when my dad drinks, before he attempts to finish up the whole bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******HAVE YOU EVER******&lt;br /&gt;17. Cut your own hair? Of course. when i was 5. look kinda cute haha&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you do something in the past month that you regret??  Hmm...cant rmb wat i did last month. but who dosent have regrets?&lt;br /&gt;19. Get Drunk? Close. My face n neck was super red and i was a lil tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Kissed someone who isn't ur g/f or b/f? maybe my mom or dad, but i probably did it when i was much younger(tatsbecos they asked me to). not really a person who likes kissing stuff.. yuck&lt;br /&gt;21. Skipped school? For a very good reason during my last sem in poly.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bungee jumped? Hmmm, that G-JUMP @ clarke quay considered or not? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;23. Had sex outside? NOPE&lt;br /&gt;24. Dumped someone? Hmm... i dun think its considered dumping, cos there wasnt even a us yet. NEXT...&lt;br /&gt;25. Been arresteD? nope&lt;br /&gt;26. TP'd someone's house? TP'd is wat?&lt;br /&gt;27. Won something? Yeah haha. Tickets to the WESTLIFE showcase&lt;br /&gt;28. Do Drugs? Never in my life&lt;br /&gt;29. Been Broke Financially? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;30. Been Rejected: Yup, thousands of times.&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a funeral? Believe it or not, only once&lt;br /&gt;32. Used a lighter? Yeah, but not for smoking purposes&lt;br /&gt;33. Been on stage? Yup...most awful experience was when some brit teacher made me wear all orange. bah.. fashion disaster&lt;br /&gt;*****FAVORITE*****&lt;br /&gt;34. Season: Winter. Cos i love christmas the most.&lt;br /&gt;35. Food: Whatever my mom cooks, Gramps Teochew Soon Kuey , Whampoa Hokkien Fried Noodles, Whampoa Fried Oyster, Whampoa Carrot Cake, Ya Kun Kaya Toast , green tea bun from isetan near borders.&lt;br /&gt;36. Ice cream flavor: I prefer fruity ones like peach, strawberry.. etc. Oh and nothing beats Hagen Daz Strawberry ..they're heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;37. School subject(s): English, Chinese , Maths , Com Skills, Programming&lt;br /&gt;38. Person(s)? My close frens,best friend and family.&lt;br /&gt;39. Bag?  The one that spunky bought for me in France. HEHE. It's special.&lt;br /&gt;40. Drink(s): Green Tea Frappa From StarBucks&lt;br /&gt;41. Book(s): Books by Tony Parsons, Californian Something (i forgot) by Belinda Jones , In her Shoes By Jennifer Weiner&lt;br /&gt;42. Movie(s): Adam Sandler's movies n Movies by Steven Speilberg ( not sure wats the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;43. Song? Changes from time to time. Right now, its I think i love you by BYUL&lt;br /&gt;44. GARDEN? GARDEN??? GARDEN???  Maybe Madison Garden in LA la.. tats the only garden i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;45. State? No idea. Havent been outside of ASIA. Singapore Maybe&lt;br /&gt;46. Place? Home and clarke quay or esplanade area when its not heavily littered by incosiderate litterbugs and not heavily populated with ppl watching fireworks. Borders&lt;br /&gt;47. Sport to watch? Only sport i watch is soccer occasionally la.&lt;br /&gt;48. Place to study? In my bed room / Library alone w/o ppl disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;49. Bands/musicians? Michelle Branch, Wreckers,Jay,Lee Hom,Usher,BIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;50. Letter(s): C C C!!!&lt;br /&gt;51. Restaurant(s) : Pastamania, Long Johns, Pepper Lunch, Yoshi&lt;br /&gt;52. Cartoon Character(s) : dun like cartoons haha.&lt;br /&gt;53. TV Station(s): dunno hahaz. i seldom watch tv&lt;br /&gt;54. Name for a son : if i ever have 1, it'll definitely be something tat'll make him smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Name for a daughter: same as above&lt;br /&gt;******DO YOU PREFER******&lt;br /&gt;56. Chocolate or Vanilla?: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;57. ice cream or chocolate? ice cream&lt;br /&gt;58. Long relationships or one night stands ? Long la&lt;br /&gt;59. Dogs or cats? dogs&lt;br /&gt;60. Scary movies or comedies ? comedies&lt;br /&gt;61. Short hair or long? short la&lt;br /&gt;62. Croutons or bacon bits? CROUTONS?? wats tat?&lt;br /&gt;63. Kissing or hugging? i dun like kissing!! definitely hugging haha&lt;br /&gt;****FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND****&lt;br /&gt;64. Mexicans: cowboys??&lt;br /&gt;65. School: my school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;66. Grass: Moo&lt;br /&gt;67. Cow: HL milk&lt;br /&gt;68. Canada: Music / Maple leaf&lt;br /&gt;69. Mouse: Jerry Mouse&lt;br /&gt;70. hands: nails&lt;br /&gt;******THE PAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU******&lt;br /&gt;71. Watched a movie? yeah, ant bully was nice&lt;br /&gt;72. Talked on the phone? yes&lt;br /&gt;73. Cried? for wat? nope&lt;br /&gt;74. Threw up? nope. are you a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;75. Drank a glass of water? yes&lt;br /&gt;76. Done Drugs? nope.