<?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-6391835902370485448</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:27:51.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c.</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.emailcashpro.com/?r=silverlc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emailcashpro.com/images/emailcashpro3.gif" border="0" alt="http://www.emailcashpro.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5395498207395563159</id><published>2010-10-16T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:59:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Hate leh... Wad u do man, cz... 做人做 until ppl can hate u... U can go n die le luh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all these have happened already ... Dunno u luh... 你自找的. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still maintain that I am successful in life only if I marry baby... N spend the rest of my life with her. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to prove to her that I truly n sincerely love her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5395498207395563159?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5395498207395563159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5395498207395563159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5395498207395563159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5395498207395563159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-cant-sleep.html' title='Still can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-9080745566704906427</id><published>2010-10-16T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:25:08.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am... And the rain.. Is falling...</title><content type='html'>What is genuine happiness?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it when we laugh? Is it when our eyes sparkle with that magic glow on our face? Is it the pumping of "feel good" chemicals, endorphins, that our brain produces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I can't sleep now? What is it my eyes hurt when I close them? Why do I tear so easily nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be super strong? Wouldn't that make me very insensitive? But tearing so easily.. That's a sign of weakness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? What is my mission in life? Along the way I'm blinded by so many things... That I forget how impt ppl close to me are.. ESP baby.. Who have been quietly sacrificing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to compare.. 比来比去... End up both also still unhappy.. But ayyy be fair to baby luh... She really gone thru alot leh...with her character, she did so much n stuff le... Stop letting her give in to u luh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot wad u told yourself when u saw hw happy she was last time? Always give, until she begs for u to stop, then consider taking it a notch down... U told me yrself that u gain so much more happiness giving than receiving.. Then now.. See luh!! End up who give more?? Wake up luh cz... It's time to wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate that u dont turn into action ur innermost desires... I think sometimes even God would have trouble reading your mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-9080745566704906427?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/9080745566704906427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=9080745566704906427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9080745566704906427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9080745566704906427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/10/2am-and-rain-is-falling.html' title='2am... And the rain.. Is falling...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4065211880339720919</id><published>2010-10-16T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:10:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop behaving like a kid, mr cz..  n pull ur socks up!!</title><content type='html'>I still can't sleep... Baby has been turning ard my direction many times le.. The memories keep flashing back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the $2 coupons.. Hehe! Who can forget the $2 coupons. Baby keep it like 宝 somemore&lt;br /&gt;- the "for example" beach trip!! (wanted to throw her into the sea n play water with her, but... Hmm.. Later catch cold! No extra clothing somemore)&lt;br /&gt;- the BK Spicy chicken w bacon..!! Didn't know it existed.. But it became my instant favourite! :)&lt;br /&gt;- the times when baby n I cuddled to sleep, even with our hairs covering and poking on each other's skin&lt;br /&gt;- "bedtimeeeee!!! Poopy bedtimeeee!!"&lt;br /&gt;- the days of traveling down BKE early in the morning to fetch baby to work&lt;br /&gt;- the times where I had time to find out how to soothe feet pain on the Internet.. And had baby giving me laugh number 4 when she saw the tennis ball&lt;br /&gt;- the times we take picture in front of the mirror n post on fb.. Hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;- "Laaa, laaaa... Laaaaaa laaaaaaa..!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- the invention of "Hausa" n "Bianca"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times they were... Now it is time to create new good times...(regardless of whatever excuses u have)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-4065211880339720919?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4065211880339720919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4065211880339720919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4065211880339720919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4065211880339720919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-behaving-like-kid-mr-cz-n-pull-ur.html' title='Stop behaving like a kid, mr cz..  n pull ur socks up!!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8594436645483430399</id><published>2010-10-16T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:56:59.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish my girlfriend checks my phone more thoroughly</title><content type='html'>Then maybe she'd see my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe she'd know my intentions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I won't keep feeling like I'm going to cough my heart out when anything regarding breakup gets mentioned (it's a really sucky feeling to haf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr cz Aka mr selfish... Stop thinking abt yourself n look at the person u love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl go thru so much shit le still must clear shit for u ah? Ay... U got hands got legs, cannot clear ur own shit ah?? Think of a way luh! Dunno how u get your 1st class honors de loh.. PUI ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8594436645483430399?