<?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-28637171</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:57:50.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-7859127163578296381</id><published>2009-11-18T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:47:52.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwannies.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://kwannies.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/28637171-7859127163578296381?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7859127163578296381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7859127163578296381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7859127163578296381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7859127163578296381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/11/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5563045564758994816</id><published>2009-09-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:42:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know...&lt;br /&gt;there are times when you feel that once you are in a cycle,&lt;br /&gt;its very hard to break out of it...&lt;br /&gt;the pain, the heartache, the many many things...&lt;br /&gt;you know they hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;but you can't seem to break out of it...&lt;br /&gt;you might want to, tried to, do everything you want...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;you are stuck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;very disturbed by this video.&lt;br /&gt;i shall just let the video talk for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj9x6kUJX98&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj9x6kUJX98&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5563045564758994816?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5563045564758994816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5563045564758994816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5563045564758994816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5563045564758994816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7237601094024091862</id><published>2009-09-04T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:33:32.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List of food my incredible dog likes=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SqD5qX1RTMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ckm4f75DjLI/s1600-h/Act+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SqD5qX1RTMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ckm4f75DjLI/s200/Act+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377572461427641538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bread coated with BUTTER...&lt;br /&gt;(FULLY COVERED)&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't covered with butter,&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't eat the part at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apple&lt;br /&gt;(cut into bite-sized bits)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;if it is HUGE,&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;even if he wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bitter gourd&lt;br /&gt;(boiled, soft)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;he likes it...&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;i dislike it to the MAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grapes&lt;br /&gt;(without skin)&lt;br /&gt;you must take out the skin&lt;br /&gt;if not...&lt;br /&gt;he will REJECT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things he doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SqD2nVSBb0I/AAAAAAAAAko/gr84BfIs4F0/s1600-h/Dao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SqD2nVSBb0I/AAAAAAAAAko/gr84BfIs4F0/s200/Dao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377569110668439362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BATHING&lt;br /&gt;reject beyond reject.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;but neither does he like being smelly and dirty and ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He doesn't like to drink water&lt;br /&gt;even when forced...&lt;br /&gt;He is soo irritating because of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating main meals&lt;br /&gt;he is spoilt to the extent of needing us to feed him piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;how irritating he is...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;thats all..&lt;br /&gt;a spontaneous post this is.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;interesting... funny...&lt;br /&gt;=p=p&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7237601094024091862?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7237601094024091862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7237601094024091862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7237601094024091862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7237601094024091862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-of-food-my-incredible-dog-likes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SqD5qX1RTMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ckm4f75DjLI/s72-c/Act+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-8768165186711755802</id><published>2009-08-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:50:33.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The purpose of relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   is not to have another who might complete you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   but to have another with whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   you might share your completeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quotesauthor"&gt;Neale Donald Walsch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;after watching the show &lt;time&gt; " 光阴的故事"&lt;br /&gt;i have this thought.. this feeling... this intuition&lt;br /&gt;there are may types of love...&lt;br /&gt;one that completes you...&lt;br /&gt;one that is always giving...&lt;br /&gt;one that is sacrificial...&lt;br /&gt;one that wants the other to stay by their sides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;in this show.. they talk about 祝福的爱...&lt;br /&gt;which also means.. the love that wishes the other party happiness...&lt;br /&gt;something like a crossbred of sacrifical love and brainless love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the show..&lt;br /&gt;the female protagenist goes all the way out to help the guy she likes...&lt;br /&gt;get the girl HE likes...&lt;br /&gt;she even helps them clear all the obsticles...&lt;br /&gt;because she believes that...&lt;br /&gt;when you like someone...&lt;br /&gt;you want him/her to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;even though you might be the one crying with all your heart broken...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;you know that when he is happy, you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me..&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a dependant kinda love..&lt;br /&gt;the kind that states that because he is happy = i am happy...&lt;br /&gt;i don't really understand this concept clearly...&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;you might be taken advantage of all the way just because you like the person...&lt;br /&gt;the person you like might never ever look your way...&lt;br /&gt;and you would be the only miserable person...&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to make the person like you or anything...&lt;br /&gt;actually...&lt;br /&gt;i have grown to want more control...&lt;br /&gt;over how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;i dont' want to be dependent on others to know what or how to feel...&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;just because you are happy doesn't mean i am happy cause i might have had a terrible day...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;to share your completeness is a totally different thing&lt;br /&gt;it means that both of you are totally different entities&lt;br /&gt;you are not like conjoined twins that have to move together..&lt;br /&gt;eat together..&lt;br /&gt;drink together..&lt;br /&gt;sleep together..&lt;br /&gt;work together...&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;you can be two different entities that like each other just because you feel the difference..&lt;br /&gt;the amazing chemistry&lt;br /&gt;the amazing bond...&lt;br /&gt;okok. too much chem.&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;something like that ba...&lt;br /&gt;sharaing of completeness does not mean that you are incomplete..&lt;br /&gt;you are complete already...&lt;br /&gt;just that...&lt;br /&gt;having someone else to share this completeness that you have...&lt;br /&gt;and likewise you sharing the other's completeness..&lt;br /&gt;its like this bond to me...&lt;br /&gt;this unbroken bond between 2 people that can't be broken already...&lt;br /&gt;wells..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm talking rubbish half of the time anyway..&lt;br /&gt;considering the serious lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;and the early morning ...&lt;br /&gt;i think.. i better go sleep already..&lt;br /&gt;if not.. i will FLUNK tmr's test !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightsss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8768165186711755802?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-28637171.post-7266554203829632945</id><published>2009-08-08T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:29:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came up with a where i would like to go wish=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Korea&lt;br /&gt;- it looks super fun=) with the 24hrs library and the nice things AHHH!!! E-bu-ji=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Japan&lt;br /&gt;-once again... food, cute things, nice scenery... what more can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;- food=) cheap=) INSTANT NOODLES=)))) good tv=) hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maldives&lt;br /&gt;- sea, beach, sun, fun, scuba, snorkle=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HK&lt;br /&gt;- shop, eat, shop, eat, shop, eat, disney=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;- alps=)) chocs=))) watches=))) sceneryy=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. thailand&lt;br /&gt;-cheapcheapcheapcheapcheapcheap=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. milan, italy that region&lt;br /&gt;- fashion, food, scenery=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. america&lt;br /&gt;- fun, exciting, amusing, museum=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. egypt&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna see the museum thing thing=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. harbin&lt;br /&gt;- ice, snow, fun, and more fun=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. finland&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna find the snow queen... and see if she would give kai back to me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. france&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna try their food and enroll into their culinary school there... taste the wine=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. vienna once again&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna find out more about music... feel the musical vibes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. vietnam&lt;br /&gt;- i mean... since i want to see the world, might as well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. russia&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna watch the ballets over there...i think i would &lt;3 it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... that should be all for now i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;i will think of more countries to go,&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;the issue at hand is no if i WANT to go... but if i'm ABLE to go...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go iceskating=)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go paintball playing=))&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go swimming=))&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go snorkling=))&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go skiing=))&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go dancing ballroom kinda dances=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to do pottery&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to bake nice food&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to play the viola&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to play the sax&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to play the horn&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to play the clarinet&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to kickbox&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to sew clothes&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to fly a plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn so many things i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;and yet...&lt;br /&gt;i can only remain as someone who doesn't know...&lt;br /&gt;because... i have no time to commit to such things... nor do i have the ability to do such things well...&lt;br /&gt;so...let me accomplish all these dreams one by one...&lt;br /&gt;going through all of them...&lt;br /&gt;lets me wonder if i can really understand and master any of them at all=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope...&lt;br /&gt;there is a plan for this=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;adele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7266554203829632945?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7266554203829632945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7266554203829632945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7266554203829632945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7266554203829632945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-came-up-with-where-i-would-like-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3562069378375388013</id><published>2009-08-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:02:57.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snow Queen: Did you really think you could take Kai away from me? I'm the Snow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Gerda: You're not the Snow Queen. You're just winter. And... and winter passes. It passes.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Snow Queen (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells...&lt;br /&gt;the story about the snow queen is one that i like a lot..&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i wouldn't mind going to finland just to experience the lapland the snow queen stays.&lt;br /&gt;The snow queen...&lt;br /&gt;a character that i feel is more than some evil witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;has power...&lt;br /&gt;and yet...&lt;br /&gt;she isn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;she needs companionship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is not a given&lt;br /&gt;neither are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is friends that truly makes the difference in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We can go through the same motions again and again...&lt;br /&gt;but... everytime we go through the same things, &lt;br /&gt;it would be different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise... we can use playing the piano as a gauge of sort.&lt;br /&gt;when i practise a piece of music...&lt;br /&gt;to me...&lt;br /&gt;i don't really see the difference in the notes i play...&lt;br /&gt;i only hear if it is correct or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear the emotions behind a piece of music&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear the difference from the touch of the note...&lt;br /&gt;i can't experience the deep feelings behind a piece of piano music.. other than the notes...&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;i can truely feel the emotions from the cello...&lt;br /&gt;the deep meloncholy&lt;br /&gt;the tinge of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;the resignation sigh...&lt;br /&gt;the longing to open up...&lt;br /&gt;the longing for someone to comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;friends are the people that keep us stable.&lt;br /&gt;and calamities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just pass...&lt;br /&gt;like a change of a season.&lt;br /&gt;like a rain in a summer&lt;br /&gt;like a laughter heard at school&lt;br /&gt;they just pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that...&lt;br /&gt;when the season changes, the rain ends, the laughter fades...&lt;br /&gt;you will always know that...&lt;br /&gt;your friends will be there when you need them&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;lean on them...&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid...&lt;br /&gt;and trust...&lt;br /&gt;most importantly..&lt;br /&gt;pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for and with your friends for God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after you pray,&lt;br /&gt;everything might not be fine...&lt;br /&gt;but.. &lt;br /&gt;you will know that... &lt;br /&gt;you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3562069378375388013?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3562069378375388013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3562069378375388013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3562069378375388013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3562069378375388013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/08/snow-queen-did-you-really-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4999348925028046561</id><published>2009-08-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:40:21.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="sqq" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and dthe smiling faces. Smell the rain , and feell the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential and fight for your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ashely Smith~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="sqq" &gt;the world around us is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/adele/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stunning to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/15/19/15_19_1---Tree--Sunrise--Northumberland_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/15/19/15_19_1---Tree--Sunrise--Northumberland_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;it is so difficult to find that short clusters of time to look at this beautiful world we live in due to our fast paced lives, our need to rush through things, our need to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;We are soo good at being effective that we forget about the simpler things in life that shouldn't be rushed. The graduation from caterpilla to butterfly, from rising from the sun to the setting of the sun... there are many such incidence when i look around me... and i feel overwhelmed by the beauty around me that i start staring into space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... how many people have spent at least 1/2 hour looking at the clouds and their various shapes and identify them with something or someone you know? Well... to sound quite lucky... i didn't spend hours... but.. i ahve looked up in to the sky and started doing somethign like this...could be my love for sea sports that lead me to prolonged periods of looking up into the sky? or maybe when i was young and at the backseat of the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple pleasures made me the person i am today... Wells. i think.. i better sleep already.. with all the lack of sleep from the night before.. today better be different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardworking adele.. come back for about another week... before.. you can retire for good=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4999348925028046561?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4999348925028046561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4999348925028046561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4999348925028046561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4999348925028046561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-full-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4776296599450698696</id><published>2009-07-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:19:48.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;feels weird...&lt;br /&gt;this new way of typing.. without being able to put my pictures and stuff just cause.. i don't know how too&lt;br /&gt;=p=p&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that when i hear the cello...&lt;br /&gt;i makes me feel this sense of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;this sense of longing...&lt;br /&gt;feels quite pathetic actually...&lt;br /&gt;like yearning for something...&lt;br /&gt;amazingly....&lt;br /&gt;i play the cello...&lt;br /&gt;and i feel soo affected by how it sounds...&lt;br /&gt;cause it sounds like.. it wants to tell others its sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;sorrowful sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT SKIRTS and a pair of SHOES...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy...&lt;br /&gt;though the skirts are not really like the kinda things i usually wear&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 themmm&lt;br /&gt;i actually &lt;3 them A LOT&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;i feel a need to buy MANY MANY heels...&lt;br /&gt;so that...&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to like...&lt;br /&gt;OH NO...&lt;br /&gt;i got no heels to wear out&lt;br /&gt;that kinda thingggg&lt;br /&gt;WHATSMORE&lt;br /&gt;the shoes were MY SIZE&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep..&lt;br /&gt;if not...&lt;br /&gt;tmr.. sleeping beauty would continue being sleeping beauty already&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4776296599450698696?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4776296599450698696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4776296599450698696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-3475716311886607484</id><published>2009-07-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:43:13.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly... i always took developmental psych as a rubbish module to study for...&lt;br /&gt;practical .. but.. not THAT practical...&lt;br /&gt;important.. but .. not THAT important...&lt;br /&gt;well.. it is just thte thing that was there for me to understand about weird psychologist... and.. interesting observations...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;todays lesson was interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death and dying: the last stage of developmental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really...&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was interesting... death... dying...&lt;br /&gt;the emotions would be overwhelming coupled with disarrayed thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a difficult process...&lt;br /&gt;a difficult developmental process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.. lets just leave it at that...&lt;br /&gt;how about talking about ears...&lt;br /&gt;is a musician a musician without ears?&lt;br /&gt;is a painter a painter without eyes?&lt;br /&gt;is a construction work a constuction work  without legs?&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;different people have different parts of them that they feel is essential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always feel that being able to hear and play music is like... paramount importance...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;what if i can't hear... for a whole day...&lt;br /&gt;silence...&lt;br /&gt;peace? it that really peace? or is it something totally different??&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;i just know that.. all lthe beautiful beautiful songs i hear now...&lt;br /&gt;would be songs at all..&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;i shall go off..&lt;br /&gt;nighst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3475716311886607484?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3475716311886607484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3475716311886607484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3475716311886607484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3475716311886607484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/07/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8993871030203496879</id><published>2009-06-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:58:31.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.  ~Agnes Repplier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;guess... today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;its about DOGS=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;hahha...&lt;br /&gt;my cutey=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i mean my cutie-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;though i have less pictures of rocky.. but..=))&lt;br /&gt;hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;the other little boy=p=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... a picture of BIG BOY=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPsLp_NI/AAAAAAAAAkg/yecMzKXvy7I/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPsLp_NI/AAAAAAAAAkg/yecMzKXvy7I/s200/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178238059936978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;super cute =p=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;haha.. wells... it was taken ages ago...&lt;br /&gt;and..he was MUCH younger...&lt;br /&gt;i realise the once u turn back and look at your surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;you realise that time is no longer as tiring and excruciatingly long as u think it is...&lt;br /&gt;when i look at big boy,&lt;br /&gt;i realise,&lt;br /&gt;wow... he is really getting older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;and i feel kinda sad when i think of my other cutey boy=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;his typical DAO look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPVlmThI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kICDFHa95i0/s1600-h/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPVlmThI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kICDFHa95i0/s200/Photo0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178231994732050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this was when he cut a SUPER UGLY hair style.. goshh..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;his cheeks look SOOO puffy...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;he has more pictures... cause...&lt;br /&gt;he lives in the house...&lt;br /&gt;and... furthermore... he... has weird enduring qualities haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr ACT-CUTE FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPO5s-XTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wMbU9oQDFGI/s1600-h/Cutey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPO5s-XTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wMbU9oQDFGI/s200/Cutey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178224509476146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;just look at that face...&lt;br /&gt;that says...&lt;br /&gt;"don't-u-think-i-am-cute-like-the cutest-right"&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;super funny...&lt;br /&gt;he just seems to &lt;3 him="))" man="p="p" look=")" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPG2Tz9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xH6x6Uqlqf4/s1600-h/Yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPG2Tz9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xH6x6Uqlqf4/s200/Yawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178228038291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;this is boy boy for u=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;wells..&lt;br /&gt;actually... i only put his prettier pictures up=)&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;his other faces.. not very nice.. but..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;must know how to make him act cute and smile=)&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;quite hard actually...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;the effect is satisfying=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...&lt;br /&gt;enough of boyboy mania=)&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave the last picture with u to think about HOW cute he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPOg4gzNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3WPO3apRvk4/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPOg4gzNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3WPO3apRvk4/s200/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178217846983890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i need motivation to start mugging or studying=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.  ~Roger Caras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8993871030203496879?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8993871030203496879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8993871030203496879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8993871030203496879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8993871030203496879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-dogs-will-love-and-admire-meanest.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SkpPPsLp_NI/AAAAAAAAAkg/yecMzKXvy7I/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-8713621718247205183</id><published>2009-06-26T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:45:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Henry David Thoreau-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time...&lt;br /&gt;i have been wasting SOO much of it...&lt;br /&gt;and yet... it doesn't seem so=(&lt;br /&gt;killing time seems to be my speciality already... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;soo..&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL gai guo zi xin.=)&lt;br /&gt;i will study hard from now on=))&lt;br /&gt;realllyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;i mean i have been saying that a million and one times already...&lt;br /&gt;but... i willlll...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL=))&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;soo i will not waste time anymore=)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but.. i will have my jian chi=)&lt;br /&gt;i will still blog and watch SOME videos=)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but.. no more games anymore i guess....=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;one more thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like INTERNET EXPLORER version 8!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;honestly...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean... honestly...&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it at all...&lt;br /&gt;i can't copy and paste things, neither can i do sooo much things with THIS internet explorer....&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why=(&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't really know how to use it...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm generally an idiot at these kinda things=)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about something... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;but... i shall not say anything now=)&lt;br /&gt;untill i remember that is&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to sayyyy=)))&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever begins also ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Seneca-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8713621718247205183?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8713621718247205183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8713621718247205183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8713621718247205183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8713621718247205183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-if-you-could-kill-time-without.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1782959452108607983</id><published>2009-06-24T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:08:45.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mark Twain-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are important.&lt;br /&gt;Really important=)&lt;br /&gt;they formulate how we think... how we do things...=)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;wells=)&lt;br /&gt;thats why we all need dreams=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;adventures would bring us to greater heights? or greater dumps? haha&lt;br /&gt;i dont' really know.&lt;br /&gt;i  decided that,&lt;br /&gt;dreams are not made to be broken=)&lt;br /&gt;they are strengthen day by day=)&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;dreams=)&lt;br /&gt;don't run anymore=)&lt;br /&gt;i will be chasing youuuuu=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Martin Luther Jr-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1782959452108607983?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1782959452108607983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1782959452108607983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1782959452108607983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1782959452108607983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/06/twenty-years-from-now-you-will-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1016769642620459769</id><published>2009-06-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:43:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The tendency of every heavy body is to make its center the center of the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Leonardo Davinci-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blogskin=)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently the time reads 0116 24 june 2009&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;lets see how my holidays have been spent=)&lt;br /&gt;1. slept late and woke up late&lt;br /&gt;(sleep debt?)&lt;br /&gt;2.went to the science centre and the chinese/ japanese garden&lt;br /&gt;(okay... my touristy dream is over... muhahha)&lt;br /&gt;3. went to watch 2 dumb dumb movie&lt;br /&gt;(though i will NEVER ADMIT that the 2nd movie was dumber)&lt;br /&gt;4. went to see SOMEONE i REALLY REALLY REALLYYY want to seee&lt;br /&gt;(haha... &lt;3 RJT)&lt;br /&gt;5. watched A drama series&lt;br /&gt;(hmm... ONLY ONEEEE!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. went to swim at least ONCE during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;(i&lt;3 water)&lt;br /&gt;7. went for rehersals&lt;br /&gt;(though i was reluctant... but... oh wells)&lt;br /&gt;8. eat at ice cube=)&lt;br /&gt;(i mean for the waffle special. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is about all that i did for this holidays...&lt;br /&gt;however most important...&lt;br /&gt;i got my thoughts sorted out,&lt;br /&gt;i know where i am heading.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i shouldn't be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR YOUR DREAMS=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what i learnt from the show=)&lt;br /&gt;really... if this is your dream, there is always a way to accomplish it...&lt;br /&gt;and... i am convicted by this show to follow my heart and my dreams=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i make the show sound like an education programme...&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the storyline is a bit... hmm... interesting? in the "interesting" way.&lt;br /&gt;actually thinking about this...&lt;br /&gt;most of the programmes i watch are like the non-nutritious type.&lt;br /&gt;the type that is suited for dreamers like me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i realised that... everytime i watch a show,&lt;br /&gt;i feel an intense need to learn something new (as seen in the show) that i don't know&lt;br /&gt;eg. after watching BOF, i wanted to learn pottery and saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;after watching GG, i wanted to learn how to do dressmaking&lt;br /&gt;after watching the vineyard man, i wanted to know how to drink wine and eat grapes all day.&lt;br /&gt;after watching nodame, i wanted to know how to play beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am easily influenced.&lt;br /&gt;the worst would be the morals and ethics i would unknowingly pick up from the shows.&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY i watch show of the G rating.&lt;br /&gt;not the RA type (in the violent nature sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;things i really want to do before i start school&lt;br /&gt;1. go for my cycling trip=)&lt;br /&gt;(i haven't planned out the route AT ALL. with the risk of rain ... i can only pray then)&lt;br /&gt;2. go iceskating&lt;br /&gt;(i haven't done that in the LONGEST time... it would be GREATTTTT)&lt;br /&gt;3. buffet/ eat at a nice posh restaurant&lt;br /&gt;(haha... i actually wanted to be specific... but... i think i am up for dissappointment again.)&lt;br /&gt;4. practise my piano and cello&lt;br /&gt;(since i have this guilt in me... which tells me i'm still human... i better start practising... if not... *stab to the heart*)&lt;br /&gt;5. read a book that would enrich me&lt;br /&gt;(to be very specific, a christian centric book... because... my relationship with God is strained, and i dont' like it. i want to love God the way i did... i don't want this spiritual low. I better pray for God's guidance.)&lt;br /&gt;6. start on my studying&lt;br /&gt;(guilt once again... the ... ahem... never-study-when-u-are-holidaying-thing...=p)&lt;br /&gt;7. meet up with friends i haven't meet in CENTURIES... i'm joking. i mean AGES?DECADES? MILLENIUMS? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will have to work on all this gradually=)&lt;br /&gt;though i can't wait to go back to school,&lt;br /&gt;but... i will NOT PROFESS my love for being tortured by lectures, projects, supervisors, friends, work, test and etc. etc.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... for my previous holidays, i would be watching show after show after show.&lt;br /&gt;but... why watch soo many good shows,&lt;br /&gt;when only one show would touch and change your life?&lt;br /&gt;thats where i'm going...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to watch the other shows already (TRYING NOT... not... NEVER WANT okok)&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;yar...&lt;br /&gt;that should be all ...&lt;br /&gt;since it is... 0139 and those eyelids of mine don't permit my eyes to be open for SOOO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;nights then=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I DON"T THINK LMH IS SUPER SHUAI....&lt;br /&gt;I THINK RJT IT BETTERRRRRRRRR.... soooo issss.... LEONARDO DA VINCI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Leonardo Davinci-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1016769642620459769?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1016769642620459769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1016769642620459769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1016769642620459769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1016769642620459769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/06/tendency-of-every-heavy-body-is-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1017531656208563557</id><published>2009-06-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:08:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i do wonder...&lt;br /&gt;is this really the job for me?&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to survive this one month with no white hair or wrinkles or even sorethroats with dark eyebags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really think of it that way.. but.. i think it is a good way to describe how i feel.. I THINK.=p&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;so the clinicals was just HECTIC...&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i was losing out to the others already...&lt;br /&gt;i only had 2 reports done... while the rest had like.. 5... 6?