&lt;br /&gt;77. Read a book or magazine? yes&lt;br /&gt;78. Watched TV? yes&lt;br /&gt;79. Looked in the mirror? yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Taken a shower? yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Taken a picture? nope&lt;br /&gt;82. Listened to music? yeah&lt;br /&gt;83. Kissed someone? how many times must i tell you? -_-&lt;br /&gt;85. Told someone you liked them? nope ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-115592222280986721?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/115592222280986721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=115592222280986721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115592222280986721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115592222280986721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-doing-this-85-qns-message-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-115281063449072625</id><published>2006-07-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:12:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* FOREWORDS - Hey there, this is an entry based on a true story that happened in my household over a period of around 14 days. Not advisable for people with bird phobia(like me). Checklist - a plastic bag/ medicated oil - some cream, jus in case you start to itch after this entry. PS . I'm not responsible for any of the side effects after this entry. P.P.S Read at your own risk * - 2 weeks ago - It all started off with me walking into the kitchen looking for food as usual when i thought i heard a bird chirping. It sounded like somewhere in da kitchen instead of being outside the house. Being the bird phobic that i am, i rushed out to tell my brother who somehow refused to budge from his foetus position on the couch cos he's watching some lame animae on tv. Later when we both finally gathered our courage to find out wat was going on, the chirping was gone again. (maybe at the point of time, the bird was thirsty or something) so it stopped. Relieved that my guess was wrong, i calmly forgot about the event. What we didn't know was tat my instincts were damn right.(should have bought 4d on tat day) on with the story ... a few days later, my mom n i were spotted with so called mosquitoe bites. So we sprayed bygone ard the house and really did cleaned up every speck on dust, and also change the bedsheets in case of bed bugs. It was then, my mom being the hyper-alert person she is, together with her sixth sense, spotted this incy wincy tiny black insect crawling on her body. After a while, she discovered a few new 'mosquitoe bites' on her body. It was then confirmed tat the bites were the doings of the despicable tiny incys. They are really powerful even though they are much smaller than a normal ant itself. My mom then declared a new cleaning campaigne for us to counter attack the despicable incys. Even the pig, my brother volunteered to keep the house clean by mopping the floor. Well, tats cos he got bitten also. To our despair, none of our counter attacks worked. None! And the bites kept increasing everyday. the worst victims were me n my mom. if u wondering how come we didnt kill the insect the way we would to a normal ant when it crawled onto your body, its cos the insect is so incy weeny and the speed of crawling is so fast, tat it makes it impossible to catch them crawling. The other day i was messaging my fren on my bed n somehow i was looking at my hand and saw a black thingy fitting the description tat my mom gave me. Needless to say, it died a horrible horrible death. Cos i was covered with bites all over, i guess this brought out the sadistic side of me. I put it in hot boiling water though i think it was already half dead between my fingers. and i immediately felt so much better. believe me, it came to a stage whereby i wanted to set a trap for all those bloody insects and pound them to death with my grandma's pounder. You'll hear my sis or me or my brother complaining abt it during dinner, it was a hot hot topic, and tat was where the nickname xiao hei came from haha. then my mom started looking for all of xiao hei and his stupid friends around the house but they were so good at playing hide and seek. until we started smelling something stinky ard the house lately. My mom guessed tat something was dead in the house, n we all thought it couldn't be possible cos none of us are murderers and also, we dont knoe any ppl with the tendancy to kill, and it couldnt be any pet as well cos we didnt keep any around. So my mom looked around and when she opened the cupboard where we kept all da plastic bags and she nearly fainted. she was damn right. the source of the disgusting smell was found - a bird -. oh god im having goosebumps even when im typing now. By the time we found the poor bird, it all decomposed n turned white...and tthere were really black worms crawling..which was probably xiao hei's parents ..btw, it was in one of the plastic bags. No idea how the bird got in either. In the end, Mr. Incredible my dad saved the day, by volunteering to throw the plastic bag out. He's such a hero. Cos the smell was really, eeeeekkkkk. Love ya, daddy.