<?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-19981117</id><updated>2011-11-29T14:54:02.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLES OF RANDOMNESS</title><subtitle type='html'>because we all like bursting them</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2542531818145137953</id><published>2010-12-10T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:54:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, I made a huge decision. And I hope it was the right thing to do. I threw away most of the things from my past relationships because somehow it’s been affecting the present in more ways than it should. It was one of the most difficult things to do and I felt like I was erasing parts of myself. Amidst all the tearing and breaking, two songs came to mind:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;‘..why do all good things come to an end..’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;‘..players only love you when they’re playing..’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The weirdest part came right after that when I saw mr flannery’s msg on my msn, thanking me for believing in him when we were together and that he will always have the same faith in me. And when he thinks about the times we had together, he is truly thankful. I am (was) the best or one of the best thing that happened to him (?). I got so freaked out when I saw the message that I closed the window immediately. Talking about perfect timing, it was as if he had a hidden camera in my room and he was watching me throw away the things we had together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my close friends thought that it was a sweet (although really sudden) gesture on his part. But I wasn’t touched the slightest bit. I did not understand what was the use or purpose of saying that to me after so long. It made me feel bitter for if I was truly the best thing that happened to him, he would not have let me go so easily. Almost too easily. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not too long after that, Jun messaged me on msn to say that he will be visiting Singapore with his girlfriend and he would like to meet for lunch. He hasn’t changed one bit, at least appearance-wise and at certain points I felt nostalgic. He was after all my childhood sweetheart. That being said, I am happy for him and Sandra. They look like they belong together and I have to admit that I’m liking her quite a bit too. Ha.. so much for wanting to be the nasty ex, I ended up hugging her goodbye and it felt genuine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was like a weekend of the past, with both ex-es suddenly emerging out of nowhere. Thank god I only have 2. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2542531818145137953?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2542531818145137953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2542531818145137953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2542531818145137953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2542531818145137953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekend-of-past.html' title='A weekend of the past'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-7108524063079591937</id><published>2010-10-19T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:37:57.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone said to me recently</title><content type='html'>that i'm an old soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is because i find myself slowly gravitating towards the classics. i cant really pinpoint the time when i started to change but i guess it has to do with my bf. he's an ANCIENT soul by comparison. and somehow along the way his likings for old stuff influenced my perception on life in general. not too long ago, i purchased a gramophone from the thieves' market for a sum of SGD220. although the uncle fervently assured that it is a piece of antique, i am skeptical. so the purchase of a gramophone led to the purchase of vinyl records and then it led on to another purchase of a turntable for the bf when we stumbled upon a rather quaint record shop at a very quiet corner of singapore. stepping into the shop almost felt like stepping into a time machine back to the era of the 80s. i was pleasantly surprised by the number of records and people enjoying these records as i took a glimpse around the shop, given its 'ulu' location. The owner was very friendly and helpful, as though the mere sight of people sharing the same passion as him delighted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point of writing this? i dont know it myself. but lately, as i get closer to these items of the past, i feel a sense of connection that i cant quite describe. sometimes i imagine myself to be going through life the same motion a girl in the 80's would. would i be checking out the record store every time a single or album is released? or would i be flipping through the same music list? and each time i hear a record being played on my gramophone (with all its crackles) i imagine a wedding ceremony being held, the bride all dressed in vintage style dancing away with her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the right term for it is nostalgia? but how can i be nostalgic about something i have never experienced before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7108524063079591937?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7108524063079591937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=7108524063079591937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7108524063079591937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7108524063079591937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2010/10/someone-said-to-me-recently.html' title='someone said to me recently'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3961539857934908834</id><published>2010-09-30T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:27:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution</title><content type='html'>one of the things i believe in life is definitely the darwin's theory of evolution. not too long ago, i found a book in my bf's room which explains the origins of our facial expressions. as we all know, all our expressions are controlled by muscles and of course our jaws. so long before the muscles and jaws evolved to what we have today (approximately 520 million years ago?), we are essentially faceless marine creatures called the &lt;i&gt;Pikaia &lt;/i&gt;(so we're not solely the descendants of the apes).&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;It looks like the empty plastic case of a biro pen with an opening on one end that was able to inhale water and sift out food particles. with that, we are thus able to form some conclusions that the most primitive feature of our face is the mouth. it makes sense actually, for survival is the main reason why we still exist and no one can survive without food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;based on the theory of evolution, i also believe that the male species have changed over the past few decades. there was a time when chivalry was perceived almost like an innate etiquette which need not be taught and there was also a time when men acted as if women owe it to them for their existence in this world. often enough we are being told that women are complicated and difficult to understand while men are the complete opposite. well, i beg to differ. perhaps there was a time when they were simpler and easier to understand but they have evolved, most if not all. the distinctions between men and women, hormones and reproduction organs aside, are becoming increasingly blurred as their thoughts and intentions are now more difficult to comprehend. during the casual chats with my girlfriends, our conversations usually revolve around the difficulties in understanding certain actions or inactions performed by a certain male company and i wonder whether it is possible that one day, the roles will be reversed where women will take on the role of being the simpler and easier to understand counterpart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it is all in the name of EVOLUTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: just to clarify, this is NOT me lashing out at my bf after a heated argument&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/19981117-3961539857934908834?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3961539857934908834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3961539857934908834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3961539857934908834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3961539857934908834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2010/09/evolution.html' title='evolution'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-6916785047846983639</id><published>2009-09-08T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:33:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment to remember</title><content type='html'>definitely&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it brings back the feeling of being cherished, of how far one is willing to go for someone special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i ate what he bought, i tasted the sweetness from his heart and i was truly touched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain has ended, and i'm looking forward to seeing the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6916785047846983639?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6916785047846983639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6916785047846983639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6916785047846983639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6916785047846983639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/09/moment-to-remember.html' title='a moment to remember'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-202835302360562423</id><published>2009-06-08T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:27:26.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>line-dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a really warm feeling watching the old men and women line-dancing at the amphitheatre near my block today. I wasnt sure whether it was the oldies music or seeing how much they were enjoying themselves that made me smile and continue to watch for almost an hour. Somehow it reminded me of the simplicities in life we often tend to overlook or ignore and I wished I could share the feeling with someone who would understand exactly what I meant. (That someone probably needs to have as much free time as I do as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the entire hour, I was watching a particular old lady who shook her butt in a really cute manner. With a hairband on her head, dangling earrings and a small sling bag over her shoulders, she looked almost like a kid who was lost in her own world, not even noticing that I was observing her from 2-3 metres away. I laughed a couple of times when she threw her arms in the air and twirled and it kinda made me feel like dancing along. Maybe I would join line-dancing when I'm older. That's if I'm not stuck in the office, stressing over line drawings and construction details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-202835302360562423?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/202835302360562423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=202835302360562423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/202835302360562423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/202835302360562423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-tutor-said-that-i-should-start.html' title='line-dancing'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3014888147913430376</id><published>2009-06-07T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:21:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will i be richer within the next few days</title><content type='html'>News has it that the result of the competition i joined with a few of my peers will be out within this coming week! Of course we are all eyeing on the first prize, which is a grand total of 20k usd. It was the moolah which drove us throughout the competition anyway. But honestly, I'm not really sure whether we would stand a chance at winning even the consolation prizes since it's an international competition. If we dont, I think Pinjie has already prepared the appropriate its-the-experience-that-matters-speech for closure, being the politically-correct person that he is well known for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I also found out today that Lai Chee Kian is an eccentric man with no family and friends. Somehow I find that almost intriguing. I wonder how he leads his life, from day to day as a professor in NUS, alone. I'm sure there are many others out there who are just like him and I'm really curious to know what's going on in their minds, especially when they see themselves in the mirror first thing in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are they happy? Do they even feel lonely? Do they see themselves as geniuses who just cant seem to mix with the normal crowd? Or do they see themselves as losers?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These group of people are definitely of a different breed, lost in their own world of thoughts and sometimes I wish I could just experience being them for maybe a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3014888147913430376?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3014888147913430376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3014888147913430376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3014888147913430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3014888147913430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-i-be-richer-within-next-few-days.html' title='will i be richer within the next few days'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3705987442601444694</id><published>2009-06-03T03:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:45:46.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are, we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least we hope to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, something uplifting for me today. Over the past few days, I've been pushing myself to produce something worth presenting to my tutor after not seeing him for more than 3 weeks. And I guess it went pretty well since i couldnt stop smiling to myself after leaving his office. All those visits to the redlight areas have finally paid off! And oh, if I've never mentioned this before, I'm writing a dissertation on the redlight areas in Singapore, mainly on the spaces in which sex trades occur. I guess I could be a sex tour guide after this, if plan A doesnt work out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm back as the nerdy, workaholic Mel. The reason being that's all I know how to do at this moment. And please, no extra care needed. The last thing i would want to feel now is like a candy infested by ants. Or rather a large ant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3705987442601444694?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3705987442601444694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3705987442601444694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3705987442601444694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3705987442601444694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-all-innocent.html' title='we are all innocent'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-415535704755553526</id><published>2009-05-30T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:13:07.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i finally watched the finale of Greys Anatomy season 5 this afternoon and i must admit that i was pretty affected by it. call me emo, but it really made me realise that everything around me is only temporary. and that includes my own life, for i may wake up with a cancer tomorrow or i may even get hit by a bus on my way to cold storage later. well, if that really happens i'm not really sure whether i would regret all the decisions i've made for myself. probably i will.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've learnt over the past 2 years that things are not always in black and white. and i wonder how did i grow up thinking that they were. could it be the type of education i was exposed to that shapes my personality, maybe. but it is also a battle of nature against nuture, an old rivalry that would never end. somehow i feel that i'm in the grey zone at this moment, not knowing whether i would ever get out of it. am i happy, sometimes. am i not, sometimes. is the grey zone a good thing, maybe. is it bad, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything seems to be floating now, do i want it to stop, i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-415535704755553526?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/415535704755553526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=415535704755553526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/415535704755553526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/415535704755553526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-2024549778008823240</id><published>2009-04-16T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:07:38.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most of the time</title><content type='html'>i tend to not care or think too much about things.&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to something i truly care about, my mind works the opposite way and over-analyses matters to provide logical reasons for me to grasp and understand. however, today i realised that some things are not meant to be reasoned by logic, nor can it be explained by mere words. there are flaws in everywhere and everything you see in life i guess, but what matters most is how you center your focus and choose your way of looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;beauty is often enough taken for granted, and somehow it can always be overshadowed by the slightest tinge of darkness and evil. that beauty which was once the light in your life, then, becomes dull and blunt, lost amidst the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the best thing to do in any and every situation is of course to always take a step back and look at the bigger picture. then probably you wouldnt even notice the tiny poisonous black spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2024549778008823240?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2024549778008823240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2024549778008823240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/Sboj7sGPQuI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ycQWyttlwBc/s1600-h/ordos.ProjectImage.L2V0Yy9tZWRpYWxpYi9oaGYvcHJvamVjdHMvMDcwM19vcmRvcy8wNzAzX2ltYWdlc3xQYXIuMzQzMTQ%3D.700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/Sboj7sGPQuI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ycQWyttlwBc/s400/ordos.ProjectImage.L2V0Yy9tZWRpYWxpYi9oaGYvcHJvamVjdHMvMDcwM19vcmRvcy8wNzAzX2ltYWdlc3xQYXIuMzQzMTQ%3D.700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312598218793501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HHF architects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1345942010522308047?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311208559857741378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Braids 87cm x 55cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3660465368347011579?