&lt;br /&gt;and.. we had to do 10...&lt;br /&gt;but.. amazingly...&lt;br /&gt;i have completed 5 so far...&lt;br /&gt;not including those that are pending...&lt;br /&gt;if those were included...&lt;br /&gt;it would be like.. about...&lt;br /&gt;7?&lt;br /&gt;meaning.. for my next block.. i just need 13 reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. by God's grace...&lt;br /&gt;whenever i had a mild form of sorethroat...&lt;br /&gt;the medicine dad gave me would cure me&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... i have been stuck on Corrine May's song.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Thirty three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a touching song...&lt;br /&gt;i was touched... and i felt that it DID administer to me....&lt;br /&gt;so=)&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep already...&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can continue having any form of coherent thoughts or whatever else of the whatever else&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;nights&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1017531656208563557?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1017531656208563557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1017531656208563557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1017531656208563557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1017531656208563557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-do-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3808980604363102980</id><published>2009-05-10T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:13:41.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times, determination is the only thing that drive things through,&lt;br /&gt;however, most of the time, FOR ME, it is luck, luck and more luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confess...&lt;br /&gt;i dont' study as much as i can... only when it is the essentials=p&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i don't practise as much as i should... only enought to cover for lessons=p&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i don't follow recipes like it was the holy book... i improvise most of the time... and call it creativity=p&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean most of what i always say... unless i look you in the eye... or when you feel the sincerity in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;why this confession?&lt;br /&gt;cause.. i realised... that.. it is time for a revolution in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God... i really do...&lt;br /&gt;but.. at times... when i resist his plans for me... my "goals" seem just that much further... my "dreams" just seem that much harder.&lt;br /&gt;However, as you can see... when things are in God's hands... they seem to flow like they should have been there all along...&lt;br /&gt;Like... how... water suppose to come from taps instead of like.. wells... where people have to pull the water up and etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;well.. something like the same analogy (and i &lt;3 analogies... makes my life soo much easier=p)&lt;br /&gt;so... what happens when i fish comes out of water?&lt;br /&gt;of course... they would struggle... like what we always do... when we are going against God's will for our lives... the only difference is... we dont' die (at least not ALWAYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that...&lt;br /&gt;in every victory there is a defeat.&lt;br /&gt;behind every smile...&lt;br /&gt;there were tears.&lt;br /&gt;beside every good...&lt;br /&gt;is a bad.&lt;br /&gt;with every mistake...&lt;br /&gt;a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;just like yin and yang.&lt;br /&gt;opposites... that complement...&lt;br /&gt;like.. rach and debussy...&lt;br /&gt;like.. van gough and da vinci...&lt;br /&gt;like.. spaghetti and yellow noodle...&lt;br /&gt;like.. chocolate and vanilla...&lt;br /&gt;like.. sun and moon...&lt;br /&gt;there are a million and one kinds of opposites in this world...&lt;br /&gt;and yet... they exsist there for each other... because of each other...&lt;br /&gt;what a maverlous world we live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in shows.. they always show you this super power weapon that has no flaws...&lt;br /&gt;but... most of the times... the opposite of them might become their best complementary partner or their worst archilles heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i have kinda deviated from what i really want to say...&lt;br /&gt;that...&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a change in my life...&lt;br /&gt;and.. let every wrong be a right from now one...&lt;br /&gt;i dont' only answer to me ME...&lt;br /&gt;i answer to God too..&lt;br /&gt;(not that i didn't know that... or i didn't think of it like that... but... saying it out... does help in the reaffirmation process... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... one might know that he is fat... but without verbal affirmation.. the person would never start off with running or jogging over even walking...&lt;br /&gt;another might bake the worst tasting food... and... know about it.. but without verbal affirmation... the person might never change his recipe and continue on till eternity...&lt;br /&gt;anothe might be the prettiest person... but without anyone complimenting... the person might feel that she is the most plain looking person in the world without ever knowing how many people envy her for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these little verbal affirmation as just that things we need to know who or what we are...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;start by telling yourself how good you are...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... you don't need others to praise you right...&lt;br /&gt;do it yourself..=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the DIY era man!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;nights then=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3808980604363102980?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-6440730369098962782</id><published>2009-05-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:17:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our virtues are most frequently but vices disguised.&lt;br /&gt;-Francois, Duc de la Rochefoucauld-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a book craze lately...&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading=)&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me feel good and knowledgeable=)&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i have finished... 3 books in 3 weeks.. i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first being Torey Hayden's Overheard in a dream...&lt;br /&gt;which was good=)&lt;br /&gt;and.. i really mean GOOD&lt;br /&gt;cause.. i'm the kind that would read the book once and never touch it again.. thinking that i know all the details.. and all there is to know..&lt;br /&gt;BUT... for this book&lt;br /&gt;i re-read it... the same day i read it....&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. ok.. not all the parts.. but... at the parts that really mattered...&lt;br /&gt;I WAS AMAZED...&lt;br /&gt;her story tells of a little boy who was grouped under autistic. and... the psychiatrist.. manage to find out the real cause of this "autistic" behaivour.. and.. a great mystery was unravelled...&lt;br /&gt;and... what made it more interesting... was the sub-plot... of the little girl and her friend... and.. the imaginary things she sees.... wow.. i was... awe-struck by this gread book.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i carried on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second book. Slave by Mende Nazer&lt;br /&gt;was a book that i was kinda bored in the beginning.. but... felt compelled to finish.. and was glad that i did.. because.. it opened my eyes to things that i was sheltered away from. i felt terrible about my treatment of many things. i felt remorse for things that i have done... things that i did.. things that i thought of doing... things that i shouldn't have even thought about... well... the story awakened my need to questioning... understanding... sympathising... and most of all... compassion. I mean... all these were suppose to be there.. like.. THAT..but... it is sooo difficult to just think about helping others and really helping the people.. wells... yar... i learnt a lot from the book.. and i was haunted by the imagery seen in the book... the tortures she went through... the humilation... the slavery... the pain.. the loneliness... and the fact that she is a little girl... made my heart break... what if the little girl was someone i know... someone i could have helped... someone who was sheltered like me... could i have done something? yar... and she brought up a few more issues that were very insightful. i was blessed by the relevation on certain topics. really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to borrow my third book.. 2 days before a test...&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't put it down... even the day before the exam... when i should be studying.. herher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third book is called perfect match by Jodi Piccoult&lt;br /&gt;this book didn't make me feel as terrible as the previous book.. but.. it made me think&lt;br /&gt;and... it questions somethings that i always thought had straight forward answers.&lt;br /&gt;When justice is metted out, does it always mean that it is morally correct? If the person killed the other to "prevent" the other party from doing the same evil deed... does that count as killing off someone bad... can discounting the fact that a death is a death? Does working in a particular system mean that u can make us of the loopholes to cater to your own needs? Does the law really protect children, or does it really as the book says, protects the defendant? These are questions that i felt was important for me to answer... cause... these are the questions that forms what i believe and think... what i feel is morally upright. what i feel is morally correct and guiltless for me to do...&lt;br /&gt;If u were to ask me... is killing right? i would definately tell you no... but.. if u ask me... is killing someone who has done evil deeds right... knowing full well that the court would not help you... and the person might go off scott free unless you do something drastic... i wouldn't know what to say... i mean... the law should help people.. instead of letting criminals go off scott-free... but.. what is a set of rules.. without loopholes? Laws are made with loopholes in place... to help those who are rich enought to go...&lt;br /&gt;this book really touched many issues... maybe thats why i read this book instead of studying hard... not a very smart thing to doo.. but... haha..&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to look for my next read... so that.. i get to cultivate this aspect of my life.. where i can be graceful? i hope.. haha.. at least thoughtful.. as in the THINK A LOT kinda thoughtful.. not the... NICE TO EVERYONE kind thoughtful...&lt;br /&gt;wells...&lt;br /&gt;radical changes need to happen in my life... soo.. here it goess..&lt;br /&gt;i shall make a difference=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;adele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6440730369098962782?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6440730369098962782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6440730369098962782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6440730369098962782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6440730369098962782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-virtues-are-most-frequently-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4443379687663223301</id><published>2009-05-04T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:49:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be very honest...&lt;br /&gt;wehn i give a bery blank face... i am honestly very blank inside...&lt;br /&gt;as in.. i might be stoning...&lt;br /&gt;the point being...&lt;br /&gt;i realise i lapse into these phases very often lately...&lt;br /&gt;as in.. my mind is focused on a certain something that is in lala land... and... i just can't seem to feel the environment.. haha i sound psychotic... =p=p&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;just in case i ever wanna read my previous post when i grow old and haggard and.. downright forgetful....&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to talk about my ambitions...=))&lt;br /&gt;you know.. the kinda topic primary school teachers make us write just because their teachers made THEM write.. and the one before and the one before... welll...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;at least I DIDN'T make my students do that.. cause.. i forgot about it.. herher..&lt;br /&gt;anwyayy.. coming back to MEEEE=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember choosing my ambitions from television shows... as in.. WOW! FANN WONG IS A LAWYER!!!! I ALSO WANT!!! that kinda choosing.. herher.. or.. WOW!!!!! THAT TEACHER IS SOO NICEEEE!!!! I ALSO WANT TO BE A NICE TEACHER!!!!! herher...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, unlike americans that dream of becoming astronauts, firemen, policemen, bill gates? Steve jobs?? donald trump??&lt;br /&gt;well... being a typical singaporean chinese.. haha.. i wanted to be the cliche lawyer, teacher, doctor, tv producer, air stewardess, rich taitai.. well... haha.. i DID ever think of becoming them... but...&lt;br /&gt;you know the amazing thing... God provided a way for me to go.. such that.. i am amazed at the way he paves me towards all this.. NOTHING is a waste of time.. you learn somehting all the time.. it just depends on you if you want to learn or not...&lt;br /&gt;wells.. soo.. guess what...&lt;br /&gt;i am a RT now... and.. proud to be one too=))) i know i am helping people.. i know i woiuld be dealing with lives... with people that are not well. i know that what they need is something that i will have to provide... and... i am sure i can handle it=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i also intend to do something about my music.. haha.. especially since i have a RACH =))) happyyy=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... what is the most amazing is how i started learning music... i mean.. it should be like.. parents enroll you to learn music.. and you continue and continue till  now right?? haha.. welll. my story is slightly different from the norm.. but.. it just shows how God's will for our lives are always the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started learning piano cause... alston didn't want to learn it anymore.. and my parents already bought the electone... (according to my mum) So to be honest.. i picked up music by chance/ fluke. or should i call it destiny? haha.. anywayy... soo.. i was very lucky to have very very good music teachers that taught me to enjoy music... and... to listern and understand it... i was also very blessed to have ears that can differentiate the different pitches on the keyboard... well.. soo yar.. i am very grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... but.. there was one thing that was a torture to me... and it is called... READING NOTES.. i mean... which kid would want to read notes right... (herher.. humour me and just agreeee!!!!) haha.. i mean.. i didn't like reading notess.. or sightreading.. or anything to do with theory at all.. maybe its cause i didnt' understand much of what the teacher was saying.... cause.. i remember... before every lesson, i would be sitting outside the classroom... trying to complete my homework... which was actually half completed by my mum=)) haha.. but.. yarrr.. so.. if you do wonder how i actually survived throught that rought patch in my life.. i can only say.. some words... PLAY BY EAR! that is and will be my only help... i mean.. i can't read the notes.. i don't like reading notes... i dond't like a lot of things that has got to do with theory.. soo.. hehrer.. my ears were my best friends.. and i mastered this skill such that.. when a television theme song starts to play.. i would play along with my piano.. but.. to me.. that was survival... to others.. that is a skill... i didnt' realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i remember.. me falling asleep all the time during lesson.. trying to keep awake.. trying to understand what the teacher wants.. and just using my ears to understand what they want... but.. u know... the exent of my memory only is untill like.. the length of a 15cm ruler.. THAT SHORT.. soo.. herher.. of course i got scolded a lot...&lt;br /&gt;but... surprisingly... i didn't quit.. maybe its cause my mummy didnt' allow me to quit.. but.. yar.. i am sooo thankful that i didn't....&lt;br /&gt;sooo... yar... lucky meee..=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;wells.. one more good thing was that.. whenever i was bored.. my one and only friend would be my piano.. and i would practise... or play rubbish (commonly known as MORE THEME SONGS) wells... yar.. so i really did understand my piano quite well with all this bangings and experimentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached secondary... i was soo lucky to have been part of a music programme in school... sooo. yar... i started studying.. as in STUDYING music.. i mean.. i like practical.. cause it is sooo fun all the time.. but.. THEORYYY!!! STUDYINGGGG!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!! i can't really handle all this type... but.. yar.. i did make it throught my 2 years of music.. but.. coming out of the programme, i brought a few things out with me..=)))&lt;br /&gt;1. cello=))&lt;br /&gt;it was here that i started learning cello and i don't regret it... NOWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;2. dislike of studying music...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... it is interesting knowing who the composer is.. what he is like.. what does he do and etc.etec. etc. but... i dont' like the feeling of trying to "read" the music whenever i listern to a piece casually... i just start analysing it... and.. i get sooo frustrated that i can't enjoy music that way i always did...&lt;br /&gt;3. the music society...&lt;br /&gt;i just started opening my eyes to this wonderfully huge society where i never knew exsisted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... yar... i was forced into cello. ( like my piano) but... i enjoyed both.. and ... for me to be able to smoke soo long... throught the years.. it must be God's grace... i mean... the ability could have been someone else's but.. God allow me to play music to praise and glorify his name... i am sooo thankful for him. well.. i still continue to play my cello and piano and i am GLAD that i made it through the timesss=))) i am happyyyy=)))) that i have made it throughhhh=)))&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;wells... i need to sleep alreadyyy.. if not.. i am DEAD.. herher..&lt;br /&gt;soo...&lt;br /&gt;tata...&lt;br /&gt;nightsss&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i like brahms tooo.. he blows me away with his insane writing.. just like RACH..=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4443379687663223301?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4443379687663223301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4443379687663223301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4443379687663223301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4443379687663223301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-very-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8742994743326651631</id><published>2009-05-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:45:23.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i would never never say that i like a particular singer or composer or food or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause... these things can change from time to time... and.. most of the time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is NO CONTROL to liking it or not liking it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;likewise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a first in everything.. right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Sf3HpdV1rmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1pSRVy92UII/s1600-h/rachmaninoff.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331637048941325922" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Sf3HpdV1rmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1pSRVy92UII/s200/rachmaninoff.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the shuai person above...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... haha.. not exactly shuai.. but.. okay la...normal looking person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wellls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is called RACH=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me at least (haha.. make him sound like my long lost friend like that=))) hahha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yarrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like himmm=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is a GREAT like GREAT composer..=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy happy happyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like his compositions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... due to his ever melancholic nature... errr... i find it... a bit agonising to stay in his music all the time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. haha.. tend to turn to more joyous music as the likes of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person who sang hot and cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course the chinse counterparts... that i have not really stay in touch with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;herher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RACH!!!!! I LIKE UUUU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like really LIKE UUUU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. maybe it is just your talent... and your huge hands.. and your power chords.. and the many solos you give the cellos... and the many moving melodies that everyone can share instead of a few priviledged onces.. or the many many moving lines that you have helped create to make the world a better place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i make you sound like you should win the noble prize or something... haha.. oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you rockk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just rockkk=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. if you were still alive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet i would wanna teach you the gee dance or even the wondergirls dance.. but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets leave all this to the wonderful imagination of ME=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly... how can anyone NOT LIKE the gee dance and the wondergirls dancee.. they are just sooo.. COOOLLLLL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i like to learn dances with many many many people=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more funn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.. better get down to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not.. i would end up sleeping at 2 or somthing.. and i will be sooo..=(((( tmr!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG DAYYYY!!!! 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href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-never-never-say-that-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/Sf3HpdV1rmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1pSRVy92UII/s72-c/rachmaninoff.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-5640924973580851950</id><published>2009-04-19T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:02:51.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is officially starting in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL!!! the one that i have not been going to for the past 6 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;it is just amazing howw i have changed my lifestyle in just a short 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;like TOTALLY wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. unknowingly manipulated...&lt;br /&gt;and feeling sore about it&lt;br /&gt;2. striving to do well...&lt;br /&gt;and falling short of it&lt;br /&gt;3. thinking the worst of things...&lt;br /&gt;and coming through it unscattered&lt;br /&gt;4. fully charged to take on the world&lt;br /&gt;and ended up sleeping through the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just...&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of ironic matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you want to be special,&lt;br /&gt;you tend to do a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;but.. once you reach your aim of being special,&lt;br /&gt;you tend to want back the normalcy that you had in the past&lt;br /&gt;by not doing anything...&lt;br /&gt;but... by doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;means something&lt;br /&gt;and.. being doing lots of things.. does not make you special either&lt;br /&gt;i mean... why do people want to be special and yet not special&lt;br /&gt;if you like to bask in the limelight...&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead... just don't look back and say.. how i wish i could do normal things that normal people do... cause i just get very confused&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. i am easily confused.. but.. yar.... oh wells&lt;br /&gt;random thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;yepss...&lt;br /&gt;todays concert was ...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;very clean??&lt;br /&gt;is that a good description?&lt;br /&gt;as in like.. the way they were clean was soo... precise.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite amazed by the tone quality though...&lt;br /&gt;but.. as usual, the contrast was... questionable?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm not much of a observant person i guess..&lt;br /&gt;what suits me... just suits me=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yar..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to touch on a very very random thing&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that there are koreans EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;like.. honestly, why is it that i feel that there are SOO many people WANTING or simply ARE koreans&lt;br /&gt;not that it is unnerving or WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;but the influence they have is great... being able to occupy soo many regions of the world and yet... are soo united&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was the episode on XMAN.&lt;br /&gt;but.. yar... their common hope is endearing.. and yet... heart-breaking&lt;br /&gt;endearing to the point where you want to be part of them&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;heart-breaking because, what you yearn for would not be possible to accomplish in the country you are in.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. the clever government is doing all it can to fix the future of singapore together through their propagenda... but..&lt;br /&gt;look at the composers that loved their countries...&lt;br /&gt;Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Rach.&lt;br /&gt;you mean their government also had propagenda.. wells... i didn't really realise..&lt;br /&gt;but.. the most significant propagenda in music must be wagner i guess...&lt;br /&gt;but.. i think this was how he became famous...&lt;br /&gt;he must have been the first kinda musician like stefanie sun... where... he had the blessings or good timing, good relation and good talent.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE my homeland..&lt;br /&gt;when would we get our own rach, wagner, grieg, tchai? i mean...&lt;br /&gt;honestly... the 20 century works are good.. honestly..&lt;br /&gt;who can say Ravel is lousy.. or Debussy was a freak...&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. they are the best of the best...&lt;br /&gt;but.. .&lt;br /&gt;how is singapore going to achieve that kinda of standard from their predecessors.&lt;br /&gt;haha... oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i strongly believe that a calamity unites people better than peaceful times...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;WHY WOULD I WANT CALAMITY&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ohw ells&lt;br /&gt;the irony of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i strongly believe that... i am lucky for being able to be so random all the time.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;randomness does give loads of credibility for being a toot toot&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i am talking rubbish already...&lt;br /&gt;actually...&lt;br /&gt;i think i am just going to disregard all of this and imagine non of this happened =))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5640924973580851950?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5640924973580851950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5640924973580851950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhaha.. my holidays ending is coming to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been thinking, refuelling, getting inspiration, feeling the wind and trying to understand the many many things that i felt never really mattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SenzznEp24I/AAAAAAAAAjI/eS5arA-KRdk/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senzz_U-zsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/k5ShmifdGzE/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056108840636098" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senzz_U-zsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/k5ShmifdGzE/s200/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. the strawberry cake.. sure looks good=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha .. on a very random note..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my holiday aims was to bake like nice and good food=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. all i did in this holiday was to eat eat and eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. i didn't even practise my cello and piano well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=p=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also just watched a korean movie online called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANTIQUE BAKERY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senzz8Zig2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/7bzUU0fiITo/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056108054446946" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senzz8Zig2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/7bzUU0fiITo/s200/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niceee=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. i can accept the content of the show laa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... the cakes really do look.. GORGEOUS=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SenzznEp24I/AAAAAAAAAjI/eS5arA-KRdk/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056102329703298" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SenzznEp24I/AAAAAAAAAjI/eS5arA-KRdk/s200/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senz0INB_VI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OD9JdjpzKJs/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056111223209298" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senz0INB_VI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OD9JdjpzKJs/s200/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SenzzxQMFvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wD6_eic9sQE/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056105062438642" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SenzzxQMFvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wD6_eic9sQE/s200/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senz5icxgwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MLS0a848NTs/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056204167906050" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senz5icxgwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MLS0a848NTs/s200/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh weeelllllssss=)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyy... the show is kinda weirdd.. but.. yar.. okay in my context i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yyarrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;orientation for the juniors were ok laa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. i bet i must have seem evil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.. really evilll.. oh welllsss.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let time tell i guesss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahha&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/28637171-9007644088163184861?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/9007644088163184861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=9007644088163184861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/9007644088163184861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/9007644088163184861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/04/hhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/Senzz_U-zsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/k5ShmifdGzE/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-317179963731651762</id><published>2009-04-04T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:45:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWt5ahnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GkxYZ5rpC4o/s1600-h/zana_group_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320873607643694706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWt5ahnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GkxYZ5rpC4o/s200/zana_group_shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching "Born into Brothels" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have this social awareness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this hope to make a change to the lifestyles and the way the kids lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like... i want to help them change their lifestyles.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can i do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need God's help in this if i were ever to do something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they need a LIGHT to guide their paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWPf315I/AAAAAAAAAiw/tNJuyGSHmJQ/s1600-h/avijit_stained_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320873599483500434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWPf315I/AAAAAAAAAiw/tNJuyGSHmJQ/s200/avijit_stained_glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The discrimination they face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their neglected hopes and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to be thrown back into reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the fact that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without parents that really care, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living in a brothel would be permanent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regardless of your pictures being put under the international spotlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even if you were interviewed by the media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, being only kids,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can only show their innoncence in their voices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their works,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWasXmRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OpP7z1MDeyg/s1600-h/suchitra_girl_on_roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320873602488703250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWasXmRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OpP7z1MDeyg/s200/suchitra_girl_on_roof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The impact their photos and the documentary can go... is only THIS much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things might change, things might not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seems possible, might fade into the darkness of reality as does their dreams, hopes and aspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seems like a reality, might become a dream in their distant past, where they might tell their unbelieving children that they were filmed once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calcatta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touted as the place of arts, culture, sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, in the red light district of Calcatta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where children can't even get their passports due to the jobs and criminal records their parents have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where children are not even given the privilledge children in Singapore are given -  Education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that can liberate them from their current status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they are denied the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some are just not given the opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truely admire those who,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought the seemingly unsummountable circumstances stop them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they overcome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as quoted from Avijit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I used to want to be a doctor. Then I wanted to be an artist. Now I want to be a photographer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this shows the pain of a country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pain of the unfortunate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truely am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i look around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a movie coming up too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crossing over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall catch it i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singapore gaga tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sooo becoming a fan of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKTO=))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&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/28637171-317179963731651762?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/317179963731651762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=317179963731651762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/317179963731651762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/317179963731651762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-watching-born-into-brothels-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SdeKWt5ahnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GkxYZ5rpC4o/s72-c/zana_group_shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-4553963923850422284</id><published>2009-03-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:36:01.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with much anticipation... i read the story about a dog...&lt;br /&gt;not an ordinary dog...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;MARLEY and ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that.. it was going to be different from any other books.. like..  for example...&lt;br /&gt;twilight??&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. it wasn't like i wasn't affected as in  like AFFECTED!!! but.. i was just like a fangirl reading twilight.. as opposed to reading marley and me.. where i started thinking about things.. that where... "larger" like.. the overal picture to where i was suppose to be going or suppose to be doing..&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;there are my usual vices... the insane need to watch korean shows... to insane need to play with anan.. to insane need to practise late at night.. i mean.. not really like.. practise practise.. but.. i feel like.. practising.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. but..&lt;br /&gt;marley... made me think of anana..