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8594436645483430399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8594436645483430399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8594436645483430399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8594436645483430399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-wish-my-girlfriend-checks.html' title='Sometimes I wish my girlfriend checks my phone more thoroughly'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-454151484918276337</id><published>2010-10-16T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:50:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk you idiot, talk! Keep quiet=death u idiot! Stupid cz!! *bashes cz's head*</title><content type='html'>Dunno what for study until so high, end up even expressing own feelings and intentions also so hard. I guess... I probably think too highly of myself already. seems like I really cannot multitask well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had time to do anything worth mentioning for baby... All the time at work is all work, the time at home is just rest n sleep.. The time on the road is spent looking at the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think no matter how innocent the car is, it certainly had brought about much misery. Sure it saves time, but.. Iya.. Dun even feel like recalling all the incidents le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if baby reads my blog.. Heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep now... I bet baby also.. Saw her peek at me while I was typing. Hope she doesn't think I haf a mistress outside.. But then again, God.. You be my witness luh.. Don't talk about who big or what now.. As a fren to me ah.. Do u think I'll ever wanna find someone else to spend the rest of my life with? I really dunno how to assure baby that I'd marry her, bring her to England with me, have family with her, and remain faithful to her for the rest of my life. I'm sure u know right? You being the creator and all.. U see my intentions.. Ok luh, fair enough... I know she's been taking alot of shit from my side.. Can understand why she'd feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz... What to do... You created me with a penis mah... The man has the responsibility to take everything, like a man. It's like going back to sec sch days... When I shouldn't express my feelings as raw and true as I am feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No girl likes "sian ah". So probably "I'm stressed" is about the same also. gotta give also right? Cannot always take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah... In this world, who not stressed.. No matter how stressed I think I am, there's always someone out there more stressed than me luh.. Don't find excuse mr cz .. Or.. Hmm.. Should I say... Future Dr cz? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like I'm freaking talking to myself and consoling myself sia..  Thanks angel cz. As for u, devil cz.. Fuck u!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a hang of myself. Nothing is too big for me to bear.. So stop whining already..!! And blardy keep your promises luh!!! Last time Dad always don't keep promises.. And u told urself u don't want like him liddat.. Look wad you've done again? Abysmal, cz... Abysmal..!! *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cz... U gotta be strong u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time u just anyhow just roughly plan time to do the Kinematics Exam paper? Oh! And the MP2001 paper?? U told urself u learnt ur lesson on time management le.. THEN????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u hor.. You bully other ppl I don't care, u don't go bully my baby hor! U know how much she values punctuality u still hvent wake up ah? Yea I know u got work. So what if cannot finish? Who is to blame?? U urself wad!! Dont let others suffer bcos of your 烂-ness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Eyes also can't close... Wan sleep also can't sleep... Dunno luh... I really love my baby... But probably I show in the wrong way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses mr cz... No excuses... Wrong means wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is happiness? Happiness is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-454151484918276337?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/454151484918276337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=454151484918276337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/454151484918276337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/454151484918276337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/10/talk-you-idiot-talk-keep-quietdeath-u.html' title='Talk you idiot, talk! Keep quiet=death u idiot! Stupid cz!! *bashes cz&apos;s head*'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-176526876494267501</id><published>2010-09-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:32:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dream :(</title><content type='html'>I could only remember certain portions of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby was crying and I was asking her what happened. After several rounds of asking and re-asking, she finally told me, "I just gave poopy away luh... and i'm very sad cos I miss him very much". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, I asked her why she wanted to do that. She replied in a soft voice that she thought poopy was the reason for my flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby... it's totally not the reason leh... :( I love poopy like my son also and I would never think my problems were ever his fault... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-176526876494267501?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/176526876494267501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=176526876494267501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/176526876494267501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/176526876494267501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/09/bad-dream.html' title='bad dream :('/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8691520028055675272</id><published>2010-07-13T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:00:57.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you are bigger than you think</title><content type='html'>1) I learn most of life's most impt lessons from u even though you're younger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You have your own stand and it is unwavering, decisive and confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I learnt the meaning of love from u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You show the attributes of being a mum who is even more motherly than most mums i see, even though you're not one yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You are strong willed and positive, even in the midst of negativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You can outtalk a lawyer, and think of something even a lawyer could'nt think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't even bother looking at other women not bcos I cant, but bcos I already have the most beautiful one (beauty = 10% looks 90% character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You can always give me strength just by talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) You are the most creative girl I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You can make me smile even if you don't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I experienced success in teaching piano from your advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I get along better with people from listening to your philosophy of life (to make a difference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Your ideas are clear and impactful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) You are so confident in yourself that you are sure the criticisms were a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) You can learn to tie a bun in so many ways!! (and better than the trainer at that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) You can master a piano piece that takes a piano student 3 weeks or more just to play acceptably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) You can tell wad I want to say just by looking at the shape of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) You can laugh so heartily and just rejoice in the happiness of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You can multitask even though u think