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3660465368347011579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3660465368347011579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3660465368347011579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUzRzUB-OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oprnhHh1AT8/s1600-h/P1010636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUzRzUB-OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oprnhHh1AT8/s400/P1010636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311207716478384354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUyk9vXLqI/AAAAAAAAAes/whJWJ0jDnpo/s1600-h/P1010634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUyk9vXLqI/AAAAAAAAAes/whJWJ0jDnpo/s400/P1010634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206946183261858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUyWba-kXI/AAAAAAAAAek/GxkiLcngIC8/s1600-h/P1010633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUyWba-kXI/AAAAAAAAAek/GxkiLcngIC8/s400/P1010633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206696452788594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUxeabUrkI/AAAAAAAAAec/raL2IkgjMOc/s1600-h/P1010632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUxeabUrkI/AAAAAAAAAec/raL2IkgjMOc/s400/P1010632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311205734113128002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUwNTPeeBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SOyi-Zcq-T4/s1600-h/P1010631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUwNTPeeBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SOyi-Zcq-T4/s400/P1010631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311204340614985746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i love them all equally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1078046550889447564?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1078046550889447564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1078046550889447564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1078046550889447564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1078046550889447564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-strange-toys-i-have.html' title='look what strange toys i have'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SbUzRzUB-OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oprnhHh1AT8/s72-c/P1010636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6786977161832510428</id><published>2009-02-12T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:33:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so she sent me her invitation card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SZPCRzyNorI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KpBzzslZrks/s1600-h/peacock-low+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SZPCRzyNorI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KpBzzslZrks/s400/peacock-low+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301794797559587506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drawing of the peacock can be viewed &lt;a href="http://freelancethesign.multiply.com/photos/album/3/drawings#1"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6786977161832510428?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6786977161832510428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6786977161832510428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6786977161832510428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6786977161832510428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-she-sent-me-her-invitation-card.html' title='and so she sent me her invitation card'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SZPCRzyNorI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KpBzzslZrks/s72-c/peacock-low+res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1558092498989669961</id><published>2009-02-06T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:14:10.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stranger lifted my spirits today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentauthor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Response to 'peacock'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-style: italic;" class="comment-meta"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://freelancethesign.wordpress.com/2008/01/14/peacock/#comment-9" title="20 hours, 9 minutes ago."&gt;February 5, 2009 at 10:20 am&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="comment-edit"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;         &lt;div class="comment-content"&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love it! I used it as a base to work from for my wedding invitations. There is now a beautiful purple, yellow, and sepia-toned peacock (drawn with calligraphy ink) in the bottom right hand corner of my invitations. I can send you a copy of my tribute drawing if you like. &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; My fiance and I are getting married in a local park which is home to 21 peacocks. So a peacock on the invitation works quite well and when I searched images of peacocks yours was certainly the most captivating. Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best, Jules&lt;/p&gt;she used my drawing of the peacock for her wedding invitation! how honourable it is to be a part of a romantic union of two souls i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;although i could have charged her for copyrighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1558092498989669961?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1558092498989669961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1558092498989669961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1558092498989669961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1558092498989669961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/02/stranger-lifted-up-my-spirits-today.html' title='a stranger lifted my spirits today'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-4627115684500334602</id><published>2009-02-05T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:25:03.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder which is more difficult..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get to know a complete stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or to get to know a friend you've lost in touch with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4627115684500334602?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4627115684500334602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4627115684500334602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4627115684500334602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4627115684500334602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-which-is-more-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-6362308381691332602</id><published>2009-01-27T23:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:10:54.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8x4CoGQhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DNVQblc5TyE/s1600-h/P1010513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8x4CoGQhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DNVQblc5TyE/s400/P1010513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296006525658481170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8xffHS-7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/piYbLOkq7_8/s1600-h/P1010533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8xffHS-7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/piYbLOkq7_8/s400/P1010533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296006103808801714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8xALtH2TI/AAAAAAAAAds/zXi1tnlflis/s1600-h/P1010493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8xALtH2TI/AAAAAAAAAds/zXi1tnlflis/s400/P1010493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005566022801714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8wjoPE56I/AAAAAAAAAdk/G3w8ey32jtQ/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8wjoPE56I/AAAAAAAAAdk/G3w8ey32jtQ/s400/P1010495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005075465201570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8wBjIpDhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f_mTLH0_SIA/s1600-h/P1010535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8wBjIpDhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f_mTLH0_SIA/s400/P1010535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296004489980481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8vDN0qSyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/E-W-vY-akA8/s1600-h/P1010461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8vDN0qSyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/E-W-vY-akA8/s400/P1010461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296003419107642146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8uenq0tHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/oGRMBDIGx4I/s1600-h/P1010497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8uenq0tHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/oGRMBDIGx4I/s400/P1010497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296002790390543474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6362308381691332602?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6362308381691332602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6362308381691332602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6362308381691332602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6362308381691332602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-2009.html' title='CNY 2009'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SX8x4CoGQhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DNVQblc5TyE/s72-c/P1010513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2009689729222861338</id><published>2009-01-23T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:21:49.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you send your scorpion for an x-ray examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXk3wn3IMFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RkCZBifkuh8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXk3wn3IMFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RkCZBifkuh8/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294324145424183378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2009689729222861338?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2009689729222861338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2009689729222861338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2009689729222861338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2009689729222861338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-send-your-scorpion-for-x-ray.html' title='if you send your scorpion for an x-ray examination'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXk3wn3IMFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RkCZBifkuh8/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2003257236229337182</id><published>2009-01-22T16:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:32:16.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at what RHINO can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgnyg7cz9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/cw0eZIsqRmU/s1600-h/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgnyg7cz9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/cw0eZIsqRmU/s400/clover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294025110760247250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the real thing, clover by sander mulder at http://www.yatzer.com/1296_clover_by_sander_mulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgn-AuQxPI/AAAAAAAAAck/M6neaU2KLOU/s1600-h/fake+clover+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgn-AuQxPI/AAAAAAAAAck/M6neaU2KLOU/s400/fake+clover+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294025308273427698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXguzgDi9yI/AAAAAAAAAc0/v9idfkUHSPM/s1600-h/fake+clover+2+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXguzgDi9yI/AAAAAAAAAc0/v9idfkUHSPM/s400/fake+clover+2+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294032824287033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgu9ZXl3CI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Qt9TzQJ5WZ0/s1600-h/fake+clover+2+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgu9ZXl3CI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Qt9TzQJ5WZ0/s400/fake+clover+2+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294032994290752546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fake clover by melannie yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok the bricks aren't convincing enough, but that's the only brick picture i have with me at the moment. RHINO is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2003257236229337182?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2003257236229337182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2003257236229337182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2003257236229337182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2003257236229337182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-at-what-rhino-can-do.html' title='look at what RHINO can do'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SXgnyg7cz9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/cw0eZIsqRmU/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-361315852054243394</id><published>2009-01-20T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:34:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i quit please?</title><content type='html'>you know the saying,' if you don't like your job, just quit'?&lt;br /&gt;well i figured that it only applies to the rich. not if you're living away from your parents in a different country or if you have bills to pay at the end of every month.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its not about being rich after all,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is more about you not having the guts to be a little more adventurous&lt;br /&gt;and you pretend that complaining about it actually helps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-361315852054243394?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/361315852054243394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=361315852054243394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/361315852054243394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/361315852054243394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-quit-please.html' title='can i quit please?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3104973016888062990</id><published>2009-01-07T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:35:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old ruins make artistic backdrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWQkPlt8vjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yBp0Tb-FYj8/s1600-h/n505976263_1847524_962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWQkPlt8vjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yBp0Tb-FYj8/s400/n505976263_1847524_962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391712681279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWQkGIjyqtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Hp4ovE-sCeg/s1600-h/n794835005_5176060_2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3104973016888062990?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3104973016888062990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3104973016888062990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3104973016888062990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3104973016888062990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-ruins-make-artistic-backdrops.html' title='old ruins make artistic backdrops'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWQkPlt8vjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yBp0Tb-FYj8/s72-c/n505976263_1847524_962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-7371313840068484974</id><published>2009-01-06T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:14:34.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did all the fireflies go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWMu_1GPo0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/OP50mGldvqQ/s1600-h/yummy+fireflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWMu_1GPo0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/OP50mGldvqQ/s400/yummy+fireflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288122061583000386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7371313840068484974?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7371313840068484974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=7371313840068484974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7371313840068484974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7371313840068484974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-all-fireflies-go.html' title='where did all the fireflies go?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SWMu_1GPo0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/OP50mGldvqQ/s72-c/yummy+fireflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2762657748919522635</id><published>2008-12-31T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:17:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to reminisce</title><content type='html'>summary for year 2008: achieved nothing spectacular except for the few kilos around my thighs, arms and tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolution for year 2009: to achieve something spectacular and shed that few extra kilos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2762657748919522635?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2762657748919522635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2762657748919522635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2762657748919522635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2762657748919522635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-reminisce.html' title='time to reminisce'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-677788591846154520</id><published>2008-12-03T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:13:59.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da di da di da~ self potrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/STYjnAz1ocI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CJorvWBDyz8/s1600-h/profile+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/STYjnAz1ocI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CJorvWBDyz8/s400/profile+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275443166650409410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/STYhOp86-oI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xjnW_l8QfAs/s1600-h/profile+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-677788591846154520?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/677788591846154520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=677788591846154520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/677788591846154520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/677788591846154520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-di-da-di-da-self-potrait.html' title='da di da di da~ self potrait'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/STYjnAz1ocI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CJorvWBDyz8/s72-c/profile+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2066765993915186910</id><published>2008-11-01T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:03:20.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings of Freedom competition</title><content type='html'>we won top 5!