&lt;br /&gt;lke.. why why why... i mean.. i know.. the passing from life to death is a process that everything has to go through... but... my anan...&lt;br /&gt;will he go through this phase.. i haven't thought of that... especially when you are soo close to something ... the mere presence or lack of presence would affect u...&lt;br /&gt;and it occur to me that...&lt;br /&gt;anan is not going to escape this fate...&lt;br /&gt;anan wouldn't stay with me forever&lt;br /&gt;anan would have the highest chance of leaving me before i leave him...&lt;br /&gt;the thought.. hit me... and.. i didn't know why.. but.. i just couldn't get the concept...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was denial .. but.. yar.. i just didn't wanna get it...&lt;br /&gt;my irritating, act-cute, funny, loving, idiotic, smart-yet-not-so-smart dog... was going to leave me one day...&lt;br /&gt;some doggie paradise i hope awaits him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is terrible.. but endearing.. haha.. oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. i am too critical... but.. haha.. he is... still him... the baby that i &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really realised that he had that place in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;i can predict... that once he leaves.. there would be this gaping hole in my heart once again&lt;br /&gt;and the heart would need some time to restore to its original state first i guess... before i get another darling like him...&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. there wouldn't be anything like him...&lt;br /&gt;but.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh welllsss...&lt;br /&gt;that thing thing.. is really going to be cherished ... very well cherished by me i guess..&lt;br /&gt;i would think about the times when we wouldn't even be able to play with each other..&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 anan=)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4553963923850422284?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4553963923850422284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4553963923850422284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4553963923850422284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4553963923850422284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-much-anticipation.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-827565778604675842</id><published>2009-03-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:18:42.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life has been GOOOODDDD=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my &lt;3 for KOREAN shows=))  [ i have graduated from drama to shows, sorta la.. though i still like korean drama=)))) kkotnamja]&lt;br /&gt;with my &lt;3 for movies=))) [haha.. trying to watch movies after movies]&lt;br /&gt;with my &lt;3 for doggie =)))) [ i &lt;3 darling=)]&lt;br /&gt;with my need to practise THEM [the evil duo!!! ahhh!!! but i like=))]&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankful=))&lt;br /&gt;really thankful=))&lt;br /&gt;haha=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway=))&lt;br /&gt;sooo.... i have to say this...=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really becoming a PIG already!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;i sleep SOOO LONGGGG and SOOOO WELLLLL=)))))&lt;br /&gt;honestly! it is.. WOAH! haha.. i get quite shocked at myself sometimes too=))&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i relish in it=))&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;a piggy thing to do.. but.. a very.. herher.. paiseh thing to do too=p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;hhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. sleeping is great.. but.. waking up everyday not having anything to do.. is like..&lt;br /&gt;SIAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighsss...&lt;br /&gt;but.. hopefully.... life would be entertaining=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappy=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-827565778604675842?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/827565778604675842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=827565778604675842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/827565778604675842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/827565778604675842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-has-been-goooodddd-with-my-3-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7804759980872525101</id><published>2009-02-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:49:38.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how exams can play such an IMPORTANT part of our lives&lt;br /&gt;but it's even more amazing how people can react to impending death sentence like attachment or in my case CLINICALS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I might have been around for about...&lt;br /&gt;10 months but.. i have gone through 2 "wonderful" experience of being attached to a hospital&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. obviously&lt;br /&gt;the idea of me vomitting bleed like somewhere in the not very distant pass... is not likely&lt;br /&gt;but ...&lt;br /&gt;this is the game of deception and politics...&lt;br /&gt;and i always thought politics where about justice, equality, meritocracy... and etc..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i was WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;like VERY WRONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;at least i know..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Politics starts with a P and is known as POISON! like the one with the skull on the tag THAT kind&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets think about it in a good way though...&lt;br /&gt;it might be poison..&lt;br /&gt;but.. noone said that taking small doses or poison would make you die instantanously right&lt;br /&gt;you might be more " resistant" to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;i am crapping&lt;br /&gt;if radiation was the supposed poison...&lt;br /&gt;the chances of having a resistance might be the same chance you get like.. a new heart on your butt...&lt;br /&gt;so yar...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep...=)&lt;br /&gt;and look my "best"???? tmr&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;good luck to me..&lt;br /&gt;and the many that would be fighting along side me with the monsters in our hearts....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;aka monsters (to me at least)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7804759980872525101?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7804759980872525101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7804759980872525101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7804759980872525101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7804759980872525101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-amazing-how-exams-can-play-such.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3801215154381880852</id><published>2009-02-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:46:30.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;If i could say something like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;music is my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my only source of living..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you would know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm obviously LYING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i mean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;maybe it's cause of my latest sickness or what&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but.. this AKAS syndrome doesn't die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;like.. really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;why??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;btw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AKAS is commonly known as...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ad-koreano-anti-studia syndrome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;where the infected person would face overwheming pressure to just WATCH KOREAN SHOWSSSS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and not study&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that is the main gist...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and it was found out by a reknowned scientist called&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ADELE THE GREAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;how great is that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ad-koreano-anti-studia syndrome...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i got no idea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but... i think... you can see what it has made me do right????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this post is rubbish .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;insane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;let me rectify it was this song=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for this next 4.28 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEnfZjqMSy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEnfZjqMSy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3801215154381880852?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3801215154381880852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3801215154381880852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3801215154381880852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3801215154381880852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-say-something-like.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7191232763047252429</id><published>2009-02-04T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:09:11.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i am on the brink of being insane...&lt;br /&gt;i casually decided that&lt;br /&gt;"my life should end with some kinda unique meaning..."&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i came across this in my notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Death and Dying&lt;br /&gt;5 Stages of Dying (Kubler - Ross; 1969)&lt;br /&gt;1. Denial isolation&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger&lt;br /&gt;3. Bargaining&lt;br /&gt;4. Depression&lt;br /&gt;5. Acceptance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i realised that this is SOOO FAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean in the million and one drama shows i have watched&lt;br /&gt;none of them followed this logic&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;br /&gt;AUTUMN in my heart&lt;br /&gt;or whatever other name it has&lt;br /&gt;the female lead didn't go through denial.. she just accepted=)&lt;br /&gt;and.. she wasn't exactly angry like ANGRY!!!! she skipped SOO MANY STEPS and reached acceptance&lt;br /&gt;or maybe she got the steps wrong&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;in my death and dying from studying&lt;br /&gt;here is my explaination and interpretation of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 5 STAGES OF DYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Denial isolation&lt;br /&gt;"What am i doing now?? it's okay.... there is still time to study.. even though i have like.. 30 sets of notes to cover and the time is 2 am and my test starts at 10am.. its okay.. there is time... i will be able to scrap through as i have... LET ME WATCH THIS SHOW/MV FIRST!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger&lt;br /&gt;"WHY!!! WHY !!! why did i choose to do this... this is a waste of my time... i mean.. why can't the video load faster? or why can't they just change it to a open book... i mean.. who in their right mind would start reciting the procedure or steps .. right???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bargaining&lt;br /&gt;"how about... 1 video to 1 chapter of notes... 2 chapters?? i should be able to finish it right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Depression&lt;br /&gt;"WHO CAN HELP ME AT THIS UNEARTHLY TIME.. WHERE A PAPER AWAITS MY BEAUTIFUL HANDWRITTING??? WHOOOO !!!! i need to study but the super glue on my keyboard is keeping my fingers CLOSE TO ITT!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(btw.. at times i do wonder if youtube actually have this virtual glue where you just CAN"T STAY AWAY FROM IT!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;"i mean.. who is going to get like. all correct right? i mean... as long as i can pass... i shouldn't be too bad right... okay... stick to the plan.. and start studying until the last minute... that is the LAST of the LAST minute la... what can i do.. thinking through all this stages have already caused me to lose more time then i need to lose... oh wells.. LUCK!!! PLEASE COME TO ME!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps...&lt;br /&gt;my own version of my 5 stages of dying...&lt;br /&gt;hope.. i start remembering the other facts instead of this UNSIGNIFICANT AND UNIMPORTANT ONE=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7191232763047252429?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7191232763047252429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7191232763047252429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7191232763047252429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7191232763047252429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-i-am-on-brink-of-being-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1344686860529041383</id><published>2009-02-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:12:32.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what...&lt;br /&gt;hot news for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED REHAB!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as in the kind where people go in to stop their addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;and this rehab thing is SOOO NOTT WORKING FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;cause.. i am still addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;how can someone still happily surf the net and look for KOREAN SHOWS&lt;br /&gt;and KOREAN SONG the day before her next exam??&lt;br /&gt;like.. WHO CAN BE THIS PRO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;and i actually thought exams were like the best rehab centres around...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT HAS LOST IT"S HOLD OVER MEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am...&lt;br /&gt;trying to multi-task like what&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO told us NOTTTT to do...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;rebellious streak?? (more like.. can't unglue my hands from the keyboard =p)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;as explained...&lt;br /&gt;i , ADELE THE GREAT, is under the spell called&lt;br /&gt;ad-koreano-anti-studia syndrome&lt;br /&gt;though there is no cure for this weird syndrome (lets just call it AKAS)&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;the AKAS in me is acting up and here is what i found=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kp3LJol38yY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kp3LJol38yY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1344686860529041383?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1344686860529041383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1344686860529041383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1344686860529041383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1344686860529041383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4572252339840434321</id><published>2009-02-01T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:48:47.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW FIND!!!!! LATEST CRAZE!!!!! INSANE AND UNREACHABLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. Today, i bring to you... my latest craze...=)&lt;br /&gt;and yet.. something nice and special=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMSUIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before you look at the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;i would like you to stop living in the fantasy about&lt;br /&gt;BIKINI&lt;br /&gt;or even the normal but holey kinda swim suits&lt;br /&gt;wells..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really interested in those...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;my dream swimsuit looks something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHiy7rtbI/AAAAAAAAAho/j9GKs78X7Hk/s1600-h/8-20A973798-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297859937272837554" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHiy7rtbI/AAAAAAAAAho/j9GKs78X7Hk/s200/8-20A973798-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHi4FaZqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8kDJl3V8mIA/s1600-h/8-20A973798-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297859938655823522" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHi4FaZqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8kDJl3V8mIA/s200/8-20A973798-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHi-RYHeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JqJjElNt21Y/s1600-h/8-20A973798-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297859940316618210" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHi-RYHeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JqJjElNt21Y/s200/8-20A973798-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well=)&lt;br /&gt;i mean a combination of ALL OF THESE=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHtQgzn2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/jcdpTmidKpk/s1600-h/8-018090001-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297860117011865442" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHtQgzn2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/jcdpTmidKpk/s200/8-018090001-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXICJOkNAI/AAAAAAAAAig/7yXUkggorLU/s1600-h/8-018090001-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297860475833562114" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXICJOkNAI/AAAAAAAAAig/7yXUkggorLU/s200/8-018090001-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXIDeWdE9I/AAAAAAAAAio/5PSzqo82kow/s1600-h/8-018090001-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297860498683663314" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXIDeWdE9I/AAAAAAAAAio/5PSzqo82kow/s200/8-018090001-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHjEoDYeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/YjPk-LWBsv0/s1600-h/8-008143218-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297859942022341090" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHjEoDYeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/YjPk-LWBsv0/s200/8-008143218-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHjqns3oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7RcnGHWYmHQ/s1600-h/8-008143218-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297859952221412994" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHjqns3oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7RcnGHWYmHQ/s200/8-008143218-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHtfCn9FI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bkry1Z0JVKo/s1600-h/8-008143218-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297860120911803474" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHtfCn9FI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bkry1Z0JVKo/s200/8-008143218-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why i think they are super nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one reason for getting this is cause i like swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as it is possible for me to swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though the urge to swim is there.. but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;herher.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paiseh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. i like..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this swimmingsuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how more covered do i have to be to go in???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my jeans and shirt on??&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells. thats why i like this swimmingsuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the price on this is also as amazing as my love for this=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is in pounds and it is 100 POUNDS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you wanna take out 100 pounds of fats from me.. i TOTALLY DON"T MIND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you mean like the english currency POUNDS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait until i become some pro at swimming or i am SUPER DESPERATE or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or what about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a rob some bank with at least 100 pounds for me to rob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering the terrible economic crisis we are facing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 pounds seems like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a HUGE some of money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why even holga is put on HOLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like HOLga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and HOLd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing around now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. aiyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super stresssedddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how in the world did Brahms right such musicaly exciting and intriging music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such that the performer is just amazed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime he plays the piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is NOT disonant as it sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is LAYERED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay if you dont' understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can ask me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.. in the future kinda thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is LAYERED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not DISONANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. it is AMAZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the AMAZING like beethoven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is AMAZING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am starting to heart brahms too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's influenced by the 3 B's concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this B has changed my perspective on disonant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy happy happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but..hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;debusssyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you still rawk my socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course the rest of you rawk tooo=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33333&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4572252339840434321?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4572252339840434321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4572252339840434321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4572252339840434321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4572252339840434321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-find-latest-craze-insane-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SYXHiy7rtbI/AAAAAAAAAho/j9GKs78X7Hk/s72-c/8-20A973798-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-6020158865472137769</id><published>2009-01-23T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:43:11.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was listening to a song that i like alot...&lt;br /&gt;and here are the lyrics=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, but hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another dayI swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to your words 'cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight when you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;this song..&lt;br /&gt;gives me the impression of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXnxf5KZvfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qGFrhfuCbCw/s1600-h/things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528367173418482" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXnxf5KZvfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qGFrhfuCbCw/s200/things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of the supposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXnxgIvS0BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yeK4UEfsScI/s1600-h/FRIENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528371354685458" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXnxgIvS0BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yeK4UEfsScI/s200/FRIENDS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something close to that...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am not intuitive enought...&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling that...&lt;br /&gt;the song is talking about a supposed breakup instead of a supposed get together...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i realised my other choice of camera is going to hurt me more than my holga..&lt;br /&gt;so... for now...&lt;br /&gt;holga is going to take up my mind then&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this sudden impulse to learn photography&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;and of course my dream to learn saxophone or horn wouldn't diminish along with the many years=) hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6020158865472137769?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6020158865472137769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6020158865472137769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6020158865472137769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6020158865472137769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-listening-to-song-that-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXnxf5KZvfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qGFrhfuCbCw/s72-c/things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-670749116378091349</id><published>2009-01-22T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:51:49.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blogskin=)&lt;br /&gt;new feel=)&lt;br /&gt;new adventures to record=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i shall start with having more pictures=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately...&lt;br /&gt;i have this craving for a camera...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... obviously having a digital camera is good...&lt;br /&gt;butttt&lt;br /&gt;it lacks something that i want.. a feel... a emotion that it can emit...&lt;br /&gt;wells=)&lt;br /&gt;i have found my dream camera...&lt;br /&gt;at least.. what i THINK is my dream camera.. actually...&lt;br /&gt;i am still quite split between 2.. but.. oh wells.. post the 1st one first=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to HOLGA=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSdPkQrrI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HUaAyuX_u00/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294142393066499762" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSdPkQrrI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HUaAyuX_u00/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a HUNK=)&lt;br /&gt;super cute right....&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;holga is a toy camera but... he still takes pretty pictures and it is not very complex i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;the lovability factor is HIGH...&lt;br /&gt;but...=(&lt;br /&gt;obviously it has it's flaws right...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;his greatest flaw is that...&lt;br /&gt;he is a pampered, money sucking, emotional freak...&lt;br /&gt;cause... he is a film-dependant and battery dependant camera...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;means i have to buy films regularly to feed him and...&lt;br /&gt;the batteries just give him the energy to do what he suppose to do...&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;whats more...&lt;br /&gt;the effect of having good shots from him might not be very frequent...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;most films might also be counted as wasted...&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. one roll of film cost about $10 and it only holds about 12 pictures...&lt;br /&gt;imagine... 120 pictures = $100&lt;br /&gt;oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;the cost of having a cute hunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... lets see his "powers"=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSds0AjhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oNRP5cVpXHo/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294142400917179922" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSds0AjhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oNRP5cVpXHo/s200/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty right....=)&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;when can i take such artistic pictures that can capture the essesence of how i felt at that point of time...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;i really think holga is the guy for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THAN....&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSdxoshII/AAAAAAAAAhI/7ft_-7cYEjs/s1600-h/kkot_bts21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294142402211906690" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSdxoshII/AAAAAAAAAhI/7ft_-7cYEjs/s200/kkot_bts21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KIM BUMMM =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is from the korean version of meteor garden (aka. Boys over flowers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously my latest obsession from the latest korean drama i'm watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after watching this show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel this need to update my wardrobe=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause the clothes featured there are NICE.. PRETTY... COOL... and CUTE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my tian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i would sooo regret doing this in the future when i look back at my past post... but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;act like some teenager who is like STAR CRAZED=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all the pictures for the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other contender would match up better to the ever charming holga=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-670749116378091349?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/670749116378091349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=670749116378091349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/670749116378091349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/670749116378091349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blogskin-new-feel-new-adventures-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SXiSdPkQrrI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HUaAyuX_u00/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-4454103520487384835</id><published>2009-01-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:33:45.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proverbs 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the chapter is quite a lot to type... i guess... i should just type my feelings about this chapter and give a rough idea ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough idea/ key idea....&lt;br /&gt;7 Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil&lt;br /&gt;9 Honor the Lord with your wealth, with the firstfruits of all your crops;&lt;br /&gt;10 then your barns will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine.&lt;br /&gt;21 My son, preserve sound judgment and discernment, do not let them out of your sight&lt;br /&gt;22 they will be life for you, an ornament to grace your neck.&lt;br /&gt;23 Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble&lt;br /&gt;24 when you lie down, you will not be afraid when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;25 Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked&lt;br /&gt;26 for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared&lt;br /&gt;27 Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act&lt;br /&gt;28 Do not say to your neighbor, " Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow" when you now have it with you&lt;br /&gt;29 Do not plot harm against your neighbor, who lives trustfully near you&lt;br /&gt;30 Do not accuse a man for no reason when he has done you no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps... these key verses that speak to me now... actually tell me alot... about what i should do... i must do... i will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience is one of the most difficult things to achieve 100% in your life...&lt;br /&gt;for example.. when your friend ask you for your set of notes... and you need it too... but.. you know you can do without it... but.. you tell them.. err.. i don't have it.. that kinda thing... well... this is EXACTLY the kinda thing God wants us NOT to do... which with our human nature we would do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that... God actually wants us to rely on his almight power while listening to his word and following him closely...&lt;br /&gt;this is my struggle... obedience... simply spelt.. but.. hard to follow... words can flow endlessly from people's mouth.. but how many times do we actually praise God with everything we have... i mean... it is a miracle for one person to wake up everyday when every other minute... another poor soul is struggling for food or even water ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn more... i want to learn all i can to be able to be a great help for God... to help glorify God's name... to do all i can to be a living testimony for God... i want others to look at my life and say... woah. who is this God of yours that you actually are a nice person that kinda thing...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... i might have lagged in my growth... due to certain matters...&lt;br /&gt;but... with time and through time... the empty space had still remained empty..&lt;br /&gt;the hole that was there ... is still there...&lt;br /&gt;the empty space for that someone is not filled yet...&lt;br /&gt;untill i seriously OPENED my eyes and i saw that time had left her behind...&lt;br /&gt;what was present became the past...&lt;br /&gt;what was sadness turned into melancholy&lt;br /&gt;what was pain and hurt mysteriously remained as they are...&lt;br /&gt;until recently when i tried to re-live that trying period of my life.. .where i have felt that...&lt;br /&gt;life have moved on...&lt;br /&gt;things have gone forwards...&lt;br /&gt;the only one who is looking back is me...&lt;br /&gt;the fast paced world that we live in... don't give time for those who long for the past.. they give chances to those who look to the future... the great dreams and aspirations propel the drive to succed in the world such that... this cycle never ends.&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;i know i will still miss you...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how long...&lt;br /&gt;i know that empty space in my heart would be yours. always. forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now... let me understand the great plans God have for me... the great plans that i was blinded by with my sadness... lets hope i don't get this kinda sadness... or that i would be strong enought to depend on God for his strength instead of resenting the outcome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4454103520487384835?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4454103520487384835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4454103520487384835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4454103520487384835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4454103520487384835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/01/proverbs-3-as-chapter-is-quite-lot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6236964792385501683</id><published>2009-01-12T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:54:15.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is officially a new day... to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;13 Jan is the day. a new day. a new sense of hope. a new sense of purpose...&lt;br /&gt;but... being a busy person (as i like to put it)&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing ONLINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and.. since i haven't touched my very important RADBIO...&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing now... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i can only say that...&lt;br /&gt;i am finding myself from my old self.&lt;br /&gt;things which seem to be the MOST important matter at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;fades into oblivion through the scars and scraps that we get from growing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up was never made to be some kinda fairytale for us to fulfill...&lt;br /&gt;neither is it some kinda destiny that we are suppose to live the motions through&lt;br /&gt;it is MORE than that...&lt;br /&gt;it is how God has transformed our lives and how we can glorify him with our daily living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's passage is taken from Proverbs 2&lt;br /&gt;(one of the books which i like to read again and again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 My son, if you accept my words and store up y commands within you,&lt;br /&gt;2 turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding.&lt;br /&gt;3 and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;4 and if you look for it as for hidden treasure,&lt;br /&gt;5 then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God&lt;br /&gt;6 For the Lord gives wisdom. and from his mouth come kowledge and understanding&lt;br /&gt;7 He holds victory in store for teh upright, he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless.&lt;br /&gt;8 for he guards the course of the just and protects the way of his faithful ones.&lt;br /&gt;9 The you will understnd what is right and just and fair - every good path&lt;br /&gt;10 For wisdom will enter tyour heart and knowledge will be pleasant to our soul&lt;br /&gt;11 Discretion will protect you  and understanding will guard you&lt;br /&gt;12 Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse&lt;br /&gt;13 who leave the straight paths to walk in dark ways&lt;br /&gt;14 who delight in doing wrong and reoice in the perverseness of evil&lt;br /&gt;15 whose paths are crooked and who are devious in their ways&lt;br /&gt;16 It will save you also from the adulteress from the wayward wife with her seductive words&lt;br /&gt;17 who has left the partner of her yourth and ignored the covenant she made before God&lt;br /&gt;18 For her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead&lt;br /&gt;19 None who go to her return or attain the paths of life&lt;br /&gt;20 Thus you will walk in the ways of good men and keep to the paths of the righteorus&lt;br /&gt;21 For theupright will live in the land and hte blameless will remain in it&lt;br /&gt;22 but the wicked will be cut off from the land and the unfaithful will be torn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lord is the source of all wisdom and power and those who are evil can even be saved with wisdom. As wisdom is different from knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is a type of knowledge that can change your wholebeing... not just a vague idea of knowlege, but a certain indept one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.. better sleep.. if not.. tmr i FLUNK (not that i am NOT suspecting this outcome...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6236964792385501683?