=) I know of some bloody bastards out there who will make their wifes do such things. Well, just watch ur steps yeah, karma will catch up with you. But i know one thing for sure, my instincts tat day were right. The only logic we could come up with was this - maybe it happened during one of the days where we had all the strong wind and stuff. The poor bird probably was too weak to fly against the wind since the weather is bad now adays, so it got blown into our house, and somehow it tried to fly ... and got stuck in one of our bags. Awwww... so sad right. i felt bad for the bird and how it died. But at da same time, im also mad at xiao hei n his parents(the black crawlies) for making me itch all day long. Well, according to Mr. incredible, the bird was pretty small. (awww...) Note to the mommy bird - Please do not come flying into our house k? Im sorry i didn't have the guts to go find out where ur baby was when i heard him cry for help. Dun mind if you come into my dreams and peck me. But just DONT fly into my house one day and come looking for your kid. We do not need another bird in our plastic bags, and i don tink i'll survive another bite from xiao hei n neither will my heart survive if i see another bird of any kind in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-115281063449072625?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/115281063449072625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=115281063449072625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115281063449072625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/115281063449072625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/07/forewords-hey-there-this-is-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-114822746376095809</id><published>2006-05-21T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:04:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Awwwwed Moments -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had moments when all you wanted to do is to tilt your head to the left and say awww.... cos something has touched you in a way or another. Well, here are my awwedddd moments... get ur teddy bears ready....presenting my precious (and uncountable) awwed moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The time when a friend of mine gave me something handmade...a heart shape made of saga seeds in da center, small sea shells by the side, then there was a victory word made up of those glow in the dark shimmery powder... used to put it on the shelf adjacent my bed, so i could stare at the shimmery piece of work when i couldn't sleep... hehe. decided to shift it somewhere else the other time when i was cleaning up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mid April Moments 2006 &lt;br /&gt;Yeah had the best time in mid april 2006...which was the week b4 i went for my op hehe. the last few days were the most memorable. A friend and i wanted to hunt down my favourite food @ a certain hawker center(cos i cant eat after my op)...somehow, we both got lost(thanks to the dear me and my poor sense of direction) and halfway, we broke down laughing at our silliness... btw, we still got our food in the end...another awwed moment was, my best friend actually met up with me ard 11 plus da day b4 my op...then she gave me a dog and one whole stack of letters!!! cos she was afraid i was bored in the hospital. *awwwweddddddd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mummy Moments &lt;br /&gt;The titles says it all haha. and it applys to tv shows n my personal life also. it will never be an ending story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Siblings Moments&lt;br /&gt;Title says it all all also. My  lil sis and bro  though immature can be realllllly extremely sugary sweet to you at the times when u least expect it. Could be a simple phonecall, could be just a simple gift, and also lil notes they gave me b4 my impt exams. Or sometimes just tat vote of confidence from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The other time a friend sewed a pouch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Seeing how a close friend of mine hooked up with another close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hmmm... maybe those movies where the endings are kinda unexpected... eg in Prime, Uma and the other lead actor(i forgot his name) never got together cos they made different decisions. Im a sucker for happy endings yes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-114822746376095809?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/114822746376095809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=114822746376095809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114822746376095809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114822746376095809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/05/awwwwed-moments-ever-had-moments-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-114769809719549603</id><published>2006-05-15T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:01:37.