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to view our design, please go to &lt;a href="http://freelancethesign.multiply.com/photos/album/20/competition-_kings_of_freedom"&gt;THIS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i cant hide my disappointment of not clinching the first prize, worth 40k. I hope better luck next time, if we were to join another competition anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2066765993915186910?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2066765993915186910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2066765993915186910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2066765993915186910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2066765993915186910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/11/kings-of-freedom-competition.html' title='Kings of Freedom competition'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-83982885856502164</id><published>2008-10-21T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:48:41.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach out for your bubbles of dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SP2lU0obFzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9zh7eO6GxO8/s1600-h/reaching+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SP2lU0obFzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9zh7eO6GxO8/s400/reaching+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259541716982765362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-83982885856502164?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/83982885856502164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=83982885856502164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/83982885856502164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/83982885856502164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/10/reach-out-for-your-bubbles-of-dream.html' title='reach out for your bubbles of dream'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SP2lU0obFzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9zh7eO6GxO8/s72-c/reaching+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5070993058092387910</id><published>2008-10-21T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:55:58.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing about sending people off is that</title><content type='html'>you'll realise everyone is moving forward but you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5070993058092387910?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5070993058092387910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5070993058092387910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5070993058092387910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5070993058092387910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-thing-about-sending-people-off-is.html' title='one thing about sending people off is that'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-7121578496187269687</id><published>2008-10-13T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:17:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first appearance in an architectural video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fivefootway.com/2008/10/10/lekker/"&gt;http://www.fivefootway.com/2008/10/10/lekker/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i was sms-ing all the way and saying inappropriate things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7121578496187269687?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7121578496187269687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=7121578496187269687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7121578496187269687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7121578496187269687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-appearance-in-architectural.html' title='my first appearance in an architectural video!'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-3672587509000811253</id><published>2008-10-13T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:05:33.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i stole one from the shimmering black sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SPKs2Fu8GJI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDKpyp9kf-E/s1600-h/n505976263_1468784_6828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SPKs2Fu8GJI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDKpyp9kf-E/s400/n505976263_1468784_6828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256453760346757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3672587509000811253?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3672587509000811253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3672587509000811253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3672587509000811253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3672587509000811253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-i-stole-one-from-shimmering.html' title='and so i stole one from the shimmering black sky'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SPKs2Fu8GJI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDKpyp9kf-E/s72-c/n505976263_1468784_6828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8207574089977685179</id><published>2008-10-09T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:32:48.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle twinkle little stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SO4j8bN9ycI/AAAAAAAAASU/jsJXFWvNzw0/s1600-h/P1000480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SO4j8bN9ycI/AAAAAAAAASU/jsJXFWvNzw0/s400/P1000480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255177336193403330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how i wonder where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up above the world so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a diamond in the sky&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/19981117-8207574089977685179?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8207574089977685179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8425030287514460818</id><published>2008-10-02T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:59:44.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'why do i sit in front,'</title><content type='html'>asked the taxi driver when I was on my way to Nparks HQ for a meeting and mind you, this was not the first time I got asked that very same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i dunno... habit i guess'&lt;br /&gt;thats what i replied him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he went on to list the advantages of sitting at the front seat as compared to the back (i wonder why tho, as if he was trying to imply that i did the right thing??) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i get a clear view of the road&lt;br /&gt;2) i could have an interesting conversation with the taxi driver, which would definitely make his&lt;br /&gt;   drive more pleasurable&lt;br /&gt;3) i would be more prepared if there's any possibilities of an accident (and then he said touch&lt;br /&gt;   wood)&lt;br /&gt;4) i cant remember, i was busy reading text messages on my mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on my way back, i decided to give it a try, to be like all the other girls... and sat at the back instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt weird. and i didn't like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which made me wonder, this issue had never struck me before until cab drivers started asking me the same question. and i realised at home, my sister and i had this weird understanding that the 'more powerful' person in the family always get to sit at the front seat and i remember the  countless times when we fought (despite the 9-year age gap) for it, reaching for the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny. are we the only siblings who think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8425030287514460818?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5201583837986781128</id><published>2008-09-16T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:28:44.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my dream, i was careful not to tear the pathways made of tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SM-JrWMtetI/AAAAAAAAASM/2LHMvHJV56c/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SM-JrWMtetI/AAAAAAAAASM/2LHMvHJV56c/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246563468696189650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5201583837986781128?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246520815885998114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant take my hands of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8303662684016861006?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8303662684016861006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8303662684016861006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8303662684016861006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8303662684016861006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/09/lx-3-is-my-new-obsession.html' title='lx-3, is my new obsession'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SM9i4oGT2CI/AAAAAAAAASE/iJfUoRaIys0/s72-c/lumixlx3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1943880803280988976</id><published>2008-09-12T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:09:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay, my first design on a homepage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SMoGshyLpuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NliQlTgCEN8/s1600-h/start-up+website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SMoGshyLpuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NliQlTgCEN8/s400/start-up+website.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245012078079223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more of the design can be viewed on my online portfolio (link on the right bar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1943880803280988976?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1943880803280988976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1943880803280988976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1943880803280988976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1943880803280988976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-my-first-design-on-homepage.html' title='yay, my first design on a homepage'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SMoGshyLpuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NliQlTgCEN8/s72-c/start-up+website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-4785645882959268551</id><published>2008-09-12T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:24:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i curse you MANON SORA KOEST</title><content type='html'>that you'll turn into an earthworm, no maybe a slimy looking blood sucking leech. and i hope that you'll suck the blood of someone who has AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CPG&lt;/span&gt; keeps changing the base plans that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;firm's&lt;/span&gt; using for landscape design. Not only I have to update all the necessary CAD file, changes also have to be made to the Illustrator, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;InDesign&lt;/span&gt; files. This is my THIRD time changing the entire presentation booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, at about 10 minutes ago, i received an email from this MANON,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="463254102-12092008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;'Hi Melanie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="463254102-12092008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;There's a little more changes on road at plot t2 and t9. Please hold first for today, we'll send you the updated road later this afternoon. Sorry for that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA, this guy is really pushing my limits. He thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a computer or what! just programme  the word CHANGE into my brain and my fingers will move AUTOMATICALLY all the way?! SORRY MY ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I wrote a sticky note to my boss to complain about it, hoping that he would stand up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="463254102-12092008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="463254102-12092008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="463254102-12092008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19981117-4785645882959268551?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4785645882959268551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4785645882959268551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4785645882959268551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4785645882959268551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-curse-you-manon-sora-koest.html' title='i curse you MANON SORA KOEST'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3089653054473146081</id><published>2008-09-05T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:52:51.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn this guy @ work</title><content type='html'>always asking in front of everyone whether i'm free when he definitely knows that I AM. I'm sure he always checks my computer screen whenever he happens to walk within the vicinity of my working space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT MY FAULT THAT I FINISHED MY WORK EARLIER THAN PLANNED IN THE SCHEDULE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT I DESERVE SOME SLACKING TIME FOR WORKING SO EFFICIENTLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just got caught writing this post by another colleague&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3089653054473146081?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3089653054473146081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3089653054473146081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3089653054473146081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3089653054473146081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-this-guy-work.html' title='damn this guy @ work'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-6705662111882141431</id><published>2008-08-29T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:50:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SLdj295VAXI/AAAAAAAAARs/KIfefLlvrSw/s1600-h/n227700276_495377_2721+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SLdj295VAXI/AAAAAAAAARs/KIfefLlvrSw/s400/n227700276_495377_2721+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239766487447961970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6705662111882141431?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6705662111882141431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6705662111882141431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6705662111882141431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6705662111882141431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SLdj295VAXI/AAAAAAAAARs/KIfefLlvrSw/s72-c/n227700276_495377_2721+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-720721761224940302</id><published>2008-08-22T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:06:38.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEANIE?</title><content type='html'>i know i give people really bad first impressions, most of my really close friends now didnt like me when they first met me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder whether i'm a mean person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-720721761224940302?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/720721761224940302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=720721761224940302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/720721761224940302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/720721761224940302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/08/meanie.html' title='MEANIE?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-3402318370376642605</id><published>2008-08-21T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:42:26.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh please</title><content type='html'>something irked me this morning on my way to work,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, but a PINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; saying 'there's actually something called FREE LUNCH'&lt;br /&gt;and at the bottom of it, 'we're providing free lunch for the next 11 Tuesdays!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew really suspicious, well, not that i wanted the free lunches anyway, and turned to the back of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my suspicion was justified as i glanced through the text and picked two words which more or less say everything about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;- God and bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something that i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand about Singapore, why is there such a dire need to convert people into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;? so much that people are using, in my opinion, shameful ways like free lunches to lure people to believe in Christ. I find that disgusting. I think even Christ himself will feel embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, just let people stumbled upon Him themselves. He knows what He's doing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3402318370376642605?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3402318370376642605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3402318370376642605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3402318370376642605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3402318370376642605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-please.html' title='Oh please'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6466035873521700704</id><published>2008-08-08T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:28:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while i was busy making lame music videos with my housemates back in holland v, my cousin was actually featured in one of malaysia's tv programme, 8tv quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she won the estee lauder model search for women above 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my/Shows/EpHighlight.aspx?MasterID=34&amp;ShowID=34&amp;MenuID=2&amp;SubMenuID=1&amp;TemplateID=1&amp;EpID=11173&amp;VideoID=12216"&gt;http://www.8tv.com.my/Shows/EpHighlight.aspx?MasterID=34&amp;amp;ShowID=34&amp;amp;MenuID=2&amp;amp;SubMenuID=1&amp;amp;TemplateID=1&amp;amp;EpID=11173&amp;amp;VideoID=12216&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what you get when you're born pretty. if not, just stay home and make lame music videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats priscilla! i bet little christian and alyssa are proud of their hot mum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6466035873521700704?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6466035873521700704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6466035873521700704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6466035873521700704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6466035873521700704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-i-was-busy-making-lame-music.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-4820832572872853303</id><published>2008-08-03T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:51:56.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i advertising for a husband in friendster or what?!