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6236964792385501683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6236964792385501683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6236964792385501683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6236964792385501683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-officially-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-2892265643677171329</id><published>2009-01-08T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:02:06.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strangely... i'm in my philosophical self now... so.. yep.. here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times... things don't happen the way you want them too...&lt;br /&gt;but.. that is just the way life is... refreshing...&lt;br /&gt;furthermore...&lt;br /&gt;the way you have planned for things to work out.. might not necessarily happen too...&lt;br /&gt;which actually goes to prove that life is never predictable...&lt;br /&gt;its just about how spot on you are or how correct you are...&lt;br /&gt;so... why is it that people say that it is a "natural" progression... when life in itself is NOT predictable...&lt;br /&gt;tha thas got me stupped in the essence of the question...&lt;br /&gt;cause... then.. why do people believe in doing a new year resolution...&lt;br /&gt;when resolute all you want...&lt;br /&gt;the chances of it actually being accomplished is one in a million...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must we always fall into that boundary of that one in a million...&lt;br /&gt;aren't we special enought as humans... homosapians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more point...&lt;br /&gt;chasing upon something time and time again.. is very tiring...&lt;br /&gt;especially when it is something unreachable...&lt;br /&gt;when it is time to stop... the only way and thing that you should do is...&lt;br /&gt;just let it go...&lt;br /&gt;reminising about it is just like reopening wounds that were healing...&lt;br /&gt;or refracturing your finger just when it recovered...&lt;br /&gt;or finding more cancer metastasis when you have just reached your 5 year of cancer free life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until you are fully protected from being hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;then.. revisit ...&lt;br /&gt;but.. if you don't even know it...&lt;br /&gt;then.. who can blame you for breaking that one important finger just before your performance right?&lt;br /&gt;then... who can blame you for waking up... feeling that something is lost right?&lt;br /&gt;then... who can blame you for being insecure all the time that you fear much and your life is in a turmoil right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times...&lt;br /&gt;i feel that complex matters should be left with those who have the capacity of understand and digest those complex matters...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so sorry to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;life doesn't work this way...&lt;br /&gt;the more you avoid complexity...&lt;br /&gt;the more complexity yearns to be your more trusted friend..&lt;br /&gt;such that...&lt;br /&gt;you lose your grip on life... and trouble has a grip on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't life be the way it was before everything became complicated...&lt;br /&gt;i might have never expected me to be this way...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should write a letter to myself... like.. 5 years down the road...&lt;br /&gt;every year...&lt;br /&gt;then.. after 5 years... i would be reading my first letter to myself...&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;as unpredicatable as life is...&lt;br /&gt;what would happen to those letters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan...&lt;br /&gt;plan out your life...&lt;br /&gt;feels like an oxymoron to me...&lt;br /&gt;strangely...&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness i felt in J1 and whenever else... is not really there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;br /&gt;the wound has healed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on with life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2892265643677171329?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2892265643677171329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2892265643677171329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2892265643677171329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2892265643677171329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2009/01/strangely.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4131740752291939641</id><published>2009-01-08T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:21:23.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;hectic to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;but fulfilling...&lt;br /&gt;not that i have completed my anat or my MRS or even my PC...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i have enjoyed this wonderful week...&lt;br /&gt;sorta.&lt;br /&gt;and i am glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say that...&lt;br /&gt;nothing is easy...&lt;br /&gt;honestly...&lt;br /&gt;even planning out your timetable&lt;br /&gt;or even spending time with friends...&lt;br /&gt;none of it is easy...&lt;br /&gt;something is go for something else to come...&lt;br /&gt;but.. i hope...&lt;br /&gt;that even though this kinda hectic lifestyle... would sorta last for the whole month..&lt;br /&gt;i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i would have abundance of grace... patience... and strength to carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;please look after yourself...&lt;br /&gt;especially... when a strong strain of flu bug is making it's way around singapore...&lt;br /&gt;not a nice thing to fall sick before your concerts and performances right??&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;jia you everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4131740752291939641?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28637171.post-5859400559441392063</id><published>2008-12-29T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:19:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;stepped into a polytechnic. ponned lessons. gone to vienna. driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;err... herher.. i don't even remember them... maybe i will make more realistic ones then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jared=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;not that i know of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Vienna=) hahahha. * heartbeats faster. feels like fainting=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Faith/ Determination/ Perseverance/ Drive/ Confidence/ a beetle =p hopefully=)/ more chances to perform=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What exact date(s) from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;2 Jan- for starting my first ever work.&lt;br /&gt;28 March - for quiting my job&lt;br /&gt;4 April - for starting a new chapter of my life&lt;br /&gt;June/ July - Vienna trip (herehr really forgot)&lt;br /&gt;25 Dec - for having a very memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;VIENNA! DRIVING! RENEWAL of faith in christ. ATTACHMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Losing faith. Losing my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer any illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;BAD FEVER and sorethroat. thanks to the wonderful CLASSES i taught.&lt;br /&gt;flu. cough. and homework-o-phobia and of course musico syndromo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;cardigan. hairbands and hairbands and EVEN more hairbands. Bag bag and MORE BAGS. Food food and MORE FOOD. and... chen qi zhen's CD=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...  i don't really know... herher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Not to be said. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say... herher.. food... food and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Performanace and going to like.. overseas... driving.. dessert... anan... friends.. movies... shopping... actually... many many things get me really excited=) haha.. i am excited about EVERYTHING and anything i guess..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Womanizer -  Britney. So what - Pink.  Im yours - Jason mraz. 旅行的意义- 陈绮zhen... (i forgot how to spell her name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:i. happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;happier&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;fatter.&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;richer in emotions. poorer in speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;studying. spending time with my friends. eating. going out... going overseas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;dreaming. watching tv. eating. sleeping. slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;well. On Christmas eve. we had a very BIG SPREAD (that needed until the next morning to digest) with my relatives. then.. we went to church for a christmas service before going home to sleep. and on the day itself... i slacked my way through using the computer and waking up late=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;gossip girls. csi. house etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;actually. i don't exactly hate anyone... hmm.. so.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking dawn. (and that was about the only book i read this year.. to taking in twilight, new moon and eclipse that i read AGAIN...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Jazz and blues are GOODDD and so are OLDIES=) haha.. i am a RETRO FREAK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;my driving licence =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you get and not want?&lt;br /&gt;MORE WEIGHT!!!! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;海角七号.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically, i spent it at WORK. but my wonderful friends celebrated it for me.. BUT.. i had piano lesson after that.. so.. herher.. a different kinda birthday from usual. and i was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;SUPERB results, a beetle. a new cello. being better at cello and piano. and MORE HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;shorts. sweaters. layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Brad pitt?? lang lang?? and of course MICHAEL PHELPS!!!!!!!!&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The taiwan political situation and the terrorist attack in india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;regine/ manzhi/ fad/ wanwei/ huiling/ vunhui/ shiela/ actually, everyone in my class.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: NOTHING in life comes cheap. There is always something to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;A la peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5859400559441392063?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5859400559441392063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5859400559441392063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5859400559441392063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5859400559441392063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4899811842109838970</id><published>2008-12-28T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:24:42.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the last few minutes of my beloved holiday is coming to an end...&lt;br /&gt;let me try and summarise it was a few very very important words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really&lt;br /&gt;i few very blessed to ever be like.. HERE typing this&lt;br /&gt;cause..&lt;br /&gt;yep... over the years, i grew from a person with explicit faith in all things&lt;br /&gt;to one.. who is overtly skeptical about almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like...&lt;br /&gt;i began closing in... closing up... clamping myself shut...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... i have been so good at clamping myself up that...&lt;br /&gt;there is not much a need for me to try to close up... but i feel that i can just do that subconciously&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i might not seem that way...&lt;br /&gt;(apparently... )&lt;br /&gt;but... in the past... i had this impulse in me... that i know was good&lt;br /&gt;that i know came from God.&lt;br /&gt;but... i moved away.&lt;br /&gt;gradually, but eventually, such that.. i don't even know what came over me...&lt;br /&gt;then... by a stoke of chance...&lt;br /&gt;i met new friends.&lt;br /&gt;new kind of lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;new kind of future that i never wanted to think of&lt;br /&gt;everything was just ...&lt;br /&gt;new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got caught up with just about everything.. but.. the important stuff...&lt;br /&gt;i mean ... okay ... i love music, but who would ever thinking of making music their ricebowl??&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;who would think that... going overseas to perform is much better than even getting good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i realised...&lt;br /&gt;i was that foolish one.&lt;br /&gt;the naive one&lt;br /&gt;the one who thought that... everything would fall into place just because i wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cello was just a tool at that time,&lt;br /&gt;but now... it is my passion.&lt;br /&gt;Performing is more than just a segment of learning,&lt;br /&gt;it became my hope and wish.&lt;br /&gt;Going overseas to see the world and their music&lt;br /&gt;is becoming even more important then so many many things..&lt;br /&gt;like the BEETLE i'm eyeing (herher.. materialist me =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;but.. this wonderful holidays taught me more than ever&lt;br /&gt;to cherish your friends.&lt;br /&gt;to cherish your million and one relationships that matter&lt;br /&gt;to strive to listen to that voice in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying.&lt;br /&gt;and trying&lt;br /&gt;and trying&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;even though i have been trying,&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that...&lt;br /&gt;God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i can really make a difference for those who are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;for those who need that kinda comfort&lt;br /&gt;for those who i am capable of reaching out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiation.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds scary.&lt;br /&gt;But... i believe, we use our heart more than our heads.&lt;br /&gt;so... yeps.&lt;br /&gt;RT.&lt;br /&gt;honestly...&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed being an RT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is also...&lt;br /&gt;another extent of myself...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i am not making sense again.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;herher...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all things end well.&lt;br /&gt;and that i would clearly reflect upon the year before it comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;a clear reflection would bring me back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;instead of having my head and heart in the clouds once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. K!!!! i wanna go or-chut-chut!!!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4899811842109838970?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4899811842109838970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4899811842109838970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4899811842109838970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4899811842109838970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-last-few-minutes-of-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7794169586697736952</id><published>2008-12-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:25:37.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soo touched by this MV. sighs. and i think she sings superbly well.. maybe thats why.. i am soo touched.. i think the MV was really smart. and nice. sighs. sobs sobs a bit.. herher. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uw9Z70p2MlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uw9Z70p2MlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7794169586697736952?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7794169586697736952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7794169586697736952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7794169586697736952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7794169586697736952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-soo-touched-by-this-mv.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7110172655622598867</id><published>2008-12-20T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:16:15.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMR!!!!!!!!! soccer SINGAPORE!!!! vs VIETNAM!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT a soccer fan&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT a patriot of SINGAPORE(i mean.. not to the extent to fanatical, but. i still &lt;3 my country okay!)&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;don't you feel&lt;br /&gt;that...&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;this match is like...&lt;br /&gt;HUGE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;at least i think so la.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;just watched the We Got Married show&lt;br /&gt;and was a bit sentimental when i watched the lettuce couple..&lt;br /&gt;cause.. they are very funny... like.. VERY&lt;br /&gt;and when i watched their earlier times together.. it was super amusing&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;they would be missed... just like.. the AlShin couple&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't really watch the Ant Couple and... the AnSol couple.. but&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. they were good as they lasted.. haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;i will miss all this time that i have spent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7110172655622598867?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7110172655622598867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7110172655622598867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7110172655622598867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7110172655622598867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmr-soccer-singapore-vs-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7328963895136206227</id><published>2008-12-16T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:23:40.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strangely... my plans of practising cello and piano are a bit OFF&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;better start putting  more effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'm hooked onto miss no good and moonlight resonance&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and of course...&lt;br /&gt;we got married&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i love holidays&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7328963895136206227?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7328963895136206227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7328963895136206227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7328963895136206227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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compliant...&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for now...&lt;br /&gt;i have some wishes...&lt;br /&gt;or... aims for my holidays&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. paint my nails&lt;br /&gt;2. practise cello&lt;br /&gt;3. practise piano&lt;br /&gt;4. read up more&lt;br /&gt;5. watch shows&lt;br /&gt;6. watch my spending&lt;br /&gt;7. revise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds simple.. but it is TOTALLY NOTTTTT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;have to sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;if not..&lt;br /&gt;i would look TERRIBLE TMR&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;not that it matters&lt;br /&gt;but if its gonna affect my quality of playing..&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;better not risk it then&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;jia you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6979585768357992227?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6979585768357992227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6979585768357992227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6979585768357992227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6979585768357992227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-felt-time-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1465226659962756132</id><published>2008-12-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:14:07.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can sooo imagine me...&lt;br /&gt;for the next 2 weeks after this last 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;doing things like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. piano&lt;br /&gt;2. cello&lt;br /&gt;3. tv&lt;br /&gt;4. go out&lt;br /&gt;5. computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... that is about all that would sum up my holidays...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;that is like...&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY la...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i am kinda in a I-CAN"T-WAIT-FOR-THE-WEEKENDS-TO-BE-HERE&lt;br /&gt;and a&lt;br /&gt;WHAT-AM-I-GOING-TO-EXPECT-TMR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mood&lt;br /&gt;that is like...&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO&lt;br /&gt;i don't know la..&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that...&lt;br /&gt;i am in a HIGGHHHHHHH but... LLLOOOWWWW moodd&lt;br /&gt;talk about ironic man!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i shall make the MOST out of my wonderfully well-earned holidays&lt;br /&gt;i might even end up hogging a chair for the next 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and maybe by then..&lt;br /&gt;my butt might have been decomposed already&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;what a weird and ironic world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange. strange. strange.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;what can you say...&lt;br /&gt;change is the only constant thing in life&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Grey's&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells oh wells&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep&lt;br /&gt;if not i would be a ZOMBIE tmr&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1465226659962756132?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1465226659962756132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1465226659962756132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1465226659962756132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1465226659962756132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-sooo-imagine-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-2265237627268708260</id><published>2008-12-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:01:00.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever wondered about how vulnerable life is....&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered that your course of action now.. would directly affect things in the future&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered how fast time goes such that.. you can't even slow it down....&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why things and habits are formed without your realisation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always knew that life was precious and vulnerable...&lt;br /&gt;BUT... it didn't really strike me very hard....&lt;br /&gt;head knowledge is one thing.. but.. realising that it is around... as in AROUND....&lt;br /&gt;i never really could reconcile it was the present life i am in....&lt;br /&gt;it seems soo much like a different world compared to the one you live in now....&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am an idealist.. but.. honestly... who actually thinks that people your age can also die...&lt;br /&gt;the thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;is like.. a WAKE UP call for me.&lt;br /&gt;like.. LOOK.. where is all the time in the world that you were talking about....&lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;something that has soo few letters actually has much meaning in it...&lt;br /&gt;sooo much more then we can ever expect.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i can never expect to see for example any of my friends as one of the people i meet often.&lt;br /&gt;this thought is daunting...&lt;br /&gt;the fear,&lt;br /&gt;the horror,&lt;br /&gt;everything i don't want to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am awake...&lt;br /&gt;very awake....&lt;br /&gt;not in the literal sense...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i am awake...&lt;br /&gt;my soul is awake...&lt;br /&gt;my heart is awake...&lt;br /&gt;my eyes that are looking at this desolate world...&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2265237627268708260?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2265237627268708260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2265237627268708260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2265237627268708260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2265237627268708260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-wondered-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3278382004758601582</id><published>2008-12-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:22:49.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel sad. or maybe... it is called imbalance...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever i am feeling.. it is NOT GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;i am... a bit taken aback by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;just tell me...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN I DOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. don't find me until i want to be found.&lt;br /&gt;cause that would mean that i have not even out this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;let me get it ALL evened out... such that i am totally oblivious...&lt;br /&gt;this might take some time... but&lt;br /&gt;no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;i miss jolinna.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3278382004758601582?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3278382004758601582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3278382004758601582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3278382004758601582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3278382004758601582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6755123638715681701</id><published>2008-12-01T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:43:37.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;when you have no time...&lt;br /&gt;you long for that few seconds or even few minutes that you spend doing things that are deemed as "pointless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...&lt;br /&gt;when you have LOADS of time...&lt;br /&gt;would you still feel the pity in that few minutes or seconds... or would they be like.. redundent time..&lt;br /&gt;that you can simply use to "waste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who gave us the concept of time?&lt;br /&gt;who gave us the concept of preciousness?&lt;br /&gt;who gave us the concept of waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it innate ability&lt;br /&gt;or was it learned reflex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is worth while?&lt;br /&gt;what is NOT worth while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are things that are worth while for us... worth while for the rest?&lt;br /&gt;if not? why?&lt;br /&gt;why do some feel that... the act of watching tv is worth their while...&lt;br /&gt;while a different group feel that.. watching tv is useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do some feel that.. doing homework is worth while...&lt;br /&gt;while a different group feel that ... time spent on homework is better spent else where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it our upbringing? that has inherrently caused us to view life differently...&lt;br /&gt;or is there a real right and a real wrong such that...&lt;br /&gt;we are actually all the same&lt;br /&gt;being able to agree upon something is a mystery already...&lt;br /&gt;what more.. disagreeing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had this weird feeling...&lt;br /&gt;where.. as you are doing what you are doing...&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly realise that the crowd parts...&lt;br /&gt;to reveal to you... something that you don't want to face...&lt;br /&gt;something close to your nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;and... upon chancing upon this nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;the after shock is devasting...&lt;br /&gt;like.. the Hurricane katrina...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;when you have met with this kinda nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;call me...&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you did to overcome it...&lt;br /&gt;cause ...&lt;br /&gt;i know...&lt;br /&gt;i need to wake up already&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;blame the happy genes implanted in me then..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6755123638715681701?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6755123638715681701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6755123638715681701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6755123638715681701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6755123638715681701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4084730253562688235</id><published>2008-11-29T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:23:32.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a pity. a real pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4084730253562688235?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4084730253562688235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4084730253562688235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4084730253562688235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4084730253562688235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/pity.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-89639240886554760</id><published>2008-11-27T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:52:17.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In one day, i broke all promise of NOT GOING TO YOUTUBE and NOT GOING TO FACEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;instead of being a kan chiong mugger AT HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the exact thing i DON"T WANT to happen.. but&lt;br /&gt;self-control is my BIGGEST flaw.&lt;br /&gt;i mean... the LACK of self-control&lt;br /&gt;and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying now, but here i am...&lt;br /&gt;back to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;talking about ANYTHING but studying...&lt;br /&gt;strange how people can get this kinda studying amnesia when they want to...&lt;br /&gt;but for strange inccidents and small little things.. they remember it...&lt;br /&gt;just like an .... ELEPHANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of the human mind&lt;br /&gt;(herher.. can it be like.. CNS? hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;gosh....&lt;br /&gt;CNS, CVS, Blood, Lymph, GIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant to say...&lt;br /&gt;WHHHYYYYY AMMMMM IIIII SOOOO LLLAAAZZZZYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;before i brood over this terribly interestingly debative topic...&lt;br /&gt;i shall get back to studying&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STTTAARRRDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEE here i come!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one more day&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-89639240886554760?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/89639240886554760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=89639240886554760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/89639240886554760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/89639240886554760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-one-day-i-broke-all-promise-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5445864654262953461</id><published>2008-11-25T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:35:18.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;in retrospection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i have just done music and left my pathetic life at that...&lt;br /&gt;should i have just stuck to piano and not touch the cello at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the million and one things i could and might have done...&lt;br /&gt;which i did and didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no flare for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE NO FLARE FOR MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none at all.&lt;br /&gt;but... if you were to see my currently lifestyle now...&lt;br /&gt;i might seem to be placing more emphasis on something like.. music&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to studying like... student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning...&lt;br /&gt;bad. bad. bad. bad. BAD&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that weird thought is of me.. doing something like...&lt;br /&gt;a music degree at the end of my 3 years in diploma for RT...&lt;br /&gt;weird or WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... i don't know if i should or shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;perplexed perplexed perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do...&lt;br /&gt;what is it going to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. i shall just STOP thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on something more tangible and substential like...&lt;br /&gt;PRACTISING...&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING....&lt;br /&gt;FOCUSSING...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;GET BACK TO MY BOOOKKKSSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not compromise to the world or unhappiness...&lt;br /&gt;and remain in the world of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLUR, TOOT, DUMB DUMB, LUCKY, OPTIMIST&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;which sounds exactly like.. what i was =)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;shall get back to digesting that stack of notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. now i know why i need all those yakult at home...&lt;br /&gt;pss. but.. herher.. sometimes the diahorrea comes out at the wrong time.. and destroys EVERYTHING.. oh wells. who can have the best of all worlds then..&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5445864654262953461?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5445864654262953461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5445864654262953461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5445864654262953461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5445864654262953461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6958239814057782339</id><published>2008-11-23T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:02:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have made this painstaking decision!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL NOT WATCH ANY VIDEOS FOR THE WHOLE WEEKKKKKKK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. that hurts. herher.&lt;br /&gt;why does that hurt?&lt;br /&gt;because.. that means there is no moonlight resonance for the WHOLE week&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that.. no entertainment&lt;br /&gt;no whatever else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO FACEBOOK FOR THE WEEKK TOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfasdlfkjahsdlkjhfkalsjhdfkl jha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing to myself&lt;br /&gt;i got NO IDEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i stand corrected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going sick!&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my test are coming.&lt;br /&gt;and still coming&lt;br /&gt;and STIL COMING&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed&lt;br /&gt;and on the edge of falling sick and insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i shall survive...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;not succumb to the temptation of going to youtube and facebook&lt;br /&gt;and you know what...&lt;br /&gt;i actually can type both words with ease SOOO quickly as opposed so something like...&lt;br /&gt;radiation therapy&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;br /&gt;1 corinthians 10.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yeps.&lt;br /&gt;shall sleep and recover then&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. nice concert today.. muahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6958239814057782339?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6958239814057782339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6958239814057782339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6958239814057782339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6958239814057782339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-made-this-painstaking-decision-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7480074893214790384</id><published>2008-11-22T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:57:59.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wells. i honestly wonder... what am i doing HERE? infront of the comp, typing out these entries? What am i doing this for? Is this a way of communication? a good and effective way to get out those ideas that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause, fyi, i have&lt;br /&gt;1. 4 MAJOR test next week ( i think it is 4.. oh wells. it's just mainly ALL my modules)&lt;br /&gt;2. i have a concert tmr (to perform... if it was to watch.. i might just fall asleep... or maybe not =p(&lt;br /&gt;3. wasting my time trying to catch up on my moonlight resonance show (which is like SOOO not the time now... oh my tian... i SOOOOO like the show... especially when ling feng appears *fakes a faint)&lt;br /&gt;4. no contact with my piano and cello (at least i don't think it is enough)&lt;br /&gt;5. spending money like WATER! (guilty as charged)&lt;br /&gt;6. miss having my driving uncle to talk to... ( he is such a nice person to ask stupid questions to... i like to hear his stupid answers cause it makes the stupid questions more interesting... and the stupid things that we talk about... herher...)&lt;br /&gt;7. honestly lost my phone.. like LOST!!!!!!!! (i got no numbers AT ALL!!!!! it is MISSING! but i got a new sim card with my old number. just that, when people message me, i got NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE!!!!! ( so i tend to just call them back to ask them who they are... haha. oh wells. unless i can make a guess who they are la... aiya... sighs)&lt;br /&gt;8. don't have the i-have-to-mug-and-mug mood AT ALL. sighs. this is like BAD... what can i do? i need to start!!&lt;br /&gt;9. spend more time with anan... he is becoming A BIT proud (in his very funny doggy sense) herher.. he would strut around the place as if he won some kinda beauty contest... but honestly... he is really quite cute la.. but.. haha. i shall destroy that ego of his... muhahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better STOP listing.. if not.. it would like SOOO never end.. bleah&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, i like the feeling of being in calamity (in the mildest of sense) because...&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea why, when i am in these situations,&lt;br /&gt;where God seems to be the answer that i turn to...&lt;br /&gt;its like..&lt;br /&gt;when i was worried and i had to like... go for a certain something...&lt;br /&gt;i honestly just decided that...