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.. acoustic songs always always make me feel better... listening to sexed up by robbie williams now...i think my ipod nano is made to make me feel better hehe cos most of the songs inside are acoustic. Funny how much i like acoustic songs, but i just dun have the urge to pick up my guitar and learn one acoustic song on my own. Sometimes, i can get high by just watching my musicians espeacially michelle branch on video. I can hardly wait... the wreckers' CD gonna be out on may 23rd!! I love 'em to bits though they are moving on towards country music this time round.. never saw myself as an individual who would like country music previously, i was more towards the Punk Rock / Pop side. But yeah... ive heard some songs from their new album.. and i think they really rock! MB Rocks too. =) I'm really feeling lost. Loads of options + Loads of choices = Lost... maybe the L word just dosent click with me.  I can imagine myself at the airport.  3 airplane tickets all offered to me at the same time...all to different destinations(which are still unclear) by the way. Some say when you are lost, just follow your heart. But does my heart even have a direction? No, It does not have a direction, but i already have a destination in my heart - i wanna be doing well in my career in the future, if im nt married by then, i wanna earn enough to support my family and also go on a trip with my mom and dad... if married by then, hopefully, i would be able to provide my own family with the kind of life tat my dad and mum gave me. Before i forget, i wanna get a massage chair for my parents!!! tats the first goal! Will these planes take me to this destination? * Shrugs *  * signing off with  -  Cigarettes By The Wreckers - *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-114769809719549603?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/114769809719549603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=114769809719549603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114769809719549603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114769809719549603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-114631682164251553</id><published>2006-04-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:20:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..Yellow!...what a way to spend my saturday night. Been working on the brand new image slideshow for the dumb e commerce website till i got bored of it or moreso, i just got a lil heated up just now cos i cant seem to get the "moving" effect. BAH... I swear im starting to feel empty inside these days. Ive been through quite a few changes since the jaw op, both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical&lt;br /&gt;- lower jaw became shorter&lt;br /&gt;- lost weight cos im strictly on liquid diet(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;- swollen around the cheeks and lips area&lt;br /&gt;- eye bag situation became better cos my mom dragged me out of the "4 hours sleep a day" lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional changes&lt;br /&gt;- become more appreciative of the wonderful people around me and things also. feeling very very very blessed lately, even though its small things that people do. it's this very warm and nice feeling i dont ever wanna let go off. =)&lt;br /&gt;- more optimistic in my thinking. A friend came to me that day, citing tat she was having trouble at work cos she was new and had to learn something tat was pretty complicated that was done by some professional. In return, i told her that well, if she was able to actually break down whatever that professional has done, by the time she finished what she's learning, she would be somewhat be able to do wat the pro did. I think i even was more surprise myself cos i was tat pessimistic to the extent that it wont be me to say those kind of words.&lt;br /&gt;- i feel empty and i dont like it!!!! life b4 op was pretty busy for me, with the website, friends, work to keep me alive. now tat i have all the time in the world, i begin to have an empty feeling inside. tried watching vcds (da chang jin) .. but still didn't cure it. Then i realised after awhile that this empty feeling was due to the fact that i wasnt doing something productive everyday, and i wasnt learning anything to improve myself.  To me, everyday is a gift to me, so its up to me to live my life to the fullest.  So, i've decided..1 VCD for me per day. Then im gonna spend the rest of the day doing something productive.  Like wat? you may ask.. haha. Im itching to do something with photoshop lately, wait i think i already have a theme...i want the song tuesday morning by michelle branch to have some input on the image itself. ...arrgghh.. its hard for me to explain it to you over here, but yeah, i'll post the image so you can see the effects. Wow, i cant wait to start... till the next entry!!!...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-114631682164251553?