</title><content type='html'>ok, i do get the occasional hi's and can we be friends messages, but this guy, he has certainly raised the bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening .just back home from work.eaten . how day for you ? drink plenty of water.mind be a friend ?.let me intro myself first ... Andy tian yi here, 23yrs old Singapore Chinese guy , height 1.72m n weight 60kg .Short profile of myself. Single.completed army last year sep . wrking in sale line for coke. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tend to care for others more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tend to put others in first place be4 me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Tend to be truthful to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .wrking hard and hope to get my car licence so can drive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mitsubishi lancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .love to eat dim sum and drink Soya bean.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardly club , maybe once a year ,no smoke .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do sincerely hope you give me chance to know you more.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometime do help out in housechores . tend to always help others .always tend to care for others .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do hope you give me a chance to let me know you more.hi . as i seldom log on to friendtser as my friendster got some problem . you can sms me at 82226779 if you don mind de .do sincerely hope you able to recieve your sms .next time am i allowed bring you go malaysia eat nice food ?do sincerely hope you give me a chance to know you more .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my loss, really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4820832572872853303?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4820832572872853303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4820832572872853303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4820832572872853303'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmlZbBjxeYI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmlZbBjxeYI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1657292975784248735?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1657292975784248735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1657292975784248735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1657292975784248735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1657292975784248735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/07/yea-we-had-nothing-better-to-do-with.html' title='yea, we had nothing better to do with our free time'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-4761670193703935785</id><published>2008-07-28T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:42:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was told by a friend this morning</title><content type='html'>that i'm so caught up in my own 'love dome' that i've forgotten about the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that true, i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4761670193703935785?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4761670193703935785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4761670193703935785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4761670193703935785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4761670193703935785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-told-by-friend-this-morning.html' title='i was told by a friend this morning'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5690132210236349419</id><published>2008-07-21T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its peeping Tom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SIRTHwJZ8JI/AAAAAAAAARk/jE6siuQoMsg/s1600-h/125710,1213257879,7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SIRTHwJZ8JI/AAAAAAAAARk/jE6siuQoMsg/s400/125710,1213257879,7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225392860305158290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5690132210236349419?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5690132210236349419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5690132210236349419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5690132210236349419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5690132210236349419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-peeping-tom.html' title='its peeping Tom!'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SIRTHwJZ8JI/AAAAAAAAARk/jE6siuQoMsg/s72-c/125710,1213257879,7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8714767496259750039</id><published>2008-07-10T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SHXbD_7pSRI/AAAAAAAAARc/DKFcP03rILE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SHXbD_7pSRI/AAAAAAAAARc/DKFcP03rILE/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221320204753651986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet rite? yea, he can be really sweet sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staring at this music ball made of wood in Strangelets for more than a week now. i secretly think it has some mesmerising power, which never fails to captivate me EACH time i walk past it. cos seriously, its just a polished wooden ball that plays Mozart. why does it have to cost $195?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8714767496259750039?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8714767496259750039/comments/default' title='Post 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nice colleagues, cosy office, no late nights and still, i'm so looking forward to the weekend. i dread waking up at 8am every morning but to know that i can start my day with a little peck and a brief morning chat with him motivates me to drag my lazy ass and half-asleep brain out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already thinking how i can escape the conventional routine of an architect, restricted by the standard number of hours a day, under the scrutiny of your supervisor or senior colleagues. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving house next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3082665553428759462?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3082665553428759462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3082665553428759462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3082665553428759462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3082665553428759462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-28043289039521167</id><published>2008-05-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:23:50.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasnt just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was laughing, trying to run away from two of my friends who were chasing after me from behind. Somehow we were in the school corridor, and light was filtering in through the strip of windows on my right. I could hear my friends’ laughter echoing their steps and I quickened my pace. A door flashed by and I caught a glimpse of the school guard outside. And suddenly I realized I was not running away from my friends anymore, but from that school guard who had fallen prey to our mischief. My friends finally caught up with me, and like normal teenage girls, we giggled and pushed each other playfully as we headed towards the canteen. I looked at them and I saw that they had no face but somehow it all felt right.&lt;br /&gt;We ran up a flight of steps and past a group of boys who were walking out of the canteen. It was a brief encounter but I caught his eyes, looking at me with a smile which tightened my stomach into a knot I could not comprehend. I smiled back, and quickly ran into the canteen when my cheeks began to burn. The fluttering feeling went away as fast as it came. My friends were already in the queue, deciding what to have for lunch that day. I turned to the corner of the canteen and was surprised to see Sirijit and Wan-tsin, both classmates of mine back in secondary school, looking into the mirrors in the hands. Their faces seemed to glow and shimmer under the light, and as I approached them I noticed they had applied bottles of glitters on their cheeks. They looked pretty, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Honglynn was in front of me, talking away animatedly with dramatic hand gestures, as though she was trying to narrate an incident which occurred to her earlier on. I could not hear her no matter how hard I tried. Nevertheless I was smiling from ear to ear. Then, a familiar posture caught my eye, Robert. He was sitting at a table, eating with that very expression on his face and that very same hairstyle he had back in junior college, always acting as if he did not care about anything else but fun. Our gaze met, and he looked away, ignoring me as usual before I could wave and say hello. Still, I was not hurt by his act. I knew he was really sweet and nice inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was the happiest day. I went back to the past, when life was free of responsibilities and commitments. When boys did not matter and friends were all around, giggling and laughing together. When we used to run around and bump into things and still it did not matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-28043289039521167?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/28043289039521167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=28043289039521167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/28043289039521167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/28043289039521167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-wasnt-just-dream.html' title='it wasnt just a dream'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-7248620611569263426</id><published>2008-05-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:01:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i think i think too much&lt;br /&gt;and upset myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7248620611569263426?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7248620611569263426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5099381050004735779</id><published>2008-05-16T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:35:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does dream define reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;" like how death defines life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;destruction defines creation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;despair defines hope,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desire defines hatred,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and destiny defines freedom "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;sandman volume seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5099381050004735779?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5099381050004735779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5099381050004735779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5099381050004735779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5099381050004735779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-does-dream-define-reality.html' title='how does dream define reality?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1251718409740947187</id><published>2008-04-28T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:38:27.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change is the only constant?</title><content type='html'>it's true that change is inevitable and sometimes it'll catch us off-guard, whether we like it or not, but to say that change is the only constant in life seems pretty much arguable to me, although people around me and myself included have been experiencing a fair amount of changes lately. some may call it the quarter-life crisis, or whatever terms to justify their situations, one thing for sure, change is something everyone is apprehensive of, even when it's for the better. Because it forces us to leave our comfort zones and step into not only a world of uncertainties and doubts but also a world of opportunities and excitements, depending on which coloured lense you decide to put on for the day. as a creature of habit, my pessimistic nature never seemed to lose its dominance over its twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change comes in many forms and sizes, however, regardless of its size, it always manages to create an impact in our lives. Some people who've experienced it are never the same, and i really wonder whether it's occurance is necessary if not needed. whether it's something we can live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if not for change, humans will never learn to adapt and hence survive. so it is something that we cannot live WITHOUT. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i had a little conversation with the almost non-existent optimistic side of me about change. and i had to agree with her that change is NOT the only constant in life. admist its chaotic nature, there are other forces that are seemingly more orderly and constant, like how the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west. how the positive end of a magnet is always attracted to the negative and how the rain always falls from the sky to the ground and how bees are always attracted to honey. for that, we then have something to hold on to when we're experiencing the biggest change in our lives, that would shake us to the core and transform us. its not easy to go through, but just bear in mind that the constants are too, around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1251718409740947187?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1251718409740947187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1251718409740947187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1251718409740947187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1251718409740947187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-is-only-constant.html' title='change is the only constant?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-5842438186647047542</id><published>2008-04-25T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jika dunia&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku dirikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah syurga&lt;br /&gt;Malam tanpa siang&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ku bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang masa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Bertemankan bintang yang setia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagaikan puteri&lt;br /&gt;Kisah khayalan&lt;br /&gt;Yang hidupnya suci dan sempurna&lt;br /&gt;oh...Tapi sayang&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah impian&lt;br /&gt;Bulan tak bisa tumbuh ditaman&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila mentari datang&lt;br /&gt;Pulanglah segala kenyataan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika dunia&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Akan kuhiaskan&lt;br /&gt;Sepasang sayap Putih dan berseri&lt;br /&gt;Untukku kemudi&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang masa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa kecewa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bertemankan bintang yang setia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only wish i could translate this song to english without changing too much of its meaning, but i think no matter what, it'll still be different. so i just didnt bother haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is totally unrelated but it's been happy 9 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192868297349268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SBDGNBTkAyI/AAAAAAAAARM/4NzEC5zt120/s400/PICT8636mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5842438186647047542?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5842438186647047542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5842438186647047542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5842438186647047542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5842438186647047542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/04/jika-dunia-aku-yang-punya-akan-ku.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/SBDGNBTkAyI/AAAAAAAAARM/4NzEC5zt120/s72-c/PICT8636mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6441032760678208494</id><published>2008-04-21T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:43:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why msn is not for family members</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mel-perfect sunday with that perfect someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to change my msn nick 5 minutes later because my aunt decided to send me a msg,&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;hmmm out with tat special someone ya!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i'm beginning to lose the freedom of expressing myself in msn nicks as the number of family members on my list increases from 3 to 20. four days ago, my aunt asked me whether i still have faith in God and three days ago, my godfather added me unto his list. what's next?&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as we're really close as a family, i've never really discussed my personal life be it friends or relationships with any of my family members. Maybe they just want to feel young again and for that i cant blame them. but i also cant deny the discomfort knowing the possibilities of them knowing a little too much than they should. cos family members worry a lot. that's what they do. they worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to ignorance is bliss??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6441032760678208494?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6441032760678208494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6441032760678208494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6441032760678208494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6441032760678208494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-msn-is-not-for-family-members.html' title='why msn is not for family members'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3699843564185846487</id><published>2008-04-12T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:43:17.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Meet me in outer space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could spend the night, watch the earth come up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've grown tired of that place, won't you come with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could start again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on la mel says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinkin abt it&lt;br /&gt;come on la mel says:&lt;br /&gt;my head's really aching&lt;br /&gt;May says:&lt;br /&gt;no la mel.. dun scare yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, don't scare myself. but i'm feeling really restless. i know i shdn't have done it. out of impulse, which is not always a good thing. not my kinda thing. and i worry about the point where everything snaps, whether i've reached or worse, accelerated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me feel like I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better than I ever knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 panels done, 2 more to go but i cant concentrate. my head's being a bitch, aching the whole night away while i wait, hopeful for my phone to beep the 'uh-oh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in outer space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you to see this place, it might be the only way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I can show you how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels to be inside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its his favourite song. and mine.