&lt;br /&gt;I NEED GOD TO HELP ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can do this ALONE!!!! please help meeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that kinda thing.. =p&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;then.... what happened was... i felt less worried...&lt;br /&gt;(THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WASN"T WORRIED!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;then... i calmed down A BIT... and.. thankfully i did... if not.. i wouldn't have gotten through this kinda trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... in BIGGERRRRRR calamities.... i totally lose that side of me.. and i become super IRRATIONAL and totally suck at becoming any sorta light for God.&lt;br /&gt;then i feel so guilty and sadd... that... i lose sight of God once again&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;and examples of these BIGGG calamities...&lt;br /&gt;can range from... losing my HANDPHONE to like... killing a harmless soul (not in the LITERAL sense of the word... but... breaking down their confidence because of my pride... =( i got this strong resistance about being looked down upon... sighs.. bad habit)&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i have been acting slightly WEIRD for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;so... to all those out there..&lt;br /&gt;who i have ill-treated one way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOO SOOOORRRRRRYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;i will depend on God more.. i promise...&lt;br /&gt;really....&lt;br /&gt;i have remember him in all things i do.. really.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;KAYLEIGH HO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will CONTINUE TO BLOW INTO YOUR EAR&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahha&lt;br /&gt;this is NOT a form of ill-treatment... it's just a more SPECIAL way to show my affections.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;happy -ichi-ing?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;mouse-ichi.&lt;br /&gt;cat-ichi.&lt;br /&gt;so can i assume they can't be like.. siblings in ALLL aspects of the matter?? muahhaha&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7480074893214790384?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7480074893214790384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7480074893214790384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7480074893214790384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7480074893214790384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6262774647668568689</id><published>2008-11-20T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:45:45.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is honestly a very blessed day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all things that happened to me, whether good or bad&lt;br /&gt;i just want to thank him again and again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6262774647668568689?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6262774647668568689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6262774647668568689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6262774647668568689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6262774647668568689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-honestly-very-blessed-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4352451044124204470</id><published>2008-11-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:21:30.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda disappointed to say that... i really want to be born much earlier such that i would understand what the composers want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that behind EVERY composition, there is some kinda hidden meaning... i think la... i feel that... knowing the kinda feeling the composer wrote it in... would give you the EXACT effect that.. he/she wants. the kinda factor that is missing... unless you are a unusually boring person (that i assume bach is... cause i dont' really know him... ) so yar... just play it as it is. but... for works that seem to be at a very significant point... something significant should be done.. sighs.. haha... maybe the work would explain itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting... samuel barber - adagio for strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV3SHBFyDZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV3SHBFyDZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herher...&lt;br /&gt;and and..&lt;br /&gt;there is the imortalised paganini... that i have a soft spot for...&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea why&lt;br /&gt;but... when i hear the name paganini... and that people said that he must have made a deal with the devil for being able to play SOOO well...&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help but wanna live in that era to hear him play...&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. YES.. there are videos and research... but.. what beats having him INFRONT of you playing FOR YOU.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;and... and... don't forget... the incredible thing.. about.... him being a womanizer and alcholic... can i assume that he is either&lt;br /&gt;1. very rich&lt;br /&gt;2. very charismatic...&lt;br /&gt;herher...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;maybe the soft spot for him lies there... =) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i really really really .. wanna try the adagio for strings with a group of friends&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;then i would be TRUELY happy i think&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. better sleep, if not... panda on the loose then&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... weird mood that makes me wanna buy "rubbish" food all the time to stock up... in the event when i am hungry and i am TOOO lazy to cook&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4352451044124204470?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4352451044124204470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4352451044124204470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4352451044124204470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4352451044124204470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-kinda-disappointed-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8073241351606307067</id><published>2008-11-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:26:06.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no!&lt;br /&gt;addicted to shows again!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;watching moonlight resonance...&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8073241351606307067?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8073241351606307067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8073241351606307067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8073241351606307067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8073241351606307067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-no-addicted-to-shows-again-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8014740263345926309</id><published>2008-11-11T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:57:34.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Old wounds don't heal. All we can do, is to hope that we can forget.&lt;br /&gt;loose quote from Grey's anatomy (meredith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... this statement is true to a T. Wounds that people inflict on us would NEVER heal.&lt;br /&gt;i mean... you still would remeber the mean thing someone said to you when you were young right... i mean... i think you know i mean... oh wells. maybe psychology is taking effect on me.. haha... to think that i thought psych was a TOTAL waste of my time was WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psych is like.. a PARTIAL waste of my time... i mean... it totally explained to me my detest for a particular something... i mean... i was BORED... and i know why... cause there was a LACK of stress in it.. thats why i was bored... i just didn't feel the challenge i was subjected to.. and i used other ways (correct and wrong) to vent out that kinda frustration and anger i had for the subject. sighs.. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...i am currently HOOOOOOKKKKKKEEEEDDDD to 2 things..... =)&lt;br /&gt;1. browsing through the million and one blogshops online...( obvious right=p) and this has started to make me get this shopping bug that i can't extinguish was a simple puff as usual. so.. haha this shoooooppppppiiiiinnnngggg mood is driving me slightly nuts...and maybe thats why i'm a bit nuts tooo.. oh wells.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WGM. No. i'm NOT swearing (dream ON) neither am i talking about some brand or whatever else i talk about... (herher) it is a.....*drum rolll * SHOW. as usual. haha. it is called We Got Married. initially when i first heard the storyline... my impression was.... L-A-M-E. like HONESTLY. but.. herher.. bored people do the weirdest things.. and i ended up watching it. it is generally a reality show where korean stars are asked to like... act as if they are married. ( that kinda stupid "reality") and they have to generally act out their lives together.. haha. but... after a while... i ended up rooting for some of them.. cause... it was really.... SUPER sweeet... haha. oh wells. in my opinion.. it is not tooo bad la. i mean... 1. they are all not like.. drop dead gorgeous. 2. they are like... super natural ( their behaviour) 3. i am addicted to the show such that i resorted to finding out more of the actors and actress's lives... like REAL lives. and haha. guess what... i became MORE addicted... oh wells. a nice korean song to end this post where i just exposed my infatuation for many things... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UbGyKWuBwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UbGyKWuBwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i think his smile is enchanting.. and he is one of the actors in the "show" tooo.. haha. nice voice too.. muahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8014740263345926309?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8014740263345926309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8014740263345926309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8014740263345926309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8014740263345926309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-wounds-dont-heal.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6443068293747094099</id><published>2008-11-04T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:06:59.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BTWWWWWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;things i want to GETTTTT&lt;br /&gt;1. Snow Queen VCD/DVD ( now TS half price!!! =p)&lt;br /&gt;2. 3000 Leagues in Search of Mother ( i think i will like it)&lt;br /&gt;3. Snow Queen anime&lt;br /&gt;4. Grave of the Fireflies (not bad!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nodame Cantabile VCD/DVD and Comics (if i can la.. should be quite ex though)&lt;br /&gt;6. A NEW bag =)&lt;br /&gt;7. New shoes (just for more variety)&lt;br /&gt;8. Accessories (i like=p)&lt;br /&gt;9. PSP/ iPod (i dont' know lei.. both of them i would use very little, quite wasted..)&lt;br /&gt;10. New story books&lt;br /&gt;11. MORE VCDs/ DVDs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps that is ALLLL for now..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6443068293747094099?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6443068293747094099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6443068293747094099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6443068293747094099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6443068293747094099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/btwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8969829905312746231</id><published>2008-11-04T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:40:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i was late for school.. OH NO!!! this sounds like the start to MANY MANY more late times.. and.. i have only lasted for like.. 3 WEEKS + of earliness. OH NO.. this is NOT VERY good right..haha.. =p BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;what was WORSE was going for test LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;but.. thank God, all was well. I was allowed to take the test.. and i did reasonabily okay la.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i need to study harder.. and.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;i am STILL not doing it.. got NO idea and INCENTIVE why&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. how did i even get through A levels.. when i am SUCH a slacker...&lt;br /&gt;this is QUITE disgusting..&lt;br /&gt;MEEEE not STUDYING when i suppose to..&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. in the past.. i was able to like.. sleep LATE LATE at night and wake up REFRESHED&lt;br /&gt;but.. i mean.. i feel like a VERY VERY VEERRRRRYY old person now lor..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;that is QUITE terrible right&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;oh wells oh wells&lt;br /&gt;anyway... many issues have taken root in my mind.. such that it is practically IMPOSSIBLE to ignore anymore..&lt;br /&gt;these SPOREADIC ideas actually must have been implanted into me when i was some kinda impressionable kid and i was just minding my own business...&lt;br /&gt;but now.. these ideas have become WHO and WHAT i am...&lt;br /&gt;this is like... going to change A LOT of things.. like A LOT.. sighs.. so how? i don't know lei..&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;what about.. i see if these ideas are going to lead me somewhere or STOP me from going somewhere first ba.. and.. AM I REALLY suppose to go there are where? sighs.. better stop going in circles.. especially since i mounted 2 kerbs consequtively.. ( well. go on and laugh.. but.. i know that it was cause i was tired.. )&lt;br /&gt;maybe after i post this up.. i would regret saying this.. but.. oh wells. i am GETTING OLDDDDD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.. auntie have to rest earlier already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8969829905312746231?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8969829905312746231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8969829905312746231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8969829905312746231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8969829905312746231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5165165345401961948</id><published>2008-11-03T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:04:34.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not studying like i suppose to be...&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;this is the EXACT kinda question i need to ask myself&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda late considering that i have a quiz tmr.. sighs.. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;shall wake up early to study then..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY CLASS and CLASSMATES and FRIENDS and FAMILY...&lt;br /&gt;they have honestly been very kind to me..&lt;br /&gt;through all my pok-pok-ness.. herher..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. better get through tmr first before i say anything else..=)&lt;br /&gt;nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5165165345401961948?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5165165345401961948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5165165345401961948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5165165345401961948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5165165345401961948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-studying-like-i-suppose-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6462809672621575100</id><published>2008-11-02T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:20:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do realise that it is REALLY REALLY late and i have school tmr.. oh wells. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that the concert was a success to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. in everything.. there should be room for improvement..&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;yeps.. thank God for everything..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for friends that would help support and stand by me when i need them&lt;br /&gt;and especially those that have been encouraging me.. through this battle...&lt;br /&gt;i mean... how many people can boast about having friends..&lt;br /&gt;who would help them think of solutions and help them in their troubles.. and even counsel them&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i am very very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;REALLy lucky..&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all this very kind people who have heard me rant and rant..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar...&lt;br /&gt;to leave you with a very old BUT nice song...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;loved it&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yvlekub8zUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yvlekub8zUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Glass - My Love Will Get You Home (Heart of Greed Interlude Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wander off too far&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bright lights blind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel ashame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;When it's only you to blame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6462809672621575100?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6462809672621575100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6462809672621575100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6462809672621575100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6462809672621575100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-do-realise-that-it-is-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1862873273916514523</id><published>2008-10-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:19:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised something INCREDIBLY random...&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day.. i get this really really really REALLY REALALYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;HUGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE oven or a very overworked one,&lt;br /&gt;i might succeed in making this cookie house (as in HOUSE made of COOKIE)&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i will start eating it...  (obviously after i have taken a MILLION pictures with it..)&lt;br /&gt;and.. as i eat it...&lt;br /&gt;i very kind but.. pathetic other half (whoever you maybe ...) would start baking again...&lt;br /&gt;to fill up the many many holes that i have made...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;the cookie furnitures...&lt;br /&gt;the cookie man...&lt;br /&gt;cookie boy...&lt;br /&gt;cookie monster...&lt;br /&gt;cookie girl girl&lt;br /&gt;cookie charcter....&lt;br /&gt;cookie whatever else... would all be done by my oh sooo wonderful other half (btw, i noticed i have MANY other halfs.. soo strange... haha.. oh wells. that would mean MORE COOKIES)&lt;br /&gt;and... to make this cookie house MORE perfect..i would have like.. chocolate-coated roofs as tiles and like.. cotton candy clouds... and brownies as roads on the ground and...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;a nutella fountain...&lt;br /&gt;and of course.. a section of CHICKEN RICE ( i know this might sound SUPER random.. but i &lt;3 chicken rice)&lt;br /&gt;oh yar.. i forgot the pasta.. spaghetti... pizza and bread that can be there too....&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;i would be like... in Adele land la...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but... if you think about it realistically...&lt;br /&gt;this sounds like...&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;with all the good food that are AT YOUR FINGERTIPS (thanks to the mcdelivery and what else you have)&lt;br /&gt;and all the good food that are just waiting to get into your GIT (thanks to the need for business..)&lt;br /&gt;and all the stupid franchise that produce GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD food&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to SUBWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;333333 SUBWAY COOKIES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i also &lt;33333 VIENNA CHOCS!!!! along with whatever other chocs there is around la... (and water.. honestly.. i like.. to take a gulp of water.. then a bite of choc then another BIG GULP of water.. SUPER SHIOK!!!)&lt;br /&gt;btw... i am sooo in the mood to use the word SHIOK!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is cause.. it feels more singaporean to use this word.. especially when the subject is FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;our UNIFYING topic ...&lt;br /&gt;i notice that talking about FOOD usually breakdown walls and helps you keep the conversation going for as long as the food runs out (which is actually NEVER.. unless you are this aneroxic... then.. i'm soo sorry.. this post is like SOOOO not something you would like la)&lt;br /&gt;anyway... as i was saying..&lt;br /&gt;food becomes this unifying topic that you just talk and talk about..&lt;br /&gt;then soon.. it becomes this onces in a blue moon outings...&lt;br /&gt;then soon.. it becomes like this CULT FOOD FOLLOWING....&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;lastly... you just become this EXPERT foodie that can differentiate the brands of the oils used in the char kway tiaos... haha (btw.. i keep getting char kway tiao and char dao kway mixed up... must be some kinda defective lobe in my brain..  =p )&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.... i am SOOO sure i am like in the stage zero to stage one thing... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;just for your info.. i was like NOTTTTT hungry when i was typing this...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. better go and sleep.. if not SURE get scolded already... hahah&lt;br /&gt;nights then.. till then..&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP TIGHT.. cookie monsters..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1862873273916514523?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1862873273916514523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1862873273916514523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1862873273916514523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1862873273916514523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-realised-something-incredibly-random.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-933908193573176588</id><published>2008-10-28T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:38:19.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is this idea playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was this really really rich person with all the money in the world and all the freedom that i want and need... would this change the fact that i am a SLAVE for like music? would i still be soo easily bullied??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was this really really poor person with an empty pocket most of the time and i have no ability to do what i really want to do... would i still fall head over heels for music like i am now? or would i put it far far away from me like it was a plague and i would never never be able to grasp it the way i can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was a very proud and arrogant person, would i still have music as my only friend, my only white spot in that black background, or would everything just look black all the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i could only be good at one thing, would i want to be good at making money, studying, sports, relationships, fashion or music? What would i want? What would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would music be the one and only thing that is constant no matter what i do... was i made to enjoy music and be touched by music? was i made to grow up with music? would i sacrifice without consideration for music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i would honestly NEVER know what i would do in those situations. I suddenly realised that music to me, is a gift from god. a very precious gift that i have never really fully grasp the intensity. i mean... i struggled, like any other person, to do my best in this very subjective thing. and yet... by luck and fluke... i manage to survive till now. by the grace of god, i have not like given up and said.. oh wells. this is getting too difficult, why dont' i quit it.. (like MANY MANY things that i have done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... what have i been doing? is this what god REALLY REALLY wants me to do? at times, i wonder to myself, what am i doing in this course when i really really don't know what i want... what am i doing here... then i realised this revelation... i am here to help God. I am here to show God to those people who have never heard of God and i am here to help direct them towards God and show them how much they mean to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... okay.. it is true that since i feel that music is from God, i should practise extra hard and really really shine for God and WITH GOD. i mean... this is like GOD'S GIFT.. i need to work hard on it.. and then.. i have this sudden revelation that this was what God wanted me to do all along. it wasn't to just play play and hide behind the curtains hoping noone sees me. it is to be in a prominent enough place or a place such that people would talk to me, and through our conversation... lead back to God's grace.. and his love. i mean... what can be more important than that.. i mean.. okay... if God were to tell me to give up my music to serve him... i would honestly honestly pause.. but... i know that... if i were to disobey him... the music that i have would all eventually be taken away from me... so... i rather go and serve God in whatever way he wants me to.. cause he is THE ONE who gave me this chance and opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i mean... maybe i am having such a post cause of my conversation with Jolinna. oh wells. haha.. better think of a way to convince her that there is NO SUCH THING as NO RELIGION... oh wells. jia you me ba... with God's grace and help.. i hope i get this through her and help her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. pray for me to succeed k? =) jia you me.. haha =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-933908193573176588?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/933908193573176588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=933908193573176588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/933908193573176588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/933908193573176588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-this-idea-playing-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4207298339523269807</id><published>2008-10-24T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:38:44.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The post for today is super picture heavy... soo please beware&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway... the events are quite simple&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;1. first day of school (when it reopened la)&lt;br /&gt;2. award day&lt;br /&gt;3. in the library&lt;br /&gt;4. random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;that should be all.. there is more to come.. and more to be put la..&lt;br /&gt;just that.. i'm feeling lazy to do all of this&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;but.. haha... =p will do it soonnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, come to think of it.. i dont' think it was the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;just a boring lesson.. haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID0QubLiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Jt85QTTla2o/s1600-h/Photo0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771511099928098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID0QubLiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Jt85QTTla2o/s200/Photo0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQ-gj-nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GWtxteePfYg/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769805402897010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQ-gj-nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GWtxteePfYg/s200/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our attempt at looking bored for the camera =)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIDz_CJ_VI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6sQ8BUKQq5E/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771506350849362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIDz_CJ_VI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6sQ8BUKQq5E/s200/Photo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the thing thing i drew on like.. MUNCHY's hand&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;nice rite?? at least i think it is nice.. haha.. i like my &lt;3333333 hahaha&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next &lt;strong&gt;AWARD DAY=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEGr1gKmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6VgubtgM5LE/s1600-h/Photo0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771827615017570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEGr1gKmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6VgubtgM5LE/s200/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munchy's expression before going to receive the cert.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course.. me being me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always bringing it up =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEGbOs1AI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kaNJZao8MyQ/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771823157302274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEGbOs1AI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kaNJZao8MyQ/s200/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanwei.. haha.. giving me the.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why-in-the-world-should-i-entertain-you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEG1uuFcI/AAAAAAAAAac/zLETDjZ7SRk/s1600-h/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771830270924226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEG1uuFcI/AAAAAAAAAac/zLETDjZ7SRk/s200/Photo0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munchy recieve her cert from the director of SHS =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opps.. don't know where wanwei's one went too.. oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall put it up the next time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next &lt;strong&gt;IN THE LIBRARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEF2TOzUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0F9jewbomwc/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771813244194114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEF2TOzUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0F9jewbomwc/s200/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss regine ANG and her RED bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super pretty and nice and BIG =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEFdyiySI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ecS33k2cKuY/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771806664640802" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQIEFdyiySI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ecS33k2cKuY/s200/Photo0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she using her phone.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID1F50osI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oYH4gJ1D5XU/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771525374812866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID1F50osI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oYH4gJ1D5XU/s200/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sim posing for a shot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID0lSKtzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lR5438b8Ors/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771516618553138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID0lSKtzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lR5438b8Ors/s200/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanwei giving me the.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i-am-doing-my-word-so-don't-disturb-me look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. she honestly still does love me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly &lt;strong&gt;RANDOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQbTIMOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/c1KE1RhZAdg/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769795951309026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQbTIMOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/c1KE1RhZAdg/s200/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this car should be the bain of my life&lt;br /&gt;though i have NEVER driven it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. cause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime, we pass by this car.. we would have to like.. prepare our cameras just to try to take a photo of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. the process of taking out a camera is not like.. suppose to be the speed of light thing.. so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yar yar.. i am just slow at this kinda thing la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. yeps.. =) nice car/van/thing/ whatever it is =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQF3WSsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NM3-NQgUW1Q/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769790197648066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICQF3WSsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NM3-NQgUW1Q/s200/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jolyna and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a concert SHE DIDN"T GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiotic whatever la.. AUNTIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know how important you are.. honestly IMPORTANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICPzH4jMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/E-wEdqD_TZM/s1600-h/Photo0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769785166728386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICPzH4jMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/E-wEdqD_TZM/s200/Photo0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SOOOOOO SOOOOO love this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this art piece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. can't you see the beauty in all this turns, twirls of colour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. can't you see the art behind the piece.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love it la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICP1ReIkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7LPbbeXzuMc/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769785743811138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQICP1ReIkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7LPbbeXzuMc/s200/Photo0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another picture of the MAGNIFICENT BEAUTIFUL art piece in the esplanade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that should be alll..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired tired tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone&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/28637171-4207298339523269807?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4207298339523269807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4207298339523269807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4207298339523269807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4207298339523269807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-for-today-is-super-picture-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SQID0QubLiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Jt85QTTla2o/s72-c/Photo0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-4668730727349637242</id><published>2008-10-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:54:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some of my favourite quotes from Mr Victor Borge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd like to thank my parents for making this night possible. And my children for making it necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don't mind growing old. I'm just not used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm going to play it with both hands so it will end faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You may not be aware of this but Leonard Bernstein won another award, for explaining the music of Igor Stravinsky... to Igor Stravinsky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And now, in honour of the 150th anniversary of Beethoven's death, I would like to play "Clear the Saloon", er, "Clair de Lune", by Debussy. I don't play Beethoven so well, but I play Debussy very badly, and Beethoven would have liked that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[In a lecture on Mozart's Magic Figaro]"...and after that the Chorus comes in...nobody knows WHY...besides Mozart of course...and he's dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's Fliszt, not F. Liszt. Do you say M. Ozart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I normally don't do requests. Unless, of course, I have been asked to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4668730727349637242?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4668730727349637242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4668730727349637242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4668730727349637242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4668730727349637242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-of-my-favourite-quotes-from-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-492679691035402210</id><published>2008-10-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:43:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha.. thanks to beloved HANNAH choo!!.. ahha. i honestly admire VICTOR BORGE greatly&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;he is HONESTLY a genius.. with all those improvisation and humor he inject into music&lt;br /&gt;he makes music seem to come naturally&lt;br /&gt;or kinda like... very fun that kind la..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so.. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;and.. haha.. on the oldies side of me..&lt;br /&gt;i also do like.. Dean Martin too..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;he has a great voice which seems to penetrate through the roughest patch in a person's soul..&lt;br /&gt;i think.. something like that..&lt;br /&gt;i hope..&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;victor borge is still like.. THE PIANIST..&lt;br /&gt;i must SOOO improve like IMPROVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;jia you adele&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i wanna accomplish in the week&lt;br /&gt;1. grasp A&amp;amp;P (CNS)&lt;br /&gt;2. study for MRS (START NOW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Practise CELLO (&lt;3333)&lt;br /&gt;4. Practise PIANO (&lt;333333)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;about there la..&lt;br /&gt;my life quite simple..&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;not that complicated&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall leave a victor borge video&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TSpX8IZJt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TSpX8IZJt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-492679691035402210?