you couldn't (fry egg, wash dish, serve guest, refill stuff, check in/out, smile etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) You can think super freaking fast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) You appreciate the small things people do for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) You treat people who treat u nice, doubly nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Your thinking is more matured than 2 people who can add up to &gt; 100 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) You see things in ways I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) You can have a thousand and one ways to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) You are the most humourous girl I ever know and will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) You are so good I want you forever n ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) You make me realise my strong pts and weak pts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) You are so sensitive and caring to pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) You are a believer of positivity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) You can handle and coordinate 5 people's work by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) You can get up so strongly so many times even after being shot down so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) You value other people's opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) You can still work even with a cramp that numbs your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) You can still stand up for yourself in the face of adversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Your english improved tremendously at the age where people just cannot learn another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) You can go one whole day without eating (but u better stop doing that arh seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Your words are very powerful and influential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) You think u are small when you really aren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) You are very thoughtful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) You have a holistic mindset, can think of many aspects at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) You are extremely observant even up to the smallest detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) You are brave and willing to fight for what is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) You are direct and yet unhurtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) You are not revengeful (purposely give others the taste of their own medicine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) You can be elegant, cute, sexy and funny at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) You are very clear of what you want to do when you do it (everything can be done in perfect sequence without the need for pacing here n there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) You can make yourself smile just to let me feel better even though u feel horrid inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) You know what to say and when to say things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) You are the world's best dancer (can even dance with london bridge is falling down, -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) You analyze things very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) You provide very good suggestions to solve or handle problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) You will go all the way just to convenience me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) You can remember all the things you see from my camera and identify which ones were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) You can always remember where I park my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Your concept of love is so revolutionary, it inspires me (Love is not about finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an inperfect person perfectly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) You are the best conversant i've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) You hold the longest MSN talk with me that can be hardly rivalled by anyone (no one is even remotely close to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) You have a very good fashion sense (know which colour best to match with which colour etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) You can know what i'm thinking just by looking at my expression! *gasp!* (how pro!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) You can appreciate music very well, even when your expertise lies in dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) You look cute even when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Heck, you look cute even when u're sian with the -.- expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) You are really super duper creative (I know I mentioned this pt already, but must mention again cos really very creative!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) You can be so concerned about me smtimes that my heart just melt and i feel like hugging you like a bolster like forever n ever until the end of time lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) I'm already feeling very hyped up and positive typing up to no. 66 of your positive and bigger-than-you-think traits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Your time management is excellent (brilliant estimate of time to wake up n go off for work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) You can calculate Ringgit to SGD SO FAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) You can distinguish tastes and appreciate food like a professional chef man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) You can remember how to pronounce a word properly just from 1 single reminder a few weeks back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) On the topic of "big", yours are really bigger than you think leh... like... u know... your... u know... heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) You have at least 71 "bigger-than-you-think" character descriptions!!! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) You are mindful of things that happen around you and take mental note of those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) You are extremely good at negotiating price! (the incident with the camera-less phone uncle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) You are super hot even w/o makeup on (like the colddddd.... and di de da HOTTT!! sssss!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) You got a 3-in-3 success rate for interviews, WAY TO GO!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) You can click-clock, click-clock in super high heels and walk fast even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) You have a very, VERY big heart. (one of the many, many reasons I really love you for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) You are an excellent story teller, so full of emotions and expressions..!! (love to listen to u tell me about ur work experience :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) You think that 80 no more liao ar? hven't lor..