&lt;br /&gt;and then it came ' just forget about it.. its ok'&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are stellar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make me feel like I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its better than I ever knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he replied. i wondered whether i was overreacting to the whole situation, i mean, women are territorial creatures anyway. so its natural for one to get defensive if she fears her territory is invaded, although there will be times that its not really the case. it shows that she cares. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May says:&lt;br /&gt;cos really la mel.. you arent in the wrong..&lt;br /&gt;May says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh i dunno la.. i would had been in a dilemma is i were you too la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;i'm not? am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;come on la mel says:&lt;br /&gt;at least he replied&lt;br /&gt;May says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?Make me feel like I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you do it?Make me feel like I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my head's still aching. i wonder whether its an situational-allergy reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3699843564185846487?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3699843564185846487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3699843564185846487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3699843564185846487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3699843564185846487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-me-in-outer-space-we-could-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-1442712141433572472</id><published>2008-03-29T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:11:20.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past and present</title><content type='html'>today, his past met his present, who may even be his future&lt;br /&gt;and was pleasantly surprised that the present is so sweet and polite&lt;br /&gt;and it was almost impossible not to like her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1442712141433572472?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1442712141433572472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1442712141433572472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1442712141433572472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1442712141433572472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/03/past-and-present.html' title='past and present'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5216843392341538406</id><published>2008-03-26T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:19:23.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does privacy really mean?</title><content type='html'>i'm beginning to find private blogs particularly appealing lately, not that i've been invited to anyone else's but wooimin's, but the mere idea of it somehow makes the blog a little bit more interesting to people who are actually out of the loop. not only does it impart a sense of exclusiveness but also the issue of boundary as in where to draw the line between sharing your thoughts with the world and your circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i ponder, what are the possible reasons for one to privatise his or her blog? is it true that&lt;br /&gt;as one's thoughts get more personal and intimate, the mind also gets more insecure subsequently? hence justifying the need to cut other people from your life? or does the writer has a secret so deep that it becomes a burden to keep it in her heart and blogging becomes a possible channel of release? like a closet of secrets. i find the irony of a privatised blog seemingly amusing, its like another way of saying, 'hey i have a secret, but i'm not telling you what it is'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to another point of whether secrecy is overrated in our society. how many times have we heard of, ' hey, i'm actually not supposed to tell you this, so just pretend you don't know anything' ? the threshold of secrecy is without a doubt, questionable, nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;just look at postsecrets.com and the underlying reason for their popularity and success. that should have given anyone a hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5216843392341538406?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5216843392341538406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5216843392341538406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5216843392341538406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5216843392341538406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-privacy-really-mean.html' title='what does privacy really mean?'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-8454280221046138636</id><published>2008-03-21T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:40:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>and so she said: but the world doesn't revolve around me you see&lt;br /&gt;and then he said: my world does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8454280221046138636?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8454280221046138636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8454280221046138636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8454280221046138636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8454280221046138636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/03/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-4727754841756926493</id><published>2008-03-16T01:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:51.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and more thoughts</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder how can some people be so explicit in expressing their feelings and love towards their partners in blogs, msn nicks and such. reading some of these mushy posts, i find myself smiling at such sweetness i can never portray so publicly. i was watching this episode on october road in which a girl wishes that wormholes and parallel universe really exist, and that there're many other versions of her in other universes doing things she'd never be in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i secretly shared her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe from the way i was brought up, showing affection openly was never a common thing even among immediate family members. and i really wonder how it would feel to be one of those girls who'd admit not only to herself but everyone else in the planet with all the trust in her heart that she's fallen head over heels for a guy, like a blog entry from one of my dearest friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I believe good things come to those who wait.I'll be waiting ...to wake up to your morning kisses and your warm hugs again.Someday.Somewhere.Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such immense optimism, warmth and faith that it scares me a little haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i decided to treat myself to a book after earning a bit from my past freelance jobs. I watched the movie on cinema before and fell in love almost instantly with the simple black and white illustrations which convey so much underlying meanings. a classic example of less is more. unfortunately, the illustrations in the book were more comical and simplistic as compared to the movie. i love it nonetheless :) presenting to you, persepolis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMjankmLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qeiIpeZe1wk/s1600-h/Untitled-4+mod2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178027474149480626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMjankmLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qeiIpeZe1wk/s400/Untitled-4+mod2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMaKnkmKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77uUYqnDlJU/s1600-h/1024-4-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178027315235690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMaKnkmKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77uUYqnDlJU/s400/1024-4-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMM6nkmJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LNo1sJ3Z1go/s1600-h/mp-1024-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178027087602423954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMM6nkmJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LNo1sJ3Z1go/s400/mp-1024-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMGKnkmII/AAAAAAAAAQk/OzMaW6LIMXw/s1600-h/1024-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178026971638306946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMGKnkmII/AAAAAAAAAQk/OzMaW6LIMXw/s400/1024-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wL-KnkmHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WOrR27WcTE0/s1600-h/10-p-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178026834199353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wL-KnkmHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WOrR27WcTE0/s400/10-p-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4727754841756926493?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4727754841756926493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4727754841756926493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4727754841756926493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4727754841756926493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-and-more-thoughts.html' title='thoughts and more thoughts'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R9wMjankmLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qeiIpeZe1wk/s72-c/Untitled-4+mod2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8726379877562071431</id><published>2008-02-24T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8FxQ9rlBcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hQphUrRvXxE/s1600-h/thought+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170538383447229890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8FxQ9rlBcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hQphUrRvXxE/s400/thought+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8726379877562071431?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8726379877562071431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8726379877562071431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8726379877562071431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8726379877562071431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8FxQ9rlBcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hQphUrRvXxE/s72-c/thought+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8798691855401158882</id><published>2008-02-24T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8BuedrlBaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q6ZI4RsGu48/s1600-h/stellar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8BuedrlBaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q6ZI4RsGu48/s400/stellar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170253841863869858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his artwork, haha, which never failed to make me smile. happy 7th baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, my tutor replied to my email regarding my topic for dissertation and it brightened up my day to know that my topic does not sound stupid to him and he's willing to work with me if i'm interested to choose him as my supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Melannie,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are going out next year but you may always work with me for the dissertation. The topics that you suggested falls into my research. (I did not present my entire scope of research in the lecture.) Two topics seem related as the Diagram that you are talking about is a particular one that works as generative force in terms of design. Please contact me if you are interested in -- we can discuss on the reference that you can start reading.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Best      &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tsuto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8798691855401158882?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8798691855401158882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8798691855401158882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8798691855401158882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8798691855401158882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/02/stellar.html' title='stellar'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R8BuedrlBaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q6ZI4RsGu48/s72-c/stellar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-7910480953026338310</id><published>2008-02-20T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:56:44.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passion</title><content type='html'>i was watching IHG soccer finals between TH and EH this evening when this word kept popping in my mind every now and then as i watched the players playing their hearts out on the field. The expression on their faces spelt p-a-s-s-i-o-n and for a moment i was struck by the immense intensity and determination displayed. and i tried recalling the last time i had such great passion for something. the time when i knew what i truly wanted and how to strive for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion makes people put a test to their limits. it makes people discover new boundaries they never knew existed and it keeps the adrenaline going. passion is highly contagious when you're at the highest point and it bonds people who share it together. however, once you've reached that peak, you'll realise that passion is something that needs to be fed constantly. and if you dont have what it takes to keep going, it will suck the energy out of you and leave you gasping for air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the bottom line is that i really marvel at these people who are capable of sustaining their passion throughout. at the same time i'm also distraught by the fact that i'm now jaded by the very same thing i was so passionate about a few years back. and how do i find my way back to it. and what if i dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7910480953026338310?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7910480953026338310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=7910480953026338310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7910480953026338310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7910480953026338310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/02/passion.html' title='passion'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-1445558468803796220</id><published>2008-02-12T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:51.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horse + zebra =</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R7CLVNrlBYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/prXv-107pQQ/s1600-h/0102090491100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R7CLVNrlBYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/prXv-107pQQ/s400/0102090491100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165781969159914882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R7CLVtrlBZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LB6AnaQ6sZo/s1600-h/0102090491400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R7CLVtrlBZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LB6AnaQ6sZo/s400/0102090491400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165781977749849490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these images are not photoshopped, if you're wondering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1445558468803796220?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1445558468803796220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1445558468803796220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1445558468803796220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1445558468803796220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/02/horse-zebra.html' title='horse + zebra ='/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R7CLVNrlBYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/prXv-107pQQ/s72-c/0102090491100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5861258617375565000</id><published>2008-01-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R6Hpvh9ya-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/REDaxfF_V3M/s1600-h/my+sweet+little+baby+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R6Hpvh9ya-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/REDaxfF_V3M/s400/my+sweet+little+baby+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161663650723949538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5861258617375565000?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5861258617375565000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5861258617375565000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5861258617375565000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5861258617375565000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-of-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R6Hpvh9ya-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/REDaxfF_V3M/s72-c/my+sweet+little+baby+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-601308167134437621</id><published>2008-01-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:20:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my online portfolio can be found at</title><content type='html'>http://freelancethesign.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in the middle of posting up all my projects cos school's been a little too busy these few weeks. Hope you guys can take a look at it and please feel free to drop any comments. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-601308167134437621?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/601308167134437621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=601308167134437621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/601308167134437621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/601308167134437621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-online-portfolio-can-be-found-at.html' title='my online portfolio can be found at'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5122931670760338939</id><published>2008-01-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:15:03.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new year</title><content type='html'>i realised this blog has been dead for quite a while now. Sometimes i feel like i have so much to say to everyone but once i sign in into blogspot, my mind turns blank and i either end up closing the window or try churning out a few words to describe what i'm feelin at that moment. Perhaps writing is really not my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,a happy new year to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, some people see the brand new year as an opportunity to try new things, to make amends, to find someone new etc but i see it as how i see all the previous years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'its just another year'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..its the pessimist talking again. Not that my last year was bad or anything, i just feel that sometimes its a little overrated. Certainly you do not need a brand new year to make new resolutions or set new goals in life, do you. The 1st of january 2008 was not any different from the 31st of december 2007, being 24 hours apart from each other. Maybe that is why i stopped making new year resolutions and started making just resolutions, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been good to me so far, despite a few bitter intances along the way. I have great friends, family and achievements, and most importantly that someone special who loves and cares for me always. So i can say i'm pretty happy and contented with my life, although i know it can be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i'm planning to start another blog real soon and it's solely for building up my design portfolio. If any of you guys know of someone who needs freelance designer, please please recommend me! i'll post the address once i have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5122931670760338939?