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-3184587627577582644</id><published>2008-10-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:48:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for everything&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;i mean... i had time to study today&lt;br /&gt;i had time to play and enjoy myself&lt;br /&gt;i had time to bond and interact with my friends&lt;br /&gt;i had time to eat and not feel hungry ( both spiritually and physically)&lt;br /&gt;i had time to do soo many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the rainbow i wanna see... appears before my eyes in all it's glory and splendour&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me to my MG days.&lt;br /&gt;days that i would hold firmly and closely to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a period of time when&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of an idealistic world&lt;br /&gt;where i thought that&lt;br /&gt;ockham's razor's theory was the only one that exsisted&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i was foolish, but loved&lt;br /&gt;gulible, but protected&lt;br /&gt;stupid, but grateful&lt;br /&gt;i felt very close to God&lt;br /&gt;i felt an intimate relationship with him&lt;br /&gt;but as i grew up...&lt;br /&gt;things changed,&lt;br /&gt;situations were changed drastically&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;at least i went through it and&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i am still grateful&lt;br /&gt;for being alive, when i could have died many years back&lt;br /&gt;for being healthy, though i lead an unhealthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;for being blessed, though i don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow is another SCHOOL DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;gotta bathe and sleep&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3184587627577582644?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3184587627577582644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3184587627577582644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3184587627577582644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3184587627577582644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-god-for-everything-really-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6192615626719005873</id><published>2008-10-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:58:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even though i like kinda.. JUST like.. JUST JUST finish watching like.. 海角七号&lt;br /&gt;honestly...&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that it is bad&lt;br /&gt;ahhah&lt;br /&gt;i like it&lt;br /&gt;really really like it&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i watched it before like.. school started&lt;br /&gt;if not..i wouldn't have time&lt;br /&gt;and i would feel bad watching it then&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like...&lt;br /&gt;中孝介&lt;br /&gt;he sings super well&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;at least i feel that way..&lt;br /&gt;i can feel his emotions la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why&lt;br /&gt;and i like..&lt;br /&gt;the movie's song..&lt;br /&gt;国境之南&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果海會說話　&lt;br /&gt;如果風愛上砂&lt;br /&gt;如果　有些想念遺忘在漫長的長假&lt;br /&gt;我會聆聽浪花　&lt;br /&gt;讓風吹過頭髮&lt;br /&gt;任記憶裡的愛情在時間潮汐裡喧譁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;非得等春天遠了&lt;br /&gt;夏天才近了&lt;br /&gt;我是在回首時終於懂得&lt;br /&gt;（也許天氣永遠會那麼熱）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當陽光再次&lt;br /&gt;回到那　飄著雨的國境之南&lt;br /&gt;我會試著把&lt;br /&gt;那一年的故事　&lt;br /&gt;再接下去說完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當陽光再次&lt;br /&gt;離開那　太晴朗的國境之南&lt;br /&gt;妳會不會把&lt;br /&gt;妳曾帶走的愛　&lt;br /&gt;在告別前用微笑全歸還&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海很藍　&lt;br /&gt;星光燦爛　&lt;br /&gt;我仍空著我的臂彎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天很寬　在我獨自唱歌的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;請原諒我的愛　訴說的太緩慢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6192615626719005873?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6192615626719005873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6192615626719005873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6192615626719005873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6192615626719005873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-i-like-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7011250585878109351</id><published>2008-10-12T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:39:59.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God from whom all blessings flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. honestly. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at church, we talked about the end times.&lt;br /&gt;a sudden fear struck my heart.&lt;br /&gt;a sudden fear that i wouldn't see my friends in heaven&lt;br /&gt;a sudden fear that my friends would be suffering in hell&lt;br /&gt;a very very real fear that can happen&lt;br /&gt;i sudden felt that...&lt;br /&gt;i have very little time&lt;br /&gt;many things to do&lt;br /&gt;and yet... this very real thing is going to affect everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an irony.&lt;br /&gt;in matters that are going to affect them, they are not putting enough emphasis&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;in trivial matters, they actually put in their heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;please give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;enough time to share with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;to let my friends accept this gospel.&lt;br /&gt;to let my friends believe this impending danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a need to go out and share the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the strength, the tenacity, hopefully i can do this and follow God's will.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7011250585878109351?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7011250585878109351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=7011250585878109351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7011250585878109351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/7011250585878109351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god-from-whom-all-blessings-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-954478989709659319</id><published>2008-10-11T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:12:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am SOOO glad that..&lt;br /&gt;1. i can watch 海角七号&lt;br /&gt;2. i finish my report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;with 1 as my motivation to finish 2... i completed the thing thing..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happys...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh yar..&lt;br /&gt;one thing i feel like saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplest reasons, can be your motivation in life&lt;br /&gt;and it is this reason, that would help you sail through the many storms in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps&lt;br /&gt;enough enough...&lt;br /&gt;going to do somehting now!&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-410310832650426331</id><published>2008-10-05T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:41:39.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ockham's razor theory&lt;br /&gt;: entities should not be multiplied beyond necessity&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;: the simplest explanation tends to be the correct one&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember where i picked that word up from.. i think it was when i was reading on singapore paranormal investigators case...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm like this COWARD but.. haha.. these things are interesting to read&lt;br /&gt;it feels like, THEY SLOG and i read their rewards = answers (actually i think the reward is in knowing the truth and the process of debunking the fakes )&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;herher..&lt;br /&gt;new theory.. or not.. dont' know la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Induction&lt;br /&gt;: Inductive reasoning maintains that if a situation holds in all observed cases, then the situation holds in all cases.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;: Induction somehow allows one to formulate a general truth from some series of specific observations: this is a crow and it is black; that is a crow and it is black; therefore all crows are black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deduction&lt;br /&gt;: the usual process of moving logically from premise to conclusion, because there is simply no syllogism that will allow such a move. No matter how many times 17th century biologists observed white swans, and in how many different locations, there is no deductive path that can lead them to the conclusion that all swans are white.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;: Deduction allows one to formulate a specific truth from a general truth: all crows are black; this is a crow; therefore this is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW.. if you were thinking.. WAOH.. sooo smart... think again k??&lt;br /&gt;cause... herher.. i got this off &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy_of_science#Ockham.27s_razor"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy_of_science#Ockham.27s_razor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you are interested in more of this kinda general ideas. feel free to read..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i feel that it is good to know more information.. for your own interest.. =)&lt;br /&gt;quite fun ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation holism&lt;br /&gt;: claim that a single scientific theory cannot be tested in isolation; a test of one theory always depends on other theories and hypotheses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;these theories are captivating in itself..so...haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh yar..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my coming week wouldn't pass soo fast...&lt;br /&gt;last week of hols..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-410310832650426331?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/410310832650426331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=410310832650426331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/410310832650426331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/410310832650426331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/10/ockhams-razora-theory-entities-should.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7411646703088663117</id><published>2008-09-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:57:23.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music is a lonely thing to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i just noticed.&lt;br /&gt;unless you know music and you feel the same passion for music&lt;br /&gt;you would NEVER NEVER know how people who feel about music really feels&lt;br /&gt;same can be said for like.... err.... person who is unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;until you have been in the same situation as the person, only then would you be able to feel how he feels&lt;br /&gt;music is kinda like a loner thing, unless&lt;br /&gt;you have a WHOLE family who like music, or is comitted to music.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT SAYING that just because you don't play music instruments, then you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;i mean... sometimes, there are things that happen that only people who feel the same way would react in the same way. THAT kinda thing la..&lt;br /&gt;just like the F1 race,&lt;br /&gt;i mean... okay, everyone can see that Ferrari was like.. WOW... but.. somethings just happen&lt;br /&gt;unless you are like committed and devoted to the sport, would you truely feel the way they felt&lt;br /&gt;the way they really really were.&lt;br /&gt;yar..&lt;br /&gt;same as music&lt;br /&gt;its like.. music has inherently become a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;where if you were to like... say.. cut time in music from like.. 10 hours to like.. 2hours..&lt;br /&gt;i would't know where i would get the energy to like.. go and live and fight on&lt;br /&gt;its like.. my battery&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me running&lt;br /&gt;that tells me... you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;that tells me everything i need to know in life&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;it is TRUE&lt;br /&gt;that i don't ONLY listern to like.. classical music&lt;br /&gt;but.. haha&lt;br /&gt;i always felt that music was like this INTERNATIONAL language that no matter how different you were, you would always be able to feel and understand =) haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm overrating music&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;yar.. i think that.. music is important la..&lt;br /&gt;but.. that leaves me with a lot of problem for like..&lt;br /&gt;radiation.&lt;br /&gt;so.. where does radiation go in my life?&lt;br /&gt;am i too committed to music?&lt;br /&gt;am i too anal to be soo determined in music?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm an ass too&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;better get this sorted out by the time school starts&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;school starting in like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-7411646703088663117?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/7411646703088663117/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i know i suppose to be like doing work or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i just HAD to say that...&lt;br /&gt;A millionaire's first love is&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSUPERSUPERSUPERSUPER sweet&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;super nice la...&lt;br /&gt;at least thats what i think.. cause.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;the movie plot is simple..&lt;br /&gt;but the movie makes you want to watch it more and more&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;like.. some kinda drug&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of it..&lt;br /&gt;it is like a release to a lot of emotions built up in the show...&lt;br /&gt;yar...&lt;br /&gt;that is about it..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe after a while.. i would GET OUT OF THIS MOODDDDDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;for now..&lt;br /&gt;let me relax ba&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2740905987719129696?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2740905987719129696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2740905987719129696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2740905987719129696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2740905987719129696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-i-know-i-suppose-to-be-like-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8343664614672571069</id><published>2008-09-25T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:52:05.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;i am out of control of my own life. Totally out of control now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is happening to my control&lt;br /&gt;it's slipping out of my grasp, my reach, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;i have no say, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;my everything is going away.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know exactly what would be happening to me in approximately like..&lt;br /&gt;1 hour or like 1 day?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like.. this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, okay.. i like being spontaneous. i like having something called, impulse&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;there should be a certain limit to the impulsivness i have.&lt;br /&gt;there should be a certain kinda thing to life&lt;br /&gt;there should be a certain push to make you want to continue doing what you are doing for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;in the past, i could see my purpose&lt;br /&gt;i could see me doing somthing to help people for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;i could see me doing something to the extent of being there for someone for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;everything is just screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;everything is just...&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' know why it is ALL soo wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;i dont' know what started this sudden disinterest in books&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i like STORYBOOKS&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i like reading about news,&lt;br /&gt;i like reading.. i like studying.. but...&lt;br /&gt;i just.. don't want to have this feeling like i am FORCED to study&lt;br /&gt;same for music&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be FORCED into music...&lt;br /&gt;like.. there is no other choice then i have to be in music..&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of... the only window left for you to jump through it.. not knowing if there is ground below you after you do go through..&lt;br /&gt;or what about.. opening the only door for your exit.. but.. not being able to see any ground after you open the door. you know.. that kinda feeling&lt;br /&gt;like.. everything is screwed up.. messed up..&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;br /&gt;my life is sooo.. not MY life anymore..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i think.. i better get my mind. sanity. life. back.&lt;br /&gt;i need deepti..&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;i miss you deepti...&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just go overseas.. and have a good holiday and come back after that.. feeling better than i feel now..(WHICH IS okay la.. i like the fact that my life is filled with music.. but. i don't like it that.. my work SUCKS to the core.. i am super out of tune *sobs* according to THAT STUPID violin teacher..* sobs sobs* gotta practise harder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;it is time&lt;br /&gt;that..&lt;br /&gt;i think about&lt;br /&gt;why i am doing certain things&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;why i'm NOT doing others.&lt;br /&gt;this is SOO going to change my life&lt;br /&gt;my intonation&lt;br /&gt;my dynamics&lt;br /&gt;my accents&lt;br /&gt;my everything&lt;br /&gt;my life..&lt;br /&gt;(in general)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going a bit haywired&lt;br /&gt;i am like...&lt;br /&gt;1. Not doing my project though i know what i would be typing&lt;br /&gt;2. Not practising my cello cause i jsut don't wanna take out my cello and put it back in again.. knowing the consequence of that&lt;br /&gt;3. Not tidying my room cause i like the fact that it is messy, but.. can't stand that fact that it can be a lot neater&lt;br /&gt;4. Waking up at about like 12 PM or 1PM even though i woke up at like.. 7AM initially. i DO force myself to sleep more.( maybe its cause i like sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;5. Not touching my books that i intended to study cause i just don't feel like studying anything... though i feel like understanding it all. but.. haha. gosh.. that sounds very psychotic..&lt;br /&gt;6. Wanna join many many orchestra or ensembles which would make me IMPROVE and not DEPROVE (in this case, one orchestra comes to my mind.. and i just dont' know why i am NOT quiting..)&lt;br /&gt;7. I no longer have like. music filling my head before i sleep, which is good, cause i can sleep.. but.. not when it is filled with a million and one thoughts in my head about what i want to do tmr and in the end.. keeps me up .. cause i worry too much..&lt;br /&gt;8. Playing with anan.. which i feel is NOT enough cause.. i think i should shower him with more love.. and yet.. i feel like irritating him.. all the same.. and see him come back to me.. when i scold him.. irritating sticky dog(cause he sticks to me.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;9. i am honestly going abit haywired right&lt;br /&gt;i better&lt;br /&gt;start improving somethings NOW..&lt;br /&gt;GO ADELE&lt;br /&gt;GO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8343664614672571069?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8343664614672571069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8343664614672571069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it.. but.. only 3 weeks remain.. and only now, i am starting on it..&lt;br /&gt;aiyo..&lt;br /&gt;so =(&lt;br /&gt;haha.. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and i have started reading breaking dawn&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;i might do something radical soon.&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea why&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea how&lt;br /&gt;but.. this radical thing would TOTALLY change everything&lt;br /&gt;before any actually change happens&lt;br /&gt;i shall keep mum about it.&lt;br /&gt;but. haha&lt;br /&gt;the calm before a storm??&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. the butterfly effect might be happening..&lt;br /&gt;who knows..&lt;br /&gt;as long as murphey's don't happen&lt;br /&gt;i will be thankful enough&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-9031073062299084997?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-28637171.post-5389795859326616920</id><published>2008-09-19T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:28:29.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this thing about the violin and viola... haha..&lt;br /&gt;but but...&lt;br /&gt;as fate would have it..&lt;br /&gt;my life would be so closely related to the cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i would imagine me.. playing a violin in my house.&lt;br /&gt;i have always wanted to learn it... really.&lt;br /&gt;you know how cool the violin looks when you are soo small and it sounds soooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. cello... haha.. brought me to my senses wehn i heard the sound...&lt;br /&gt;the sound actually made me sit up to listern carefully.&lt;br /&gt;as what i heard once....&lt;br /&gt;violin is the topping on the cake..&lt;br /&gt;while cello is the foundation of everything&lt;br /&gt;when...&lt;br /&gt;the cello is gone... everything else would  just be distastefully sweet.. but nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;hhaha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i like the cello A LOT&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn the violin still&lt;br /&gt;and i like the beauty of how the viola can emit sounds as beautiful as the cello and yet look as cool as the violin&lt;br /&gt;i love the way things are..&lt;br /&gt;they are all very beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they amaze me and lead me think.. how great God is.. in making life and music soo beautiful that one can't do without the other..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn the violin and the viola.. but.. haha.. i think i have this bery bery bad habit...&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer read treble clef properly.. when i am holding the cello&lt;br /&gt;my mind switches to the... "I AM IN THE CELLO MODE"&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thats why...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.. i am very attached to the cello and the piano...&lt;br /&gt;but.. I WANNA learn. i just wanna learn..&lt;br /&gt;I AM CRAZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5389795859326616920?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5389795859326616920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5389795859326616920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5389795859326616920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5389795859326616920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-this-thing-about-violin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky 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it...&lt;br /&gt;scares me...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i am like&lt;br /&gt;going CRAZY already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is like.. the love for music or something&lt;br /&gt;i want to like... conduct... some kinda person in the orchestra that is needed&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i am honestly gon gmad&lt;br /&gt;why is it that... i am becoming soo musically attracted ah??&lt;br /&gt;i am like... thinking about music in my head...&lt;br /&gt;this is getting a bit distracting&lt;br /&gt;from my work&lt;br /&gt;and from my life...&lt;br /&gt;i feel sooo....&lt;br /&gt;helpless when i think about my piano...&lt;br /&gt;cause... i stopped lessons like for quite some time and... the touch.. the feel ... the everything about my piano is gone...&lt;br /&gt;feels like... as my cello comes, my piano goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like piano...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i also like cello&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;piano has been in my life ever since i recognised my surroundings....&lt;br /&gt;i like piano...&lt;br /&gt;but... cello is very nice... and so is the viola and violin....&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn a lot..&lt;br /&gt;but... as i start picking up something...&lt;br /&gt;i lose my grasp of something else...&lt;br /&gt;sighs... the feeling is one of helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;one of... sadness...&lt;br /&gt;one of... unsurmountable kinda degree...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;better start work proper..&lt;br /&gt;if not..&lt;br /&gt;i fail my module..&lt;br /&gt;must repeat year&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;jia you jia you&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s to adele&lt;br /&gt;STOP DREAMING ABOUT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8708233834475861997?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-5806945061677810822</id><published>2008-09-17T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:37:28.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huh&lt;br /&gt;huhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhh&lt;br /&gt;uhuhuhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;br /&gt;hu&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhh&lt;br /&gt;hhuhuhhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuh&lt;br /&gt;huhuh&lt;br /&gt;huu&lt;br /&gt;hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herher&lt;br /&gt;i am very wu liao now...&lt;br /&gt;bleah...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;herher...i have been reading kuo pao kun's things and i have been very touched by it&lt;br /&gt;like.. in the sense where i actually feel something for like the society&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i shall type out the few parts that i like from his play &lt;&lt; 小白船&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得，小时候逃日本，进到山芭里去，只有木薯吃，爸妈就是营养不足死的。和平以后，我到星洲求学，多么想自己的国家能强盛起来：用自己造的肥皂，自己做的衣服，念自己的书... ...在伦敦的时候，我常去的地方只由三个：大学，图书馆，宿舍。回来了，我就拼命干，拼命干：十几年如一日，从来没有回头。现在算是有自己的事业了，有自己的国家了；可是，当初的理想真的实现了么？好像是实现了；有自己的肥皂，自己的衣服了。然后呢？就是这样么？... ... 一停下来，我就感到很空虚... ...你看小刘，小蓝，你看未来的东祥，这些值得我们拼命么？我从来没有过这样彻底的休息。平时说是休息，脑子里实际上并没有停过。现在事情一闹开来，生活像是给砍断了；事情一停，人一静，心就突然地空了。周围能摸到的就只是房子，衣服，汽车，家具... ...人呢？摸不到，每个人都在追啊，跑啊，冲啊！... ...冲到那里去？为什么冲？实际上我们的心都是空的，空到大家都不敢停下来啊！... ...回到这里，一对照，我才发现自己变得可怕极了。你看，我这鞋是五百块钱的，我这表是一千两百块钱的-可是，这边（指头）是空的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 郭宝崑's &lt;&lt;小白船&gt;&gt; ACT 2 by 孙乙丁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like a few other parts too&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;too tedious to keep typing and typing chinese words...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i like nodame&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo confused by everything that is happening around me&lt;br /&gt;my life is like..&lt;br /&gt;musically connected..&lt;br /&gt;feels weird&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea why&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i think , haha... k box is VERY therapeutic...&lt;br /&gt;for the tired and lame and bored and i don't know what else&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;better get back to doing what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;if not..&lt;br /&gt;herhr...&lt;br /&gt;not very nice to stop in the middle of nothing to do somthing right??&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;(my logic is getting quite screwed up now.. aiyo... i need deepti la....haha I MISS YOU DEEPTI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5806945061677810822?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-2951836730452598750</id><published>2008-09-12T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:58:40.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. the purpose of today's post is simple&lt;br /&gt;I AM BORED&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okay. that must have seemed quite frank&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;yar.. i feel that.. Gossip Girl is not too bad&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;though i was like&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOO NOT A BIMBO!!!!!! SO I"M NOT WATCHING THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but. herher.. after awhile&lt;br /&gt;it has grown on me&lt;br /&gt;i am interested to know what happens&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i ahve been sooo lazy la&lt;br /&gt;i mean.okay. it is my holidays. i should relax. but NOT TO THIS EXTENT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;even I am like disgusted by my own lifestyle now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;work out&lt;br /&gt;exercise&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that.&lt;br /&gt;when i was working&lt;br /&gt;i would be complaining about not having enough time to like slack. to play my instruments. to watch tv. to go out with my friends. but...&lt;br /&gt;now with SOO much time and no where to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;i regret my comments&lt;br /&gt;i want to be busy with life&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna waste it like that..&lt;br /&gt;imagine&lt;br /&gt;if i die like TMR,&lt;br /&gt;and i look back at my life&lt;br /&gt;what would i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i see a ME watching videos on the computer&lt;br /&gt;would i see a ME sleeping endlessly&lt;br /&gt;would i see a ME eating when i am bored&lt;br /&gt;would i see a ME practising my instruments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i see me do??&lt;br /&gt;that is my question&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i shall officially move my cello upstairs&lt;br /&gt;so that i can practise it when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont' deteoriate too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY NEED TO CHANGE MY LIFESTYLE..&lt;br /&gt;SAVE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2951836730452598750?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2951836730452598750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2951836730452598750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2951836730452598750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2951836730452598750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6383104675072039056</id><published>2008-09-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:59:43.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have an idea&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;this must be the weirdness in me that is talking&lt;br /&gt;but.. let me crap first k&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to book a hall&lt;br /&gt;and have people performing&lt;br /&gt;so that&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i can allow for kids who are not privillaged and senior citizens that can't afford&lt;br /&gt;and people from hospice&lt;br /&gt;or something else to all go and experience the concert feeling&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something like that for charity&lt;br /&gt;for society&lt;br /&gt;then.. like normal ticket price would be like.. 15 bucks or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;good or not??&lt;br /&gt;then.. the better seats would be like.. 30 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;gotta go and wake up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like literally&lt;br /&gt;but.. yar... this dream has to end some how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-28637171.post-8133613894164278319</id><published>2008-09-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:08:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. i am honestly going a bit mad. right? haha.. cause... i actually think gossip girls is quite cool..&lt;br /&gt;haha honest.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girls is sooo much like school, except classier and a lot more than i can say. but.&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;i miss school&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;i miss music&lt;br /&gt;i miss fellowship&lt;br /&gt;i miss reunion&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything that i hold so dearly&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything that meant something&lt;br /&gt;i miss how mg brought me up to be God fearing&lt;br /&gt;i miss how ac brought me up to see the world as it is&lt;br /&gt;i miss how my friends were the source to my knowledge of the outside world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were to ever ask me what was my secondary school days like&lt;br /&gt;what i would think the most about&lt;br /&gt;it would definitely be my friends, God and my teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love MG. With all my heart, i could like practically like dream about MG days.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pictures 71 posted, i am like soo.. sobs sobs...&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything i held so closely&lt;br /&gt;i miss how i thought the world was so perfect&lt;br /&gt;i miss how i thought that the world would be very merciful&lt;br /&gt;i miss how i thought that with my friends, i would be able to survive in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;i honestly do love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;the nostalgic feeling i get is here once again&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of losing friends once again is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have always had a very sheltered life haha.&lt;br /&gt;in secondary school, when my friends are going out together, having the time of their life&lt;br /&gt;doing things together, planning stayovers, doing things that kids their age do,&lt;br /&gt;i would be staying at home&lt;br /&gt;watching tv&lt;br /&gt;studying&lt;br /&gt;going for tuition&lt;br /&gt;slacking until the last moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in jc, i became supposedly "wilder" were i would fight to go out with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;in those times, i would be the naughty kids,&lt;br /&gt;when i want to stay out with my friends, the question would be, where, till when, how are you going, who are you going with and other more personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;the search for freedom, for independence , for friends that would last, for relationships that would stand through time has never been far from mind.&lt;br /&gt;friends that i would turn to the moment i meet with a problem, who would help me without question, who would stand up for me without regret has always been my problem.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have always been a very domesticated person&lt;br /&gt;i have always been very spoilt and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i have tried to fight&lt;br /&gt;tried to rebel&lt;br /&gt;tried to have freedom&lt;br /&gt;tried to do things that i want to do&lt;br /&gt;but after the many battle scars, wounds&lt;br /&gt;i know that.. i would never be able to do what others do.&lt;br /&gt;i would never be able to venture out like what others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean my day today was&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;sort out physics from non-physics&lt;br /&gt;eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;practise cello&lt;br /&gt;slack slack slack&lt;br /&gt;eat tea&lt;br /&gt;use computer&lt;br /&gt;watch tv&lt;br /&gt;use computer&lt;br /&gt;eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;use computer and watch tv&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.. doing nothing still&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to go out&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to go on holidays&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to do a job&lt;br /&gt;i want a job&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out&lt;br /&gt;i want soo much&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i know that i need to work very hard for it&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience clubbing&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience working in places that i would never work in&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience living overseas on my own&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience working hard for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i dond't know why&lt;br /&gt;i am jsut too lucky&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to experience these&lt;br /&gt;i knwo that once i start a job&lt;br /&gt;i would like definitely have to like give up my music&lt;br /&gt;give up my friends&lt;br /&gt;give up time to myself&lt;br /&gt;give up a lot&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i know i am lucky&lt;br /&gt;i just want a bit of a change bt..&lt;br /&gt;i know that is abit toomuch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;would i still be like this if i was in a different kinda world&lt;br /&gt;or would i be like... the same as i was now&lt;br /&gt;crazy over music as always&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i can only wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8133613894164278319?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-28637171.post-5629583121674776983</id><published>2008-09-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:21:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately... i have been in like a totally Disney mood. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i actually spent time to go online to go and watch that show&lt;br /&gt;Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i actually spent time to actually go and like...&lt;br /&gt;listen to Miley Cyrus's song&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i am SOOO going crazy&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i actually went to look up on like The Jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;If you know what all this adds up too&lt;br /&gt;please please tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have like skipped my orchestra practises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i would like NEVER think about doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this like Hormonal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i like going crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.. herher&lt;br /&gt;too tired up by attachments...&lt;br /&gt;i got NO IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually spent like more then lik 30 mins on the computer looking at like clothes and bags and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i like finally becoming a girl...&lt;br /&gt;or ...&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;i better get back to the me that likes to take photos then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the previous me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this me that i see...&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should retire a bit earlier&lt;br /&gt;cause your wishes are really making my wallet DRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...&lt;br /&gt;anyone can help me find a JOB. Any JOB.. is fine.. i just want A JOB!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5629583121674776983?