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) You are super PRO ... when it comes to making me feel good, oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) You are so big, that it's impossible that I would ever think of not wanting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) My life already revolves around you, but I still feel that it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) You change position in bed (while sleeping) more n more often until suddenly you wake up (heehee.. just an observation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) You rather freeze to death than die from heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) You are the most noble girl I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) Your skin is soft and smooth like doufu... woo yahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) I can kiss you like 20 times and still find it not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) Your fingers are really powerful! U give a super super good shoulder massage!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) You can still go work with totally numb toes... baby... haiyoh... really poor thing leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) You want me to stop working and sleep beside u by keep Sedi-A-ing.. silly ger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) I believe with you, I can achieve more than I can ever achieve. YEAHHHH!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) You really know how to appreciate cheese... 佩服...佩服!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) You know where the good food are!! (Marks &amp; Spencer, Kim Gary, Macwings, BK's Spicy Chicken...u're good leh baby...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) You can remember and understand all my RTs and T-Up issues even though they are so not-your-domain of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) You somehow know when I'm lost on the road even though u claim you don't know how to go... sixth sense?? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) Your eyes... are the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) Your soul... is the most perfect I've ever 体会-ded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Your mind... is the most nimble and creative I've ever 见识-ded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) You know you have more than just the 100 positive + "you-are-bigger-than-you-can-ever-think" traits... but u're still humble and think u don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8691520028055675272?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8691520028055675272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8691520028055675272' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8691520028055675272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8691520028055675272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-you-are-bigger-than-you-think.html' title='Why you are bigger than you think'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5861471223805798844</id><published>2010-06-30T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:09:00.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5861471223805798844?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5861471223805798844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5861471223805798844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5861471223805798844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5861471223805798844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-you-baby.html' title='I miss you baby...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2216101521780392535</id><published>2010-06-13T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:55:21.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get enough</title><content type='html'>... of your shux-a-totemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of your LAAA-laaa-LaaAa-LaaAaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of kissing u again n again n again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of holding uu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of looking into your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of thinking about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of crapping and joking with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of an-suaning u! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of holding your hands in mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of u sayanging me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of preparing breakfast with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of picking you up after work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of telling u that I love you... (and I really do!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of playing with poopy and xue-er with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of hearing you say "做么..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of u scolding me for washing clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of buying stuff with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of sitting close to u at every food restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of u skipping and 38-ing with me outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of putting milo and oreo into your bag... (maybe not the same snack everyday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of driving thru with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of acting miss swan with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of using computer together with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still very in love with nana darling... and still wanna be with u with the rest of my life..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna design our matrimonial house together with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u babyyyyyy..!!!&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/6391835902370485448-2216101521780392535?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2216101521780392535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2216101521780392535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2216101521780392535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2216101521780392535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-get-enough.html' title='can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-782748588004606825</id><published>2010-06-01T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:09:32.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even my boss is more concerned of my future than u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-782748588004606825?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/782748588004606825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=782748588004606825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/782748588004606825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/782748588004606825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/06/even-my-boss-is-more-concerned-of-my.html' title='even my boss is more concerned of my future than u'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3926587255596234555</id><published>2010-05-30T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:21:31.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wondering...</title><content type='html'>- Why baby's blog no comment box.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How come baby can be so cuteeeee!!! (esp when I hear baby say "做么")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How come we can come up with "大便王"..HAHA!! OMG! Sooooo fun luh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why I can't stop smiling when I see my darling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why I can't stop wanting to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How come I keep wanting to see you even when I'm meeting you every single day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How come I feel we're already married for a long time liaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering... wondering... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3926587255596234555?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3926587255596234555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3926587255596234555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3926587255596234555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3926587255596234555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-wondering.html' title='I was wondering...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2411831812459441059</id><published>2010-05-24T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:32:01.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>1. for making me smile constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. for being so cute (the hairclip! and your laugh no. 4, and your cutey voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. for laughing at my silliness (the 3d glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. for providing solutions for me when i need help (reward system for piano students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. for coming up with names (like hush bao bei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. for secretly buying ingredients to cook sandwich for me (sooo touched!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. for singing so sweetly b4 we sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. for liking the songs i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. for appreciating the way i sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. for being as siao gina as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. for being so cheeky (esp with hush bao bei!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. for accepting me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. for thinking i'm shuai when i wear long sleeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. for thinking i'm sporty when i wear singlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. for scolding me when i took 2 straws for the drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for saying that i'm 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. for being so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. for being so witty (think of something hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. for laughing out loud when i try to entertain you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. for sharing all your work life with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. for calling me baby in the sweetest manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. for trusting me with the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. for not making a big fuss when i lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. for being happy with me when i finally found it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. for secretly buying wallet for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. for getting mother's day present with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. for eating fillet and ice milo just bcos i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. for eating dumpling even though u're not a big fan of it and knowing i like it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. for being so excited when i bring u to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. for liking sweet popcorn as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. for understanding the reasons for me being late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. for hugging me from behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. for winking at me (like miss swan.. heh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. for your 4 major smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. for trying to protect my in-grown toenail from other pple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. for sayang-ing me while assuring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. for sayang-ing me after u piak me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. for hugging me so tight and making me feel like i'm the one u really really really treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. for laughing at me when I keep washing clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. for willing to get married and haf children with me even though u didnt want at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. for being so strong and insist u'll be fine by the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. for having beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. for supporting me with my decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. for trying to 杀价 for me to get a cheaper hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. for accomodating to my plans to study or work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. for wanting to know what is bothering me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. for reading me like a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. for letting me know what is bothering u after some probing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. for looking at me into my eyes when I talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. for wanting me to be yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. for thinking of saving money for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. for making eating at the coffeeshop as special as eating other places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. for recommending the chilli chicken, BK burger, mcwings and egg sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. for letting me hold your hand in the car and holding mine so dearly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. for buying cornflakes and milk for me even though u dont like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. for hitting me when I laugh at your silly entics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. for tickling me until i cannot take it, and still continue to tickle me when i thought u had stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. for being very very very understanding and accomodative to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. for loving my family just because they are my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. for the look u give me when we... play :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. for saying "whattttt..." or "什么..." when I look at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. for wearing my long sleeve shirt when i told u that u looked sexy in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. for the half smile half dun smile look when i say smth touching to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. for enjoying urself so much in bintan and focus on having a good time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. for msging me "kimchiii!