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5122931670760338939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5122931670760338939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5122931670760338939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5122931670760338939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2008/01/brand-new-year.html' title='brand new year'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-4924648525428625997</id><published>2007-11-28T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:52.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R00Lk8v4-QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lLEYPUPNVGo/s1600-h/surreal-art-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R00Lk8v4-QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lLEYPUPNVGo/s400/surreal-art-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137775479309793538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"row,   row,   row   your   boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gently   down   the   stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merrily,   merrily,    merrily,   merrily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life   is   but   a   dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.vladimirkush.com/editions.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4924648525428625997?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4924648525428625997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4924648525428625997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4924648525428625997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4924648525428625997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/11/current.html' title='current'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R00Lk8v4-QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lLEYPUPNVGo/s72-c/surreal-art-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-383904342050383865</id><published>2007-11-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the appeal of the surreal returns.. (it never left actually)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0aupsv4-PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YAcJ7yytXbc/s1600-h/mother+nature+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother Nature 1&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0aupsv4-PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YAcJ7yytXbc/s1600-h/mother+nature+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0aupsv4-PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YAcJ7yytXbc/s400/mother+nature+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135984456472525042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Have I Become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0augcv4-OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/99AB0FpVD2Y/s1600-h/what+have+i+become.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0augcv4-OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/99AB0FpVD2Y/s400/what+have+i+become.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135984297558735074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lombergar.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-383904342050383865?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/383904342050383865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=383904342050383865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/383904342050383865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/383904342050383865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/11/mother-nature-1-what-have-i-become.html' title='the appeal of the surreal returns.. (it never left actually)'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0aupsv4-PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YAcJ7yytXbc/s72-c/mother+nature+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2763437891359695151</id><published>2007-11-22T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhibition at vivo city- exploring architecture, design and technology in switzerland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rovcv4-JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TyJg_nRG5XE/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happened to notice this exhibition from switzerland in vivo today and i must say,&lt;br /&gt;the designs  displayed were really cool! some were pretty conceptual and non-structural&lt;br /&gt;but heck with all the structure and detail and buildability shit.. these models were really&lt;br /&gt;inspiring, at least to me. some of them had the spatial quality i've been trying damn hard &lt;br /&gt;to create in my designs &lt;br /&gt;over the past few years.. no, even better actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my spaces pale in comparison to theirs. no where close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i only had my phone with me, so the photos arent very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw joseph lim there too, so engrossed in taking photos of the models that he didnt hear me shouting his name. when he finally heard me, he turned to me and said, "i think we should start getting rid of our conventional studios, &lt;br /&gt;and start getting more of these kind of workshops in. what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told him,"sir, this is already my fourth year. should've done that earlier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these are some of the models exhibited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rovcv4-JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TyJg_nRG5XE/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135344639489407122" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rovcv4-JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TyJg_nRG5XE/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of their exploration models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RodMv4-II/AAAAAAAAAOU/4zYptyiSpIw/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RodMv4-II/AAAAAAAAAOU/4zYptyiSpIw/s400/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135344325956794498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;simple only from the outside&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RodMv4-II/AAAAAAAAAOU/4zYptyiSpIw/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RoQcv4-HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mwCgJ8m6HjQ/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RoQcv4-HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mwCgJ8m6HjQ/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135344106913462386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rn-cv4-GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IERk5hWYJq8/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rn-cv4-GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IERk5hWYJq8/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135343797675817058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exploration of forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rnvsv4-FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fS1OxRGSeNk/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rnvsv4-FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fS1OxRGSeNk/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135343544272746578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiajie said this model  was so nice that even he had to take a photo of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RnP8v4-EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/N4RZjUNYPlw/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RnP8v4-EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/N4RZjUNYPlw/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135342998811899970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two models are my favourite, never seen any like these in NUS before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RnAMv4-DI/AAAAAAAAANs/EEjRYY0vqUg/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RnAMv4-DI/AAAAAAAAANs/EEjRYY0vqUg/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135342728228960306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rmi8v4-CI/AAAAAAAAANk/tOu4lM6DIjg/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rmi8v4-CI/AAAAAAAAANk/tOu4lM6DIjg/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135342225717786658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RmP8v4-BI/AAAAAAAAANc/ljRM0CZ3PIQ/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0RmP8v4-BI/AAAAAAAAANc/ljRM0CZ3PIQ/s400/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135341899300272146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rl-8v4-AI/AAAAAAAAANU/IDI_Odj5Umk/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rl-8v4-AI/AAAAAAAAANU/IDI_Odj5Umk/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135341607242496002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rl0cv49_I/AAAAAAAAANM/RD7au0zltdM/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Rl0cv49_I/AAAAAAAAANM/RD7au0zltdM/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135341426853869554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool stuff heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2763437891359695151?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2763437891359695151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2763437891359695151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1104403257233178305</id><published>2007-11-20T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>use me to climb to the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0HD0cv49-I/AAAAAAAAANE/74URZIl_iAw/s1600-h/PICT8794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0HD0cv49-I/AAAAAAAAANE/74URZIl_iAw/s400/PICT8794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600356016748514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0HDqMv499I/AAAAAAAAAM8/YcP1u2GCuV0/s1600-h/PICT8797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0HDqMv499I/AAAAAAAAAM8/YcP1u2GCuV0/s400/PICT8797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600179923089362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1104403257233178305?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1104403257233178305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1104403257233178305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1104403257233178305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1104403257233178305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/11/use-me-to-climb-to-top.html' title='use me to climb to the top'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0HD0cv49-I/AAAAAAAAANE/74URZIl_iAw/s72-c/PICT8794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6197419871632618425</id><published>2007-11-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dog came to life</title><content type='html'>was walking around in Orchard a couple of days ago when i saw this event held in front of Taka by the SPCA. so me being a dog-lover wouldnt miss a chance of looking at all the dogs they have there. it was the highlight of my day when i saw a really beautiful golden retriever and a husky sitting side-by-side. That's like my ultimate dream come true as they're both my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a while, i got bored with all the spca ppl trying to preach about abandoned pets and all and decided to walk away. and that's when i saw him (well, could be her too, i didnt check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Fxhcv497I/AAAAAAAAAMs/DS_qUGf4fL8/s1600-h/10-11-07_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0Fxhcv497I/AAAAAAAAAMs/DS_qUGf4fL8/s400/10-11-07_1522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134509869645756338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the resemblance was just too striking. the size, colour, height and tail. and to note that my dog was not &lt;br /&gt;a pure breed of any kind. i felt as though my dog came to life and there he was,&lt;br /&gt;standing in front of me, waiting to be hugged. and i got pretty emotional when it struck me how much i missed him. and no matter what, i'll never be able to get him back. i cursed the neighbour again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is a picture of my late dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/R0FzTcv498I/AAAAAAAAAM0/P1FI63tSabQ/s400/pict0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134511828150843330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they might be really similar physically but i'll never forget the way he used to look at me, with that innocent expression on his face and of course the bond we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forgive me for this cheesy post, i'm feeling all emotional again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6197419871632618425?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>its the 2nd mel</title><content type='html'>date: 3rd november 2006&lt;br /&gt;action: pasted a hand-drawn birthday card on  her door, happy birthday wong!!&lt;br /&gt;reaction: MEL! my birthday is on the 2nd! not 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 1st november 2007&lt;br /&gt;action: called  her at 12 am sharp, happy birthday wong!!&lt;br /&gt;reaction: MEL! omg.. please call me back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously, what's with me and the 2nd of november?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'happy birthday best friend :) '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4187468150130757823?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4187468150130757823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5929961154488155664</id><published>2007-10-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:01:28.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i cant get out my head</title><content type='html'>two days ago, i attended my secondary school gathering to meet one of my friends who was on a visit in singapore. so people started to talk and catch up, you know the usual stuff, and one of my classmates whom i havent seen since the last day of school in mg asked me what course i was in. so this was how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: and you.. how are you? havent heard from you for ages&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.. yea.. i'm ok.. what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;her: oh.. i graduated from (&lt;i&gt; i forgot where&lt;/i&gt;) and i'm currently doing some research-based project in the biopolis&lt;br /&gt;me: oh wow.. that's really cool&lt;br /&gt;her: so what about you?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, i'm still studying&lt;br /&gt;her: yea.. i mean what are you studying&lt;br /&gt;me: oh haha.. erm i'm doing architecture&lt;br /&gt;her: architecture?? oh wow..&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;i&gt;smiles&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;her: like who does architecture now rite!&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;i&gt;smiles......&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i still cant tell whether she was being sarcastic or genuinely impressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5929961154488155664?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5929961154488155664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5929961154488155664&amp;isPopup=true' 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like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RyIiqUAJouI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ktDSmWF7wOg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RyIiqUAJouI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ktDSmWF7wOg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125697436220236514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok without taking into consideration that i cant pose for nuts and i dont look half as good as her haha&lt;br /&gt;but its definitely cool&lt;br /&gt;even if its the groom in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submission's in 15days-22hours-and-30minutes' time&lt;br /&gt;so please, eat and shop and play all you want for now&lt;br /&gt;cos after this its just purely work and haggard-looking faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RxzenHnN1tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jlhRpP4HRiI/s400/11102007727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215239680579282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 3rd honey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4958688971705958318?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4958688971705958318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4958688971705958318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4958688971705958318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RxjPYHnN1rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hd_L9hEHrmw/s1600-h/PICT8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RxjPYHnN1rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hd_L9hEHrmw/s400/PICT8540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123072589401282226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4357910857784022944?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4357910857784022944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4357910857784022944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>take a break</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel my life passes me by too quickly&lt;br /&gt;and i hardly have the chance to stop and catch up with my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i look around me only to see how  others are taking it slow&lt;br /&gt;enjoying every step, every phase, making me yearn to lead their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is mine to create&lt;br /&gt;and mine to destroy&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even tell whether i've done one or the other&lt;br /&gt;because i simply choose not to have the time&lt;br /&gt;to step back and evaluate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here i am&lt;br /&gt;admist all the deadlines and submissions&lt;br /&gt;feeling nothing but regret that i've made  my path this way&lt;br /&gt;and whether it is time for me to just&lt;br /&gt;take a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying away from all of you is more difficult than i thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3113752939473015308?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3113752939473015308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3113752939473015308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3113752939473015308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3113752939473015308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-break.html' title='take a break'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-5313265073833709791</id><published>2007-09-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:56.