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/114631682164251553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=114631682164251553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114631682164251553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114631682164251553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-114417307162716347</id><published>2006-04-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:51:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.48 am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i'm kinda in the mood to write today not write as in blog... but as in do a real piece of essay  itself. Its been 3 years since i last did this kind of writing...had a whole collection of all my writings since sec sch cos i couldn't bear to throw those pieces away. Was working on my portal just now till i finally decided on the topic for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;    Second Chances  - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ver wished upon a falling star for a second chance? A second chance to change things the way they are now, a second chance to start all over again, a second chance so that mistakes can be undone? Though the present is what we live in now, inevitably we do look back in the past, and wonder if we had done things differently, maybe it would have been a better tomorrow for us, maybe our lives would have taken a different path, maybe we would have become a different person. Sometimes, second chances do come by, but would it  mean that the same mistakes wont be repeated? Would it mean that second chances would really change things the way they are today? Would we be truly happier if we were given a second chance? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2264.html"&gt;Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2264.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2264.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/William_Jennings_Bryan/"&gt;William Jennings Bryan&lt;/a&gt; (1860 - 1925)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ signing off  - dont look back in anger by oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-114417307162716347?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/114417307162716347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=114417307162716347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114417307162716347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114417307162716347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/04/12.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24989100.post-114365224857505067</id><published>2006-03-29T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:10:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It somehow feels like 1st of jan today, cos everytime i start something new, it does feel like first of january. Head off to &lt;a href="http://valsh.blogspot.com"&gt;http://valsh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for my old entries. They are all gone now cos i have abandoned my blog for such a long time, that the memory of my username and pass were somehow erased. My memory always fails me when i least unexpectedly..but miraculously, i'm also sometimes caught in situations whereby i have to constantly try to refresh my friends' memory about certain incidents that happened...(yes, muff.. you are one of them...dun act blur) and yet i can forget where i leave my stuff constantly. From my analogy, i'm half way between short and long term memory...and my short term memory is probably due to my carelessness. Careless and Me are never without each other...LOL .. its proven if you look at all my previous maths test papers...most of it are actually lost to careless mistakes. Back to my new blog, i kinda liked everything in this blog... from the url to the blogskin. I wanted something more personalised and original for this blog. Really liked the design for the blogskin...struck me as something that has a very unique victorian style, very italiano... and the way the  designer did the navigation for this layout, bah... it must have taken him a really long time using photoshop to get the effect. Oh did i mention another plus point? It dosent have any of those lovey dovey mushy messages in the layout. Just my style.  Headed off to smu to day, met a very nice lady studying over there who kinda led me to the adminstrations office, ya know i was roaming around and looking like a lost child. The school was pretty quiet... not tat i've actually been to ntu or nus before, but that was just a first impression..maybe its because im used to the crowds in NYP, my second home. Paid my application fee, and then the moment i stepped out of SMU, it started to rain heavily... not tat i would usually mind when im going home, but i was meeting a friend later and i dun wanna be all wet with water droplets dripping off my head. And i was running late... when your late, it's like a chain reaction, everything else seems to go wrong...tats the way it works for me.  Still stuck on the website, and also tons of things on my mind rite now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows a new day.Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wake me up when september ends by Greenday -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24989100-114365224857505067?l=heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/feeds/114365224857505067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24989100&amp;postID=114365224857505067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114365224857505067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24989100/posts/default/114365224857505067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartspeakmindswonder.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-somehow-feels-like-1st-of-jan-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shibe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556551728592030438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