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5629583121674776983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5629583121674776983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5629583121674776983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5629583121674776983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-2968955460330499414</id><published>2008-08-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:42:17.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised something about myself (and i thought i knew everything about myself already.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading quotes. Those that actually have deep meanings behind them. Those that can occupy your mind for like one day. Or maybe one week. I like the fact that somethings can make me think deeply about things that are happening around the world. About humanity. About life. About fraility. About divinity. About things that have no clear answers that constantly perplex me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of quotes. I like lyrics which mean something. I don't like those kinda air headed kinda lyrics which talks about the you like me. i like you. that kinda stories... Haha. i like the kinda lyrics where i can spend time understanding the lyricist and the entity of things. The real meaning of the world from his point of view. The real things that he has seen. The hidden things that can't be seen or understood, but only can be felt. The reality of things in the way that the world has covered it up. The way the wrong is covered up such that the evil gets away with evil, leaving the good to suffer for their persistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the dark past of China. The dark past of Japan. The dark past of many many countries that still don't have the courage to face up to it. Sometimes, people get too critical towards others when the one who is hurt is them. In this case, i would like to bring in the Japan history books inccident. I mean, Okay. it is true that, YES. japan has done wrong. They have done a lot of wrong things that many still remember and hold dearly with them. They still haven't admitted it, they haven't recorded it. But, this is a known fact. Something that can't be changed at all however much you deny it. This thing that is done towards others, is not going to be easily forgotten by those that have gone through this terrible times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you think of it in another way, don't you think that they haven't done somethings too? They haven't admitted to another thing which they have committed. They haven't admitted to the Tianmen square inccident. They have hurt many, they have crushed many dreams and lives, and yet... they seem to walk away victorious. Why is that so? Why is it so easy to point out other people's mistakes and yet, so difficult to admit to your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, i am like that too. Too critical of others and yet too forgiving towards myself. But, why have i never thought in another person's point of view. Why is it that i have never truely thought and understood other people's actions and words the way i should be. Is there something that i am missing? Am i really just a jerk? Am i such an ass? i don't know. And who knows. But, what i know now is that, everyone makes mistakes. Of course, with varying degrees. I have made many mistakes of a very small degree. However, soon, i would be taking on a more important role. A heavier role, where mistakes are life and death. Mistakes that can cause one to feel guilty for their whole lives. Mistakes where, even if i did correctly for 1000 others, would never soothe the guilt for that one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point of the day is not to be more forgiving. Its not to be less critical. It is to be more careful. More cautious about your every move. Cause you never know which move of yours can actually cause someone to eventually lose their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. You might just be a nobody on the road. Telling your friend how you think about for example abortion. How you feel that abortion is not the way God wants things to be done. How you feel that abortion is a sin. And imagine, one day. Your friend is on her way doing her things when HER friend calls her for advise and ask her about abortion. And your friend agrees with your views and tells HER friend not to abort her baby. Your words have actually saved a life, indirectly. I mean, imagine if you told your friend that you think abortion is some kinda new fad, and she believes and relates your message. Wouldn't you be like another guilty party for harming a life? Wouldn't you feel guilty when you find out that you were a culprit in helping another to make a decision to end a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. So. our every word and action and deeds. Must be guarded by God. Only God is able to guard our hearts from being like this cold, cruel world where nothing is good, right and holy. Only God is able to move the mountains and change night to day. yeps. so that is all for my thoughts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i even wanted to put a quote at the bottom. But i don't seem to be able to find one. oh wells. i shall find one that is the closest to intellectual thoughts la.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion is the drunkenness of the mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;South, Bishop Robert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2968955460330499414?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2968955460330499414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2968955460330499414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2968955460330499414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2968955460330499414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-realised-something-about-myself-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-2268416412909217530</id><published>2008-08-29T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:58:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. though i am like posting this like a few moments after my previous one.. it's not cause... i am like super free or like what la.. just that i decded to make myself happy. cause a few moments ago i was a bit sad.. and i noticed that i need music to make me happy. or what about.. i feel more secure with music around me... i feel more secure with noise around me. i think i am the super insecure sort la. so often i would have this feeling that i am in a sea of faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faces that just look back at you blankly, the same way you look at them. the same exact way they are expected to look back at you. i don't really know and understand why.. but... at times, i feel that... there are many things that don't have security. things that make me feel fearful, but... i can never pinpoint it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always known that i am a extremely insecure person, even from young. i just felt it in me... nonsense chatter seems to calm me down. thats why i feel soo free in music. cause it is communicating with me. it is a way for me to see the world. a way from me to find my feet and use my voice. i mean. okay i like to talk too, but.. i know the point of my speech is to comfort and feel accepted. i don't know why, but it never occur to me that i was finding acceptance. something that i longed for... something that God gave me so graciously time and time again. i am thankful. i am touched. really. for the fear and horror of silence, i found a platform for me to be brave. somewhere that i actually do know how to talk from my heart. somewhere where i know how to voice out my innermost thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is one of the few ways to touch me. really touch me. anything other than music is just simply frivalous to me. it's just too delicate for others to truely understand the art of music. something that even i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. maybe thats why i feel that knowing music is very important to me.. something that would be able to move me. once you show me and touch me with music, i just simply melt la. haha. like i am gone. so.. haha. don't blame me for liking boybands and what have you... hha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar...i feel that music is a very personal. once music is out, it just translates into emotions, feelings, anticipation, dissappointment. Everything revovles around music. Even the words you say, they actually do mean something, and they can be music to your ears or they can also be like... metal music being stuck into your ears.... haha. sounds soo mean... like i don't accept metal as a music form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let me just put the song i wanna put here la. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyZZ7vb_O20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyZZ7vb_O20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westlife -  The rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;that leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;an endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;and you its only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;that never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;and the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;and you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;for the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows&lt;br /&gt;lies the seed&lt;br /&gt;that with the sun's love i&lt;br /&gt;n the spring&lt;br /&gt;becomes the rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2268416412909217530?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2268416412909217530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2268416412909217530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2268416412909217530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2268416412909217530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha_29.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-168183005522667880</id><published>2008-08-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:16:04.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>number 1# I am not angry&lt;br /&gt;number 2# I am not crazy&lt;br /&gt;number 3# I am might be an ass hole&lt;br /&gt;number 4# I don't know how to feel la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;yar.. enough said about everything i want to say.. cause.. i feel like it is my fault.. but... what can i do about it... study harder la. heart and soul. completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... my timing sucks for everything. so.. yar... all i need now is like.. God... to plan...to take control... to steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. before i seem like some pathetic soul, i have to say... i like TTSH a lot.. really a lot. i like the people, the atmosphere, the experiecnce, generally cause i haven't seen other hospitals.. but.. currently, this one ranks TOP!!!! haha oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanted to say that, i need to find that thing in me.. the fighting spirit that every mgsian and acsian have... something.. that i need. oh wells. i found a song to cheer me up.. haha. i am happy now... lyrics below.. haha. i am becoming super old school lor.. haha. oh no... i am becoming old...!!!!! haha. who cares. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gd1BgYNP8Ng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gd1BgYNP8Ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they tell us&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they teach us&lt;br /&gt;What we believe is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they call us&lt;br /&gt;However they attack&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they take us&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our own way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll love forever&lt;br /&gt;I know, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears were laughter&lt;br /&gt;If only night was day&lt;br /&gt;If only prayers were answered&lt;br /&gt;Then we would hear God say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they tell you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they teach you&lt;br /&gt;What you believe is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep you safe and strong&lt;br /&gt;And sheltered from the storm&lt;br /&gt;No matter where it's barren&lt;br /&gt;A dream is being born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who they follow&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they lead&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they judge us&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everyone you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Or if the skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the end is&lt;br /&gt;My life began with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know this love's forever&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters now&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-168183005522667880?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/168183005522667880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=168183005522667880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/168183005522667880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/168183005522667880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/number-1-i-am-not-angry-number-2-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-865507415268354071</id><published>2008-08-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:57:03.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of late.. i have been in a fairly... classical mood??&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;that should be the way to say it i guess&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. as usual, happy, but, i have grown smarter. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i know now NEVER to take life so lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... okay.... i have always seen life as something that is God given&lt;br /&gt;something that is a gift to us... something that... i have taken for granted many times.&lt;br /&gt;something where i wouldn't even think twice about when i am in danger...&lt;br /&gt;but through this experience, i have felt this change in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea what kinda change but... this intangible change has made me understand the meaning of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is not when someone has food, water, air, lodging, clothes warmth and those kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;Living is when you know that against all odds, you still survive.&lt;br /&gt;Living is when you know that fighting for your survive is the only thing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;Living is when you know that everything is not just given to you, you have been bestowed with it, just because you are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Living is when you know that you are going to make a difference, no matter how great or how small.&lt;br /&gt;Living is when you know that in everything you do... there is that 0.000000000000000000001% chance that you will make it through and you are THAT lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Living is just everything humans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sudden acknowledgment of gratitude have made me think a lot about many things that have happened in my life. Though Murphey's law is like... EVERYWHERE , but... humans have been proven to be stronger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that man would be able to formulate a way of communication, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that man would be able to fly in the sky, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that uniting the world is impossible, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that man is capable of prolonging life, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that invitro was possible and accepted, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that there would be other genders other that male and female, we have made it possible.&lt;br /&gt;When no one thought that it would be possible for anyone to live on sea without dying, we have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just sooo many things that we have done to show that we are fighters.&lt;br /&gt;but in this period of time, i believe i have seen the true fighters in us.&lt;br /&gt;Fighters that would never give up, even in the face of death.&lt;br /&gt;Fighters that have mustered up EVERYTHING they have to get to where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Fighters that have to be mentally prepared for everything and anything to happen anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the true heros in us.&lt;br /&gt;The heros that would only surface when we are in the same predicament.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that i am a professional or what,&lt;br /&gt;or that i am extremely experienced in such cases, but... their fighting spirit has made me wonder more and more about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is driving them to work so hard?&lt;br /&gt;What is pushing them to win?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes them return everyday, when they know they are suffering?&lt;br /&gt;wells&lt;br /&gt;i will never know.&lt;br /&gt;but what i know now is that&lt;br /&gt;i respect and admire those that have gone through and have made it possible for me to see, that life still has it's tenacity to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you one and all.&lt;br /&gt;and to thank you guys even more,&lt;br /&gt;i would like to dedicate the next song to you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKkeDqJBlK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKkeDqJBlK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. that is all.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED IN THE CARNIVAL OF THE ANIMALS thing (as seen from the previous post) PLEASE PLEASE INFORM ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-865507415268354071?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/865507415268354071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=865507415268354071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/865507415268354071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/865507415268354071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-6664144530301434957</id><published>2008-08-27T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:44:49.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i got this VERY WEIRD wish that is&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY random&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY unreachable...&lt;br /&gt;but.. still if ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;anyone at all is willing to complete this dream with me.. hand in hand.. heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;i got NO IDEA why.. but.. i just want to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play through the WHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNIVAL OF THE ANIMAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. for a short recital with my friends&lt;br /&gt;that kinda thing la...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and obviously it would be a childrens kinda thing.. for children only... or .. maybe.. parents are allowed...haha. oh wells. but before the children and place comes in... i need to settle the.. WHO is going to do this weird strange thing with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ALL the songs that kinda thing... and.. yar.. generally. i want this to be like a self-initiated for kinds event.. where people are willing to put in the time and effort.. and obviously... SOMEONE would find sponsers and people to help...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and honestly.. if we can like tour the primary schools and like.. hold one mini recital in like.. esplande that kinda thing.. would be great too.. cause.. the number of people and the target audience is like.. KIDS...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm too free (my foot la!!)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just happy (most prob high on something... =P)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just feeling that i am not doing enough for children...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;anyone who sees this little dream of mine&lt;br /&gt;and is willing to fulfill this with me..&lt;br /&gt;please please&lt;br /&gt;e-mail or tag or... whatever other ways there are to alert me to a person-with-similar-thoughts thingy... yar.. just.. shoot me... if the message doesn't go across the normal way... but.. please be careful to avoid vital organs.. cause i might forget what you came for.. yar.. (i am random once again)okay... so yar.. TELL ME SOOONNNNNN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6664144530301434957?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6664144530301434957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6664144530301434957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6664144530301434957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6664144530301434957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha_27.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5525676806966779086</id><published>2008-08-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:05:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel alive....&lt;br /&gt;haha. rejuvinated by faith and grace...&lt;br /&gt;touched by what God has given me...&lt;br /&gt;many thanks. many thanks to God for being there with me&lt;br /&gt;For urging me to take the step of faith&lt;br /&gt;For giving me courage to do things i will never do...&lt;br /&gt;(at least... thats what i thought la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all in all&lt;br /&gt;i am getting well soonnn..&lt;br /&gt;yepps...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i love what i am doing now....&lt;br /&gt;living my life the way i like...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;(not exactly... THE WAY I LIKE.... but....i can foresee myself in this line.... with this group of quirky people... doing things the same way... and enjoying my working day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is like ONLY 2 days.. not good enough to judge.. but.. who says that they are not the kind where, what you see is what you get??? haha. oh wells. too judgemental.. and emotionally charged to make a proper decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar... the feeling of rain falling on you as you scramble to get into safety is actually quite great. if i didn't have to look normal, i might be like the idiot who would willingly stand in the rain to get drenched just cause... i love the feeling of it.... i feel a sense of freedom (of course it is a FALSE sense.. but.. who cares??)&lt;br /&gt;haha oh wells. i am like rubbishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i honestly am like LOST in this world about Fated to Love you. LOST in the sense where, they are going NOWHERE... they should have just ended with them getting married. oh wells. whatever ba... haha. not that good already.. the front was addictive.. the back is just.. bad tv... oh wells. hooked onto my sassy girl, chunhyung.haha. nice show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5525676806966779086?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5525676806966779086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5525676806966779086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5525676806966779086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5525676806966779086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-176357641110926285</id><published>2008-08-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:47:53.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been thinking about something for quite sometime&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;this is the compilation of everything that shot through my VERY VERY complicated mind&lt;br /&gt;(and obviously it would be in it's haphazard way it usually is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;the mysterious thing that elludes one and all&lt;br /&gt;the mysterious unifying thing that can unite the worst in people and the best of others&lt;br /&gt;the mystifying event that can make some people want to remember for life, and yet some others want to forget it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many have tried to find the mystery to the prolonging of this wretched life&lt;br /&gt;but... none have succeed&lt;br /&gt;except through christ&lt;br /&gt;the true living GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the chinese to the russians&lt;br /&gt;making your name live on forever had always been in everyone's mind&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;can you blame them for trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people out there are trying to carry on living&lt;br /&gt;carry on going about their daily living&lt;br /&gt;isn't that another form of people trying to live on forever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that why healthcare has been improving tremendously over these years&lt;br /&gt;isn't that why many people are eating healthily and living healthily&lt;br /&gt;just to have a prolonged life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they care?&lt;br /&gt;what motivates them to strive so hard to fit in with the living??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about what i am seeing now,&lt;br /&gt;is people trying to swim up this downward sloping river,&lt;br /&gt;like salmons who are trying to lay their eggs upstream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people have been fighting&lt;br /&gt;it might be tough&lt;br /&gt;it might be painful&lt;br /&gt;it might be diffcult&lt;br /&gt;it might be sapping up all forms of resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;they never give up on this very mysterious and magical word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a better life&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a better future&lt;br /&gt;Hope for more time&lt;br /&gt;Hope for no pain&lt;br /&gt;Hope for no diesease&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very simple word&lt;br /&gt;with one very big meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be honest&lt;br /&gt;i was very sad&lt;br /&gt;when i found out this particular thing (some of you should know it...)&lt;br /&gt;i was actually very depressed after that&lt;br /&gt;cause... i only felt that i was dealing i with fighters&lt;br /&gt;never in my mind&lt;br /&gt;that this thought cross my head&lt;br /&gt;"what is they don't make it..."&lt;br /&gt;i always thought they would make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yar...&lt;br /&gt;that was my impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illusive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i heard someone say this quite long ago&lt;br /&gt;or was it quite recent&lt;br /&gt;(should be like quite recent ba..haha)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;the person said&lt;br /&gt;"if you gotta go, you gotta go... no matter how hard you try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found out this logic,&lt;br /&gt;this logic that i have been trying to escape...&lt;br /&gt;hardwork wouldn't get you everything you have been trying for&lt;br /&gt;hardwork doesn't work for everything&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my final note to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;live it like everyday is your last&lt;br /&gt;no regrets&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;i might drop dead the next moment&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells&lt;br /&gt;enough of all this&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i am sick.. but well enough to continue on this fight for excellence&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;yeps&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-176357641110926285?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-2765630528623470208</id><published>2008-08-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:34:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to say this to my dearest classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;We have come this far.&lt;br /&gt;I know that many times, we might be frustrated, abandoned, pissed, irritated, confused and even disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;wells friends,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry&lt;br /&gt;it would all be okay.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;we will be together soon&lt;br /&gt;together to gossip and bitch and study and play and eat and.. just do things together.&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for school&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see you guys&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to just spend time with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;this song is for you&lt;br /&gt;(even though it is like A BIT =p irrelevant... but you get the drift..=p)&lt;br /&gt;the song is the main thing you should hear la. kk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;not the situation.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;miss you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3GUJoRxV0c&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3GUJoRxV0c&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2765630528623470208?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2765630528623470208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2765630528623470208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2765630528623470208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2765630528623470208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-would-like-to-say-this-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3523845297151655025</id><published>2008-08-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:24:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. MURPHEY'S LAW CAN NOT HAPPEN TO ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL&lt;br /&gt;3. I MUST FOCUS ON WHAT I HAVE AT HAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think this three is enough to kill me ba&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my secret desire is to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish William Shakespear's plays&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep calm and do well&lt;br /&gt;3. Gain other people's respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you jia you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to post a song that left me with eyes slightly wet ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEajU1MHSHM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEajU1MHSHM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四百龍銀 -- 張宇&lt;br /&gt;專輯：大丈夫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這裏的人家遠渡重洋&lt;br /&gt;找到他們家&lt;br /&gt;看了幾回就要這個&lt;br /&gt;六歲的女娃&lt;br /&gt;為了大哥要娶媳婦&lt;br /&gt;沒錢的媽媽&lt;br /&gt;收了四百個龍銀&lt;br /&gt;讓她離開家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她在廈門過了一夜&lt;br /&gt;隔天才上船&lt;br /&gt;身上穿著只有過年才能穿的衣裳&lt;br /&gt;媽媽為她縫了一個像她的娃娃&lt;br /&gt;「有它和你作伴什麼都別怕」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上的月亮&lt;br /&gt;被雲擋住了一半&lt;br /&gt;看不見的另一半在要去的地方&lt;br /&gt;也許只能這麼想&lt;br /&gt;才會覺得分開的只是月亮&lt;br /&gt;心還一樣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二十六歲那年生了&lt;br /&gt;第五個女孩&lt;br /&gt;守寡的婆婆跟她說了&lt;br /&gt;香火不能斷&lt;br /&gt;剛好有人想要一個&lt;br /&gt;初生的女娃&lt;br /&gt;她用虛弱的身子&lt;br /&gt;追出幾裏外&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上的月亮&lt;br /&gt;被雲擋住了一半&lt;br /&gt;看不見的另一半在心碎的路上&lt;br /&gt;手頭萬緒在心裏轉&lt;br /&gt;突然發現殘缺的不是月亮是命運啊&lt;br /&gt;曲折要重覆到什麼時候才給圓滿&lt;br /&gt;她從箱底找出那個像她的娃娃&lt;br /&gt;有它和你作伴什麼都別怕」&lt;br /&gt;可是我的心肝&lt;br /&gt;誰跟你作伴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words really really touched me a lot&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i survive ba&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3523845297151655025?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3523845297151655025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3523845297151655025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3523845297151655025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3523845297151655025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-7536507073966759490</id><published>2008-08-07T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:25:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. just wanted to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in the mood for ...haha i got no idea WHAT mood&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;this is the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBHhSVJ_S6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBHhSVJ_S6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is called Por una cabeza by Carlos Gardel.&lt;br /&gt;even though this is an abstract from a movie&lt;br /&gt;but.. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;for your info&lt;br /&gt;this movie is called&lt;br /&gt;scent of a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and there was this quote which i saw someone post from this show. which made me smile. haha&lt;br /&gt;i got NO IDEA WHY too.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you make a mistake and get tangled up, you just tango on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for your info again&lt;br /&gt;Al Pacino (main character) said to the girl before they danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i honestly like the way this quote is phrased.&lt;br /&gt;this reflects my life quite appropriately&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;if you make a mistake and get tangled up, you just tango on&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;soooo... thats what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;tango-ing at my own pace&lt;br /&gt;tango-ing with my pride&lt;br /&gt;tango-ing and loving ever moment of my tangle&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. about quotes.&lt;br /&gt;deepti's quote&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;and STILL love it&lt;br /&gt;(her quote, in the sense that she introduced it to me la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather spend one minute holding you then a lifetime knowing i never could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cause of my intensive reading&lt;br /&gt;(and much pondering, and dreaming and... everything else la)&lt;br /&gt;of twilight&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i am going to try to finish the entire twilight series&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;okay la&lt;br /&gt;i did read twilight, new moon, eclipse already&lt;br /&gt;but... still&lt;br /&gt;a good book can be read more than once right&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;soo..&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;and reading&lt;br /&gt;and loving it&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-4465624907855362269</id><published>2008-08-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:28:08.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;okay. i feel compelled to blog. not because i have something to blog about... but... i just feel like placing my thoughts live. =) haha. by the way. Breaking Dawn is OFFICIALLY OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to say i am ecstatic is a TOTAL understatement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... to continue on. i would like to say this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOUD and CLEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY CLASSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys are honestly the reason why i am like still living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you guys make me feel blessed in a way far greater than i would think it possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys are the rocks of my life and my future career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am soo glad and blessed to have known you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i should start making some (pointless) resolutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i would aim to practise my cello weekly (haha. i don't even practise now lor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i would perservere in doing theory and driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i would stay close to God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i would strive to give my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. i would try and achieve my goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now. for the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;herher. i have given up posting the vienna ones cause they are SOOO SOO messy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i would fb it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures from AGES AGES AGO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM9-1roxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bxJgg31WXm0/s1600-h/Photo0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608220031165202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM9-1roxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bxJgg31WXm0/s200/Photo0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this should be the beef steak we ate before i went to like vienna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this was like eaten on sunday with my uncle and auntie.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-Br6gtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OKNc_-sKzk0/s1600-h/Photo0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608220795503314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-Br6gtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OKNc_-sKzk0/s200/Photo0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the desert. though it might have looked GREAT.. but.. looks can be decieving.. enuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-ScbJyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fbdn5y_LC88/s1600-h/Photo0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608225293936418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-ScbJyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fbdn5y_LC88/s200/Photo0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the my meals in school. and this is honestly not too bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause of my favourite dish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-Zo7vRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HoOT-J-aTH4/s1600-h/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608227225451794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM-Zo7vRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HoOT-J-aTH4/s200/Photo0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the biscuits i bought back from vienna that was SUPPOSE to be for my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ended up in my tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i would be the "clever" one then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM9sN183I/AAAAAAAAAVc/bhbvleiRdp0/s1600-h/Image857-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608215032230770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM9sN183I/AAAAAAAAAVc/bhbvleiRdp0/s200/Image857-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regine looking really pretty. cause it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skirt-day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she sure looks happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( and i secretly think it is cause i am back... muahhahahah..