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how now brown cow- in singapore!</title><content type='html'>yep.. it has been my nick on msn for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;looking at all the photos posted up by those who went on exchange, it is IMPOSSIBLE not to feel sore for being stuck here.. on this tiny tiny island with no barcelona pavilion, calatrava bridges, sydney opera house or gothic cathedrals watsoever. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why didnt my parents allow me to go for exchange, why oh why cant i be just a little richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's worse, there's just so much to be done that most of us are basically stuck in studio.. yes our lovely studio. but i guess we as architecture students have to make the most of what we have and enjoy our time spent or the suicide rates might just shoot up high high above the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did a little travelling during this break despite the amount of work we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpPJHnN1qI/AAAAAAAAAME/AkcNSvV8S4E/s1600-h/n227701354_209022_7307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpPJHnN1qI/AAAAAAAAAME/AkcNSvV8S4E/s400/n227701354_209022_7307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487344913569442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAY ONE! Blur Building by Diller and Scofido, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpPCXnN1pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HuNhJPLCilc/s1600-h/n227701354_209023_7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpPCXnN1pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HuNhJPLCilc/s400/n227701354_209023_7588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487228949452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAY TWO! Guggenheim Museum by Gehry, Bilbao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpO63nN1oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_X-uOoUw7Fk/s1600-h/n227701354_209024_7929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpO63nN1oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_X-uOoUw7Fk/s400/n227701354_209024_7929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487100100433538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAY THREE! The Louvre Entrance by IM Pei, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpO1XnN1nI/AAAAAAAAALs/UPuaG2OQv7w/s1600-h/n227701354_209026_8518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpO1XnN1nI/AAAAAAAAALs/UPuaG2OQv7w/s400/n227701354_209026_8518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487005611153010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAY FOUR! Kimbell Museum by Louis Kahn, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpOvHnN1mI/AAAAAAAAALk/ouTGICUJrRg/s1600-h/n227701354_209028_5652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpOvHnN1mI/AAAAAAAAALk/ouTGICUJrRg/s400/n227701354_209028_5652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486898236970594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAY FIVE! Burj Al Arab, Dubai -Wow were we exhausted by today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5313265073833709791?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5313265073833709791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5313265073833709791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5313265073833709791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5313265073833709791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-now-brown-cow-in-singapore.html' title='how now brown cow- in singapore!'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RvpPJHnN1qI/AAAAAAAAAME/AkcNSvV8S4E/s72-c/n227701354_209022_7307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6979743731987725159</id><published>2007-09-04T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i have eyebags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/Rt15Rin3ztI/AAAAAAAAALE/a439atM4t4U/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106370894766788306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/Rt15Rin3ztI/AAAAAAAAALE/a439atM4t4U/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6979743731987725159?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6979743731987725159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6979743731987725159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6979743731987725159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6979743731987725159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-i-have-eyebags.html' title='why i have eyebags'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/Rt15Rin3ztI/AAAAAAAAALE/a439atM4t4U/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2226161378034747863</id><published>2007-08-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:32:22.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 10 days to the first interim crit</title><content type='html'>and i have NOTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2226161378034747863?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2226161378034747863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2226161378034747863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2226161378034747863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2226161378034747863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-10-days-to-first-interim-crit.html' title='its 10 days to the first interim crit'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-8181062836793570125</id><published>2007-08-30T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a world where turtles no longer swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtWdain3zsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMQudsnzwAo/s1600-h/222717HmPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104158831990525634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtWdain3zsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMQudsnzwAo/s400/222717HmPL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtWdain3zsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMQudsnzwAo/s1600-h/222717HmPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8181062836793570125?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8181062836793570125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8181062836793570125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8181062836793570125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8181062836793570125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-world-where-turtles-no-longer-swim.html' title='in a world where turtles no longer swim'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtWdain3zsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LMQudsnzwAo/s72-c/222717HmPL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-7586343679735963665</id><published>2007-08-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a belated birthday 'dinner'- chocolate buffet at fullerton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtQAuSn3zrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YqHKThGI7A4/s1600-h/IMG_3885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103705072990670514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtQAuSn3zrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YqHKThGI7A4/s400/IMG_3885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtQAPyn3zqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iOODwnMuXEs/s1600-h/IMG_3901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103704549004660386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtQAPyn3zqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iOODwnMuXEs/s400/IMG_3901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the wine tasted really gd with chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_2in3zpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JqLAgTv49zY/s1600-h/IMG_3893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103704115212963474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_2in3zpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JqLAgTv49zY/s400/IMG_3893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i enjoyed this the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_oyn3zoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q2eW6lcc1bw/s1600-h/PICT8325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103703878989762178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_oyn3zoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q2eW6lcc1bw/s400/PICT8325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got sick of strawberry in chocolate after tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_byn3znI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TTBKZH4b6d0/s1600-h/PICT8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103703655651462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_byn3znI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TTBKZH4b6d0/s400/PICT8326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; someone cant resist to dig in before i could take a decent picture of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_Lyn3zmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8X8sZplaSzI/s1600-h/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103703380773555810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP_Lyn3zmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8X8sZplaSzI/s400/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so many to choose from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP-hSn3zlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GRavHcodbnI/s1600-h/PICT8342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103702650629115474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtP-hSn3zlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GRavHcodbnI/s400/PICT8342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a hug at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-7586343679735963665?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/7586343679735963665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=7586343679735963665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7586343679735963665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/7586343679735963665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/belated-birthday-dinner-chocolate.html' title='a belated birthday &apos;dinner&apos;- chocolate buffet at fullerton'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RtQAuSn3zrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YqHKThGI7A4/s72-c/IMG_3885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1945227399104034050</id><published>2007-08-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:57.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the T.H.I.E.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RsRdqin3zeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z6eirZszgz8/s1600-h/9+then+came+mr+cool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099303663520173538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RsRdqin3zeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z6eirZszgz8/s400/9+then+came+mr+cool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1945227399104034050?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1945227399104034050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1945227399104034050&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1945227399104034050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1945227399104034050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/thief.html' title='the T.H.I.E.F'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RsRdqin3zeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z6eirZszgz8/s72-c/9+then+came+mr+cool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6715883132382237093</id><published>2007-08-05T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gift for my uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrXlySJOlCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0MFWMxTiXXk/s1600-h/CA7AOBRXa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095231205466346530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrXlySJOlCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0MFWMxTiXXk/s400/CA7AOBRXa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's where he grew up&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it means a lot to him since it's alrd been torn down&lt;br /&gt;havent drew in ages so this was pretty difficult, it took me 3 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6715883132382237093?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6715883132382237093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6715883132382237093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6715883132382237093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6715883132382237093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/gift-for-my-uncle.html' title='a gift for my uncle'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrXlySJOlCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0MFWMxTiXXk/s72-c/CA7AOBRXa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-343133678412460172</id><published>2007-08-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:57.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he was nothing but loyal to me</title><content type='html'>and yet i wasnt there with him during his very last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrNXASJOlBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2xlDODzkeYI/s1600-h/030807compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094511265868321810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrNXASJOlBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2xlDODzkeYI/s400/030807compressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the 'person' who whacked half the life out of my dog only to let him suffer days after, I WISH THE SAME HAPPENS TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-343133678412460172?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/343133678412460172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=343133678412460172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/343133678412460172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/343133678412460172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-was-nothing-but-loyal-to-me.html' title='he was nothing but loyal to me'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RrNXASJOlBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2xlDODzkeYI/s72-c/030807compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1230470638652054494</id><published>2007-07-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:55:10.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia and the club of doom- the collapse of the Islamic countries</title><content type='html'>yes, that's the title of the book i'm reading at the moment ( i have my geeky moments) and to be frank, i'm surprised that this book is not banned in Malaysia since the author (who's a muslim) wrote nothing else but the helpless and backward state of the Muslims everywhere and how much hatred they have towards the non-muslims. hmm, maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;considering that these views are coming from a muslim himself, it really spiced things up a little as he freely condems how the religious scholars misintepreted the quran and made ridiculous rules based on it. below is a comment written by a non-muslim observer which the author has included in his book, bear with me, its really pretty interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bug really wanted to fly out into the beautiful garden but instead the bug only moved around the periphery of the section to which it had become attached. Then it would crawl diagonally, fly in desperation only to crash against the deceptive transparency of the glass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bug was obviously a prisoner of his frame of reference. If freedom was his object, an escape passage was readily accessible at the bottom of the window. But not able to question his instinct and bereft of reason, his behaviour became blinded to his real options. He ended up in frustration, fury and futility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the bug the Muslims are caught up in the limitations of their own frame of reference. The Muslims are squandering resources in wealth, manpower and human energy in a misguided quest for Islamic development, Islamic power, Islamic influence and maybe Islamic conquest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to spark off anything here but i really admire the author's courage for writing a book which reveals all the weaknesses and problems of his own religion. Like i said earlier, I'm really surprised they havent conducted a mass burning of this publication. Maybe Malaysia is moving forward after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1230470638652054494?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1230470638652054494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1230470638652054494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1230470638652054494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1230470638652054494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/07/malaysia-and-club-of-doom-collapse-of.html' title='Malaysia and the club of doom- the collapse of the Islamic countries'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8524865943973371913</id><published>2007-07-17T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:07:13.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of miserable posts!</title><content type='html'>too many of them lately and its making me feel pathetic haha&lt;br /&gt;3 days to end of work!&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8524865943973371913?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6343586574383479535</id><published>2007-07-11T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:38:42.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for a split second</title><content type='html'>i felt that nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;nothing's ever happened&lt;br /&gt;and i was living in the past once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6343586574383479535?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6343586574383479535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6343586574383479535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6343586574383479535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6343586574383479535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-for-split-second.html' title='just for a split second'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-1713384380825456271</id><published>2007-07-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory's the most difficult company to live with</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEIF4-hNiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8RU0fcU-lUw/s1600-h/PICT8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084854351564977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEIF4-hNiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8RU0fcU-lUw/s320/PICT8190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEH7Y-hNhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5U1-K3hC2Xs/s1600-h/PICT8196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084854171176351250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEH7Y-hNhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5U1-K3hC2Xs/s320/PICT8196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEHsY-hNgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N4xZtbQtri4/s1600-h/PICT8192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084853913478313474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEHsY-hNgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N4xZtbQtri4/s320/PICT8192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there were 5 of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only one was left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-1713384380825456271?