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMhei56I/AAAAAAAAAWE/cfrUiwPX62I/s1600-h/Photo0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608469847533474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMhei56I/AAAAAAAAAWE/cfrUiwPX62I/s200/Photo0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMwcMyPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ao2z5gt1IVM/s1600-h/Photo0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608473864227058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMwcMyPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ao2z5gt1IVM/s200/Photo0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other 2 skirt-ies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have i said that before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNNEL2O4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/r5FzBvaLMWU/s1600-h/Photo0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608479164349314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNNEL2O4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/r5FzBvaLMWU/s200/Photo0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNNB90sEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IidPY9RODc8/s1600-h/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608478568656962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNNB90sEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IidPY9RODc8/s200/Photo0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgQVQD5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/BzlOta1IytE/s1600-h/Photo0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608808842530706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgQVQD5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/BzlOta1IytE/s200/Photo0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgFryhhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4R62JLbKa9s/s1600-h/Photo0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608805984273938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgFryhhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4R62JLbKa9s/s200/Photo0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNftj009I/AAAAAAAAAW0/FeD5E7RZrQA/s1600-h/Photo0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608799508419538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNftj009I/AAAAAAAAAW0/FeD5E7RZrQA/s200/Photo0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNfWPuOnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BTXXRMiAtQQ/s1600-h/Photo0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608793250085490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNfWPuOnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BTXXRMiAtQQ/s200/Photo0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was taken at the time when we had this japanese food craze thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we actually made our way to like koufu for like 2 days STRAIGHT eating japanese food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i was nice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgBgZjZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bbuyZb5ZheY/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608804862758290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNgBgZjZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bbuyZb5ZheY/s200/Photo0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day we actually get our coats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we soo look super professional lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the RTs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not all but.. must of the RTs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvq-W5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/r0etX9QHgoY/s1600-h/Photo0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609073692305138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvq-W5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/r0etX9QHgoY/s200/Photo0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is like one of the prettiest pictures lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is of my neighbour and her flower girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and both of them look super super pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvkXscGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9iopJ3Lbhi8/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609071919525986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvkXscGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9iopJ3Lbhi8/s200/Photo0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favouritest pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you guys LOADS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMxiY5NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zeKvGCVlJAA/s1600-h/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229608474158621906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNMxiY5NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zeKvGCVlJAA/s200/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manzhi and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was taken in the Library or was it the north canteen or koufu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who cares anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still it was a nice picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvDssUxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iDbpHkZ_4GE/s1600-h/Photo0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609063149228818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvDssUxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iDbpHkZ_4GE/s200/Photo0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvfa96oI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hBdiubhMf2Q/s1600-h/Photo0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609070591076994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvfa96oI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hBdiubhMf2Q/s200/Photo0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvdTnDtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ye_JGL_Lsgo/s1600-h/Photo0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609070023347922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNNvdTnDtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ye_JGL_Lsgo/s200/Photo0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. taken during some kinda lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i am NOT a cam whore lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i just like taking pictures to remember the beautiful amazing times we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still. i like our pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7t-VCFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XYiNK-qlEeU/s1600-h/Photo0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609280655919186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7t-VCFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XYiNK-qlEeU/s200/Photo0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7l7Tz5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/c-FgTZ1uNHQ/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609278495772562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7l7Tz5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/c-FgTZ1uNHQ/s200/Photo0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never really equated cheap cake as good cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. this cake honestly is only okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it was kinda cheap la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is $2 cheap?? okay right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite cheap ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it looked kinda cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(okay. i admit. i bought it cause it looked kinda cute...xp) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7wzLCwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uxkJn3Ftwpg/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609281414433538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN7wzLCwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uxkJn3Ftwpg/s200/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN75mcRnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/R4CiqHvwDKI/s1600-h/Photo0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609283776956018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN75mcRnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/R4CiqHvwDKI/s200/Photo0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN8FUmfvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/R5R_e-SR1-c/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229609286923353842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNN8FUmfvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/R5R_e-SR1-c/s200/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was taken at the sharing session with the directors and board members and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those 2 are the 2 year 1s i might end up having to teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least we click&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other one is hafiz... it was suppose to be a 3 people picture.. but.. oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta go.. if not.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will DIE for cello tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone! &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/28637171-4465624907855362269?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4465624907855362269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4465624907855362269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4465624907855362269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4465624907855362269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SJNM9-1roxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bxJgg31WXm0/s72-c/Photo0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-4684750791950389025</id><published>2008-07-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:17:59.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i though i would have problems in the past.. telling people that i came from a JC. and a GOOD JC.&lt;br /&gt;then... after awhile, all these fears were just put behind me&lt;br /&gt;all these fears of lettting someone know that i was in a JC was all gone&lt;br /&gt;and all this is thanks to my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my wonderful classmates: Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not treating me like some kinda creature in the zoo, when you guys heard where i came from&lt;br /&gt;though i was quite ashamed for not comprominsing my dreams of working in the heathcare field&lt;br /&gt;i am also quite proud for standing up to this kinda pressure&lt;br /&gt;the pressure that kids from "rich" or "good" schools can't go to somewhere below a certain standard&lt;br /&gt;according to practises&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO ACJC student have gone to Poly&lt;br /&gt;and that is SUPER like sure thing la&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;1. they are rich brats&lt;br /&gt;2. they are smart&lt;br /&gt;( well. if you are not one, you are the other la. Well. face it. you can't be both... And i am ONLY talking about those normal humans you see walking about...)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i don't become such a great disgrace to all the previous schools that have brought me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. on a BRIGHTER NOTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea what i am dong here now!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. better get off soon. i don't even know what i wanted to type initially.&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get this OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEPTI!!!! I WILL 100% MISS YOU!!! FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE!!!! FOR ALL THAT YOU CAN BE!!!!! FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE MADE TO BE!!!!!!! i WILLL MISSS YOUUUUUU!!!!! SOOOO COME BACK SOOONNN!!!!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-4684750791950389025?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/4684750791950389025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=4684750791950389025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4684750791950389025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/4684750791950389025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-though-i-would-have-problems-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-2546508165639123588</id><published>2008-07-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:57:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wells. I shall start uploading my pictures on this my blog then. the lazy bug would always be the lazy bug. Oh wells. so here it goes. i shall not cause this poor post to be such a picture heavy one... but.. of course.. there would still be pictures. i would try to give kinda like a day to day recount if i can remember it... if i can't please... please forgive this very old aged person or if you wanna say forgetful.. it is also fine with me...&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we flew off, i didn't even feel that we were going to Vienna la. Honestly. the feel of it wasn't there yet.. but. haha. still, managed to get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDhhcPXMlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VMJg6zXiNGA/s1600-h/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224423532382335570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDhhcPXMlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VMJg6zXiNGA/s200/DSC01416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of cherie ( aka. Auntie) with me. we were sitting next to each other... and i was sooo sound asleep that when she needed to get out... i totally ignored her... oh wells. guess i was at fault then..=p haha. ( this picture was taken from her blog.. cause the picture we took with my cam turned out terrible... so herher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgcvtHl8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gWP4WojYgpw/s1600-h/P7030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422352196442050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgcvtHl8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gWP4WojYgpw/s200/P7030003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Charlene and shu xuan. We were in the same row la. So take picture of them lor. And shu xuan is like my roommate... so yay. super happy and excited. haha. ah ma!!!! haha. oh wells. missing the time we spent together now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdHrOdOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z9H0F-3L_ds/s1600-h/P7030010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422358630954210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdHrOdOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z9H0F-3L_ds/s200/P7030010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pan shuang. haha. she is super super super funny. haha. like her loads... not that i don't like the rest... but haha. she is honestly the funniest la. but... oh wells. i can't really remember where we took this. if i am correct, this could be in the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDfuvgRyrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9BZxvmf259Q/s1600-h/P7030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224421561868602034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDfuvgRyrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9BZxvmf259Q/s200/P7030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the picture of my back seat people. From left : Esther, Haida, Joel. Well. as you can tell. Esther and Joel seem very awake... except haida... haha. oh wells. it WAS a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftx7VhLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Oiytb14iExg/s1600-h/p100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224421545339094194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftx7VhLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Oiytb14iExg/s200/p100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very blurred picture of this really really cute little toddler who was sitting really near me. He was very cute and he was sooo funny. oh wells. i tried to take a picture of him, but whenever i took a picture, he would like MOVEEEEE. so i tried... and this is my BEST attempt.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdcHYYwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/dMNRmKuiPgs/s1600-h/P7030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422364117754626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdcHYYwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/dMNRmKuiPgs/s200/P7030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like at the Heathrow airport T5. it was like=) yay. happiness. happy la. cause i was on London ground again. haha. but... anyway, it was here that we took the bus to the adjoining terminal 3. so . oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdoh1fqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6W8cQf1_luY/s1600-h/P7030021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422367449939618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgdoh1fqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6W8cQf1_luY/s200/P7030021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this picture is 1. NOT because i am a strong advocater for HSBC. 2. it is NOT because i like buildings of the squarish sort. The real reason is because of the sky. Please look at the sky. This was the beautiful sky we saw in London. Look at the Phoenix-like clouds. ( what i think it looks like cuase it seems to be coming out from adversity... oh wells) so, this showed me a good sign for the trip that my decision was correct. =) and it was. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgeIEVlZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LxmeI11fxP4/s1600-h/P7030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224422375916148114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDgeIEVlZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LxmeI11fxP4/s200/P7030022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the picture that i was trying to catch of a plane lifting off. obviously i was LATE.. but okay la. not too bad. i think... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftXpEbhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AbHGGZyGMLE/s1600-h/p092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224421538283154962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftXpEbhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AbHGGZyGMLE/s200/p092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the overview of the Heathrow terminal. very stylistic. very modern. very classy. soo. not too bad. i feel. but the clouds are honestly very beautiful in THAT region of the world. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftqbIN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BhSabeobaAg/s1600-h/p094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224421543324956498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDftqbIN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BhSabeobaAg/s200/p094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT just a picture of a tail of a plane. or a BO LIAO picture of the airport. This is the beautiful miracle that God gave us when we were about to board the plane to Vienna. All the fears, all the nerve-wreaking feelings were appeased by God's grace. Cause, God gave us a rainbow. just look for the rainbow and you can find it. it was an entire band. honestly. it was just that i didn't take a picture of the other end. oh wells. but... i was amazed by God's grace and power. Thanks God. For being there when i need you the most. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. that is ALL for today. i have stuff to do tomorrow. next week would be a really really busy one for me.. so i have to be prepared for it. so JIA YOU BA!!!! haha. oh wells. oh yar, the music you hear right, was performed by us in Vienna. so yar, not too bad ba. okay la. reminds me of many memories. haha. better get going ba. oh wells. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-2546508165639123588?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/2546508165639123588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=2546508165639123588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2546508165639123588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/2546508165639123588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-wells_18.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SIDhhcPXMlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VMJg6zXiNGA/s72-c/DSC01416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-6808586540852773312</id><published>2008-07-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:57:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>though i STILL don't have my pictures up here... but... oh wells. i finally got the severity of my jobscope. i finally understood the fraility of life. i finally understand what i got myself into. ( even though i should have got that ages ago... but... wadeva la....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am... looking at the forecast for the rest of my life.. looking in a different direction is my dreams. and here i am... trying to bring the north pole and the south pole together.. and yet... they repel ( thanks to magnet... we know this la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... what i have chosen initially, did seem to be like one of the side roads of my dreams. one that would eventually help me see my dreams come true. but at this point of time, both of them seem to be like the situation between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. they seem similar but... somehow... they are...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i am thinking about cause i am going insane with all this like haywired thoughts. i don't know why i am pondering about stuff like that, when i can be studying for my upcoming test.... sighs. i just don't know what i am doing la. i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. is it okay to say i don't know, or do i have to be politically correct by saying.. i would go and check up about it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the prospects of me getting into something like this in life, scare me. such that i am immobilized by the thought of it??? was it my prior experience?? i thought my prior experience was great!!!! so.. what IS stopping me??? I got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;i only know that i have to&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO....&lt;br /&gt;start studying, in case my supervisor decides to test me, or give me a quiz... and i DIE there. so...&lt;br /&gt;gotta start mugging&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;br /&gt;off to muggers land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-6808586540852773312?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/6808586540852773312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=6808586540852773312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6808586540852773312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/6808586540852773312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/though-i-still-dont-have-my-pictures-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-8966299975672346350</id><published>2008-07-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:23:22.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wells. school has been great, as usual. i love school!!!! i love my friends!!!! but... why is it soo difficult to love my homework and upcoming test?? Why is it that, after all this time of planning my wonderful timetable, everything still sucks. ( like eventually anyway... ) aiya!!!!!!! anyway, hopefully, everything rain would be evaporated by that brilliant sun i see in my dream.... i rather have a sunny, happy dream, then a sad, gloomy one. muahaha. but... maybe the sun is too much to handle, cause, adele has been late for like perpetually EVERY lesson in the morning. which is WEIRD!!!! cause i DID wake up early, it is just that, i didn't want to wake up???? !!!! that honestly sounds WERID. anyway, yeps. maybe, like what my driving uncle said... this weird brain connection i have must be due to the RADIATION. ( my foot la) haha. ohwells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved GAIL WANG: freedom doesn't have to do with breaking of rules what. freedom is when one ( namely ADELE KWAN) feels that she is free to do whatever she wants. where there are nothing obstructing her from doing as she please. for example, societal mentality, family, monetary, responsibilities and etc. etc. ) yar. something like that. haha. ohwells. just thought that i should start using SOME PART of my brain to like think about your rules thing.. then i a bit don't get.. muahahha. or maybe this is the only thing that is stimulating my brain, and i am enjoying it to the max. and i hope you can reply THIS!!! cause, i never actually supposed PHYSICS was something that should STIMULATE any part of my brain... ( cause it never did.... ) oh wells. better go off now. nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i love you too GAIL WANG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8966299975672346350?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8966299975672346350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8966299975672346350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8966299975672346350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8966299975672346350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5805403164033972015</id><published>2008-07-15T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:53:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveeeee my friends. they are like the cutest la. haha. honestly. very very happy.hahaha. i actually understood and listerned for like the ENTIRE lesson for A&amp;amp;P la. i am like AMAZED with my concentration. haha. so happy. but... =( loads of things to do from now on!!! yikes. super super YIKES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;really really still in holiday mode. so&lt;br /&gt;ADELE KWAN SNAP OUT OF IT NOWWWW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i watched It's a Boy Girl Thing. and it is like super duper sweet. haha. chick flick!!! oh wells. but... not worth watching in the cinema though. oh wells. shall start posting pictures SOOOONNNNNN. like as soon as i get out of this stop-being-lazy phase. ohwells. who knows how long that would last. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5805403164033972015?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5805403164033972015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5805403164033972015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5805403164033972015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5805403164033972015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-loveeeee-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1432792907420113946</id><published>2008-07-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:18:04.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in school now. being as bored as i am now. sighs. super tired. like SUPER la. stuper sleepy too. sighs. why can't i go home and sleep NOW!!!!! like NOW!!! * opens my eyes in hope* shoots and here am i in school AGAIN!!!. sighs. still. i'm with my *ahem* tired friends. with a stack of unfinished work that would haunt me for teh time being until i actually get down to looking at it. AHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for your information, THIS is the golden hall in vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vienna.cc/wienpix/musikverein2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.vienna.cc/wienpix/musikverein2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. for your info only. i DIDN'T take this photo for your information, so yar...&lt;br /&gt;got it off the internet, in case you wanted to know. and i really want to stay in vienna.. haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i am say this cause i just came back from there, but who can blame me right??&lt;br /&gt;wanting to stay in somewhere nice.. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to put like my work list for like this week.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. shall put it afterwards. well. lets see if i did what i wanted to do during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i made many new friends&lt;br /&gt;2. i feel a bit more intune ( but i am deproving at an alarming rate...!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. i didn't catch up with my studies&lt;br /&gt;4. it WAS worth my while cause i really like the place and people and generally everything ( other then THAT hotel. honestly!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. i really really WANTED to study hard.. but opps! i did it again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. i DID do my best at enjoying and performing, but everything else was.. haha. you know. i know... need we say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeps.&lt;br /&gt;so so.&lt;br /&gt;this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i want to do this week&lt;br /&gt;1. i want to be able to practise my cello everyday for 1 hr.&lt;br /&gt;2. i want to be able to practise my piano everyday for 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;3. i want to study A&amp;amp;P from the beginning to the respiratory system&lt;br /&gt;4. i want to study really really really really hard for Rad physics&lt;br /&gt;5. i want to read through the clinical studies to know what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to drive really really well&lt;br /&gt;7. i want to be consientious in my work and do really really well.&lt;br /&gt;8. i want to make sure i pay attention to lessons and STOP DREAMING/ STONEING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;10. run! run! run! run! run! run! or alternatively exercise! exercise! exercise! exercise! exercise! exercise! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the week&lt;br /&gt;lets see what happens next week ba&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1432792907420113946?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1432792907420113946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1432792907420113946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1432792907420113946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1432792907420113946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-3549149156344973669</id><published>2008-07-13T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:25:21.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in less then 48 hrs of touchdown, and here am i dreading singapore. I WANNA GO BACK!!!! just let me go there and leave me to learn german or music or just anything. i wanna just live life independently. i want freedom. i want to experience life in ways that i have never had. i don't wanna be trapped here like a caged bird. i wanna fly. just let me fly. its not that i don't love singapore or my friends. i do. honestly . but. still. the yearn for freedom, the yearn for independence is strong in me. the only aspect of my life where freedom is dominant is... music. Music is the only thing that you can interpret it in anyway you want. it is the only thing where freedom is respected. it is the only place that i can feel my independence. so let me fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall start saving...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i can fly at the end of my 3 years of studying,&lt;br /&gt;maybe like after the second part of my plan have been realised?? haha. then i can go.&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the freedom i might yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe before i even start this plan,&lt;br /&gt;i might have deemed it unsuitable for various reasons. haha. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;ficked must be my middle name ba. haha. oh wells. can't wait to go overseas again. honestly CAN"T WAIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i wanna go. whether to perform, to help out with like cip, i am fine. just tell me. i would go. willingly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yars. i enjoyed myself tremendously. haha. more then i expected. ohwells. happy. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-3549149156344973669?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/3549149156344973669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=3549149156344973669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3549149156344973669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/3549149156344973669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-less-then-48-hrs-of-touchdown-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5823580479969380588</id><published>2008-07-10T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:50:41.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey=) haha. so here i am, typing on the most difficult keyboard that ever existed cause adele, being adele, haven't gotten use to it. so she has to constantly look at what she is typing cause haha. the words are like about EVERYWHERE. so difficult to find :( oh . but. hahah. i would be back soon . if you want to go into details, it would be approximately about like 2 days time. i have been like in the world's nicest place spending money like water. hahaa. so ... yeps. oh yar, the coolest thing about this keyboard is that there are things like öäü on the keyboard . cool huh =) oh wells. oh yar. i miss you people. but. still, if i had a chance to study overseas, i would be taking the next plane out of singapore. Not that i don't like singapore, please don't get me wrong. I love Singapore as it is, with everything so convienent, but.. i honestly like the feeling of freedom. of being in somewhere new. of being... alone. making new friends. learning new ways of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. yepyeps. haha. better go off soon. and see if i can do something more useful ba. byes for now. will update SOOONNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5823580479969380588?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5823580479969380588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5823580479969380588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5823580479969380588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5823580479969380588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/heyhey-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-5995755276849558354</id><published>2008-07-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:08:08.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCmL3cTEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/F2-Cep1Wm3c/s1600-h/AB19463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218478554515000386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCmL3cTEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/F2-Cep1Wm3c/s200/AB19463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;i have to state&lt;br /&gt;NO I am NOTTT going crazy over VIENNA &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so not lor&lt;br /&gt;oh my tian!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will be leaving this country in like a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;how many people get the chance to actually perform in the gold hall in vienna.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it was made for the strings. AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;can't wait&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCl0-PtMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Y2H3aAlO4Iw/s1600-h/200573302-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218478548369519810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCl0-PtMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Y2H3aAlO4Iw/s200/200573302-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCls7ihaI/AAAAAAAAATs/qvSQoc6dy2s/s1600-h/200118167-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218478546210686370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCls7ihaI/AAAAAAAAATs/qvSQoc6dy2s/s200/200118167-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a bit more research to know what i would be seeing&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;really hope my high hopes for the country wouldn't be dashed&lt;br /&gt;ohwells&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;i only hope that , before i go anywhere in vienna,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't like be crashed by the HUGE weight of the cello combined with my luggage&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;why is there soooo many things to bring??&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;hope that this is  suffiecient enought for me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;hope i can make friends&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;better shut my eyes for like 10 seconds ba&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;though i might outwardly deny the fact that i would miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;but I WILL MISS YOU ALL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for &lt;333 me&lt;br /&gt;wells&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3333 you guys too&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-5995755276849558354?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/5995755276849558354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=5995755276849558354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5995755276849558354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/5995755276849558354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-and-foremost-i-have-to-state-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ByhfsMupUGg/SGvCmL3cTEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/F2-Cep1Wm3c/s72-c/AB19463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28637171.post-8192402379280397432</id><published>2008-06-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:20:58.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) well. i am HAPPY now!! like HAPPY. i got no idea why... but i am just simply HAPPY. like you know. H-A-P-P-Y. haha. whatever that happened just now can be all forgotten. i am perfectly FINE... honest. =) oh wells. Before i forget AGAIN. this is what i wanna accomplish for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Adele wants to do&lt;br /&gt;1. Make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be proficient in my instrument&lt;br /&gt;3. Study hard ( and retain as much knowledge possible)&lt;br /&gt;4. Catch up with my work, as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;5. Make it worth my while.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do my best. ( but... you know, the best is yet to be... so... hmmm. wadeva la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all. Hope i can really really do what i plan to do. so jia you ba. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9y1vGxPVAA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9y1vGxPVAA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-8192402379280397432?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/8192402379280397432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=8192402379280397432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8192402379280397432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/8192402379280397432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28637171.post-1722597197439597010</id><published>2008-06-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:04:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strangely, i know that i have to study, but... i got no idea, but i have no urge to study. Even when the emminent loom of test after test and missing of many lessons seem to appear in the horizon, Adele doesn't change. She still ends up doing things like that which disappoints. I am sorry for being a disappointment, but, that doesn't mean i have no pride. I get hurt too. I know it is my fault, but, let me hold on to my pride. If not, i would be utterly destroyed. I never once denied the fact that i wanted to learn how to cook. So how is it so that when you hear i wanna learn how to cook, you give me the feeling that i am at fault. Sighs. i just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just found out that i like the kinda blues, jazzy kinda songs. honestly, they give me the groove that makes me feel like dancing. Oh wells. soo extra. well. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBKcKQHZXks&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBKcKQHZXks&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28637171-1722597197439597010?l=theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/feeds/1722597197439597010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28637171&amp;postID=1722597197439597010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1722597197439597010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28637171/posts/default/1722597197439597010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldisalwaysround.blogspot.com/2008/06/strangely-i-know-that-i-have-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>lucky ducky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