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/1713384380825456271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=1713384380825456271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1713384380825456271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/1713384380825456271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/07/memorys-most-difficult-company-to-live.html' title='memory&apos;s the most difficult company to live with'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RpEIF4-hNiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8RU0fcU-lUw/s72-c/PICT8190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-4933328678061605070</id><published>2007-06-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:58.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jun left today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RoPpg4-hNcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Hx8wBEBCNuo/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081161555863745986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RoPpg4-hNcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Hx8wBEBCNuo/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'nuff said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4933328678061605070?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RoPpg4-hNcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Hx8wBEBCNuo/s72-c/IMG_1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-3684685561510782449</id><published>2007-06-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:39:58.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey, i'm pretty free today. Maybe today i can finally help one of the landscape architects and learn how they design. after all, that's what i wanted to do this break.. yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel: Hi XXX, i'm free the whole day today. Do you need help cos I heard from another       &lt;br /&gt;         intern that you have a lot of projects goin on concurrently at the moment&lt;br /&gt;xxx: oh.. um yea.. let me think of something for you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx: do you know how to use photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;mel: yep&lt;br /&gt;xxx: you know how to cut?&lt;br /&gt;mel: yep&lt;br /&gt;xxx: ok.. good. i need you to help me cut out all THESE different types of trees in THESE &lt;br /&gt;         folders. i might need them in future&lt;br /&gt;mel: all? okay..&lt;br /&gt;xxx: sorry i know its a boring job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more like brainless to death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ppl, if you need trees in your project, you know who to look for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3684685561510782449?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3684685561510782449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3684685561510782449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3684685561510782449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3684685561510782449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-at-work.html' title='a day at work'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6315981566131583332</id><published>2007-05-31T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:58:18.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once in your life you find someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will turn your world around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring you up when you're feelin' down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6315981566131583332?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6315981566131583332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6315981566131583332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6315981566131583332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6315981566131583332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/05/heaven.html' title='heaven'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-5989856921274694419</id><published>2007-05-03T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu ann in singapore</title><content type='html'>yep.. eu ann came to visit a few days ago and it's really good to know that we're still the same on the inside after being apart for 3 years or so. still as crazy and retarded as ever heh haha.&lt;br /&gt;to the other malaccans who're reading this, its YOUR turn now to come and see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnE2doKigI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3b9yvCyPeys/s1600-h/PICT7401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060292096272534018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnE2doKigI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3b9yvCyPeys/s400/PICT7401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnEsdoKifI/AAAAAAAAAHc/49Li5u48Hdg/s1600-h/PICT7432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291924473842162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnEsdoKifI/AAAAAAAAAHc/49Li5u48Hdg/s400/PICT7432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnEZNoKieI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wpKjZb-pRMY/s1600-h/PICT7392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291593761360354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnEZNoKieI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wpKjZb-pRMY/s400/PICT7392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5989856921274694419?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5989856921274694419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5989856921274694419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5989856921274694419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5989856921274694419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu-ann-in-singapore.html' title='eu ann in singapore'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjnE2doKigI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3b9yvCyPeys/s72-c/PICT7401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5588094687999837107</id><published>2007-04-30T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peacock</title><content type='html'>its a freelance job recommended by my tutor for a friend of his who's opening a new shop selling cuisine somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Her theme was peranakan so i decided to choose the combination of gold and black, which is pretty different from the other colourful floral designs she's planning to have.&lt;br /&gt;wanted it to stand out a little, at the same time not clashing with the other patterns&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 full days to finish it, almost broke my neck&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she will be too haha.&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep my fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjTqcNoKicI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YcacbWXCowA/s1600-h/peacock+rescaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjTqcNoKicI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YcacbWXCowA/s400/peacock+rescaled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058926051859270082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i bet you can see where i got the inspiration from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5588094687999837107?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5588094687999837107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5588094687999837107&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5588094687999837107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5588094687999837107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/peacock.html' title='peacock'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjTqcNoKicI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YcacbWXCowA/s72-c/peacock+rescaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-2689997737997295924</id><published>2007-04-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:59.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonders of nature</title><content type='html'>so pure and beautiful               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjMUOdoKibI/AAAAAAAAAG8/exPYFJ7F9iA/s1600-h/white+peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RjMUOdoKibI/AAAAAAAAAG8/exPYFJ7F9iA/s400/white+peacock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058409045171014066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-2689997737997295924?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/2689997737997295924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=2689997737997295924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2689997737997295924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/2689997737997295924'/><link rel='alternate' 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familiar. then i realised i've seen them before at the bus stop not too long ago. one of them was chinese, the other two being malay and indian. seeing them walking and chit chatting among themselves made me feel like i was part of some advertisement on racial harmony day haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the last time i saw them, the malay and the indian were trying to trick the chinese into taking a small bite from a tree branch, lying to him that the branch had medicinal value. after minutes of persuassion, the chinese finally succumbed to it and spat out the chunk of wood in his mouth after realising it was merely a joke. i couldnt help laughing along. they're just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the indian was teaching both the chinese and the malay how to say a set of numbers in tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only life can always be that simple :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4867505373642120578?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4867505373642120578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4867505373642120578&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4867505373642120578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4867505373642120578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-old-men.html' title='3 old men'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-4317509337209839987</id><published>2007-04-24T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:38:09.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's horrible that i got picked for RIBA</title><content type='html'>but its also comforting to hear so many well wishes from all of you&lt;br /&gt;especially those who offered to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no religious person but i know that the gesture is definitely something worth remembering in the mind and the heart&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-4317509337209839987?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/4317509337209839987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=4317509337209839987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4317509337209839987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/4317509337209839987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-horrible-that-i-got-picked-for-riba.html' title='it&apos;s horrible that i got picked for RIBA'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-6374969425422418311</id><published>2007-04-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:59.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poser</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055866587268710034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="373" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RioL373q_pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cPVt_UBR7YQ/s400/PICT7331a.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;ok i admit i look pretty poser in this shot but!&lt;br /&gt;i was basically trying to show the new pair of shades i bought today&lt;br /&gt;and i'm extremely happy with it cos...&lt;br /&gt;its CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes i'm a cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-6374969425422418311?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/6374969425422418311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=6374969425422418311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6374969425422418311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/6374969425422418311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/poser.html' title='poser'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RioL373q_pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cPVt_UBR7YQ/s72-c/PICT7331a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-5969075306236481207</id><published>2007-04-17T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:12:27.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress is a bad thing</title><content type='html'>whatever the cause is, stress is definitely a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;it made me raise my voice when i was talkin to my mum and i feel like SHIT now.&lt;br /&gt;and what's worse, my mum was actually not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress makes one feel that perhaps going to Bali isnt the best of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes one feel tired to resolve whatever that's needed to be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes one stop going for studio sessions and give up on submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes one feel like quitting architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its really depressing to see after years of working together, they decided to give up and just leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who have really high expectation of me, i suggest that you guys stop. cos at the end of the day, when you realise i cant fulfill your expectations, you'll be disappointed and you'll let it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll affect me deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-5969075306236481207?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/5969075306236481207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=5969075306236481207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5969075306236481207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/5969075306236481207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/stress-is-bad-thing.html' title='stress is a bad thing'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</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-19981117.post-3167449985055363496</id><published>2007-04-15T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:59.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another submission over</title><content type='html'>yep submission's finally over and i've been sleeping non-stop after that. in fact i'm feeling sleepy at the very moment i'm typing this. anyway, the semester had been pretty fun i must say, despite all the expected stress from work. now that it's over, it's time to start applying for internships during the holidays haha and feel tired all over again working. Aki people always has this distinct look caused by our hectic schedule. you can recognise it even from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok la, in short i meant aki people are always so haggard looking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for my friends who have no idea what i was busy with this whole semester, i posted a few photos of my project. its a theatre for asian marionette. the model is not 100% complete (no trees and stairs) but i'm too lazy to finish it. so i'm just hoping the crit tutors wouldnt notice it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053563385612743554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHdH9FeM4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5U4CqvrD5nw/s320/PICT7267black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHc-9FeM3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/dY2Cpmb-ay8/s1600-h/PICT7272+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053563230993920882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHc-9FeM3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/dY2Cpmb-ay8/s320/PICT7272+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053563063490196322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHc1NFeM2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OC2nGnE7bvc/s320/PICT7263black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHcp9FeM1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cpbsSTneZsQ/s1600-h/PICT7269black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053562870216667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHcp9FeM1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cpbsSTneZsQ/s320/PICT7269black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is my favourite panel out of the 6 we're required to produce. green is my new obsession!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053566018427696050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHfhNFeM7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QAUkFd7ZD0I/s400/6th+panel+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;crit's tomorrow and i hope it'll go well for everyone. all the best peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-3167449985055363496?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/3167449985055363496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=3167449985055363496&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3167449985055363496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/3167449985055363496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-submission-over.html' title='another submission over'/><author><name>precious thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865590443801282725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR-cl11vsgc/RiHdH9FeM4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5U4CqvrD5nw/s72-c/PICT7267black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19981117.post-8414021165153861080</id><published>2007-04-11T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:17:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm happy! that</title><content type='html'>1) the colour of my prints turned out well the second time round!&lt;br /&gt;2) i did my laundry (although i kinda tore the laundry bag) and cleaned my room!&lt;br /&gt;3) i cut my nails!&lt;br /&gt;4)submission's 50% over! hence one step closer to freedom!&lt;br /&gt;5) i'll be going to the zoo or night safari with mandy too! haha after the submission for models on friday!&lt;br /&gt;6) i'll be eating good food again and not see the caterer's face in hall!&lt;br /&gt;7) i'll be watching grey's anatomy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuh.. exclaiming can be pretty tiring sometimes haha&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19981117-8414021165153861080?l=itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/feeds/8414021165153861080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19981117&amp;postID=8414021165153861080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8414021165153861080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19981117/posts/default/8414021165153861080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itissohardtofindaname.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-happy-that.html' title='i&apos;m happy! 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