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. for spaming sms-es when i miss u so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. for remembering everything i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. for arranging my collar when it's messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. for looking at me like i'm your white horse prince all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. for trying out the mayonaise and eggplant when i said it's nice even though u dun like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. for liking the eggs and salmon my mum cooked so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. for buying apples for me and reminding me to bring them to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. for your beautiful fingers and cute hand (with the very 细 hairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. for being so concerned when I sneeze (and turn the aircon up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. for being worried for me being too tired after RT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. for scolding me when i suggested going for 3 RTs in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. for having so much faith in my abilities &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. for trying to make up a story just so that u can bring mothers' day cake to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. for trusting me to go into ur house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. for naming xue'er and poopy with my surname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. for addressing me as papa in front of xue'er and poopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. for caring so much for me even when u're sick yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. for liking to cuddle and hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. for telling me all about your dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. for letting me massage your feet when i offer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. for kissing me good morning and good night (when we wake up and before we sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. for letting me kiss u non-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. for the encouragement you give me for my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. for sticking around even when u're feeling insecure yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. for wanting to be with me forever n ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. for being so proud of who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. for wanting to bring me to your cousin's wedding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. for listening to my explanations even when u're still angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. for throwing the pillow on the floor and shirt into the bin just because i say i'm affected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. for not expecting me to change (i also dun wan u to change, i just wan the original nana... if i've done or said anything that suggests otherwise, it's not intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. for saying the food i recommend is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. for being happy when i bring you to new places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. for not judging me like what others are doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. for completing me in ways i cant myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. for loving me also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, Nana Darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you till the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as thoughtful, if not more thoughtful than I am to you in the many many years of future we will share together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow old with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a more wants with you..more reasons to love you...I want a million reasons, a billion, a gizillion reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2411831812459441059?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2411831812459441059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2411831812459441059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2411831812459441059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2411831812459441059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5170056056827244067</id><published>2010-05-24T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:09:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>越说越烦</title><content type='html'>sorry baby, for saying the wrong things and not understanding u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now.. I won't talk about it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5170056056827244067?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5170056056827244067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5170056056827244067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5170056056827244067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5170056056827244067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='越说越烦'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6048041134325119993</id><published>2010-05-20T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:38:25.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>Words can never fully and accurately reflect the actual understanding, situations or feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time when no word can fully describe something that tears form, sleep diminishes and coughing starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-6048041134325119993?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6048041134325119993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6048041134325119993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6048041134325119993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6048041134325119993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2010/05/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1641131219976584190</id><published>2008-11-08T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:37:16.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a girl cry</title><content type='html'>&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first things first, it wasn't intentional. But then again, I was being naughty luh. She had a few bad habits that were quite funny, so just made fun of her. When she didn't react, I thought she didn't hear it and said it in a more "cruel" way. It was then that I heard sobbing sounds. Before that, she had already started to accumulate tears in her eyes. (yah, that was when I thought she couldn't hear... Oops..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood stunned there for a second as I looked at her. Her face cringed and tears flowed down her cheeks. My first words were "I'm sooo, soooo sorry... " (duh!) The consolation wasn't just verbal. Instinctively, I just went over to her and hugged her to assure her that it was sincere. We continued hugging while she sniffed and sobbed, as her tears slowly wet my shoulders. I didn't know what else to say except, "I'm really so sorry, I didn't mean it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out later she was undergoing a bad patch. Normally she can take such jokes de... hmm... Anyways, yups. Though she cried, we became closer after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! hmm... must be wondering what I'm laughing about right? ASK ME... heh..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1641131219976584190?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1641131219976584190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1641131219976584190' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1641131219976584190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1641131219976584190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-made-girl-cry.html' title='I made a girl cry'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1678332972011256791</id><published>2008-10-15T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:11:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convincing 50,000 people to part with $20</title><content type='html'>It starts here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's worth $20 to obtain knowledge you might not ever get in your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you will go all out to solve your acne problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think investing less than 3% (that's 2 times less than GST!) of a typical part time job month pay can make u 300% healthier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then think no more! Click on the following link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.productsupplycenter.com/web102279"&gt;http://www.productsupplycenter.com/web102279&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I get $ from sales of this product luh! But hor, seriously, I am going to try it myself when I get the time to read this 102 page e-book! Talking about value for $! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough marketing for now. More marketing gimmicks to follow! Watch this space! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1678332972011256791?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1678332972011256791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1678332972011256791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1678332972011256791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1678332972011256791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/10/convincing-50000-people-to-part-with-20.html' title='Convincing 50,000 people to part with $20'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8543779558544245928</id><published>2008-10-09T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:26:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I choose to believe...</title><content type='html'>Rewind the clock and go back to the 2nd week of August. My aunt kinda signed me up for some 算命 session at TPY Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "master" told me my 8 Characters are one of the worst he has seen. GOsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A high propensity for liver/blood diseases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Doomed to fail in business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Doomed to be divorced with my wife and cause her to go mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only remedies I can do for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Detox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Avoid being entrepreneurial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Marry a divorced lady, preferably with kids. Kinda don't really understand the logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, his analysis of my "standard characteristics" are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Super Duper Stubborn&lt;/span&gt;. Always insistent on my own way of doing things. One result of which is I will have problems at work, especially with my collegues and superiors. Another repercussion is that although I might be able to get along okay with my gf, she'll suffer when she weds me cos I'm supposed to be so stubborn she'll go mad.. -.-. Ok, then he said I will definitely listen his words, one ear in, the other ear out. Who's the stubborn one here now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never studies and will just go along with life with average grades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. At this point, let me elaborate first by saying he had an assistant who sat in during the "session". I didn't say anything much while the "master" was talking, just silently nodding away while he was in a sort of finger pointing, accusing tone of my character. After that session, the assistant brought us (my aunt, mum and myself) to another room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I highlighted that the master might not be accurate cos although my results were mediocre till JC, I definitely think that my first class honours was not a fluke. Guess what the assistant said to me when I told him I did pretty well in Uni. "Oh, the master said that actually if u put in effort, you'll do very well!"&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CRAP LORH! I took down all of what the master said and he said nothing of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, when he was recommending packages for me to "reborn" my 8 characters, which was like 12k! he couldn't even maintain eye contact with us! He was becoming more n more like a liar. Not only was he lousy at crapping, he was lousy as a salesman! Not that I'm advocating lying without battling an eyelid but... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seconds thoughts about the whole affair even before I entered his office. That place was huge! Decorated with lavish decors and rich lighting, fully air-conditioned and carpeted office space. The whole place was bigger than the whole row of my sch classrooms back in secondary school. It seemed that sales was the primary driving force for that "company", instead of consultations. No matter, it was more like a business than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to learn anything from this, it would be to try to prevent these disasters from happening. Believe it or not, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8543779558544245928?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8543779558544245928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8543779558544245928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8543779558544245928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8543779558544245928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/10/should-i-choose-to-believe.html' title='Should I choose to believe...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5058360976515348884</id><published>2008-10-09T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:18:08.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the humble honey bee</title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason. The HoneyBee Effect. 因祸得福. There are just so many titles I can put for this particular entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bees are known to die immediately after stinging someone or something, in the case of normal "working class" bees that is, from what I know. For weeks, I have discovered dead bees lying around the house during my weekly floor sweeping session on Sundays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How and why the bees even bother to fly all the way to the 19th storey, and to die at the corner of the room for that matter, have been much of a mystery. Conspiracy theories include "Bee hives on the roof" and "Queen Bee scented Fan Blade". These seem the most logical of explanations for the dead bees that are often found in segments or with broken wings. Death by high-speed fan blades. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the "revenge". Apparently the scout bees were "killed in action" by the death blades of the fan; the colony must have sent a commando bee for the latest mission. I call it "Guerilla Kamakaze".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already on long term medication, "Cetirizine" for my drug allergy with could last for up to another 2 years! To put it simply, the medication is an antihistamine used to minimise inflammation (hives, or rashes to the layman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was just like any other nights when I went to sleep after a bout of MSN and a nice, warm shower. As I slid into my blanket thinking of what dreams I could dream of, I felt a sharp acute pain on the underside of my right thigh where my hamstring is. My instant reflex was to jump up, turn on the lights and find the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, lying at the position where my thigh used to be on the mattress, was the commando bee which had sacrificed itself. After hastily checking the bee if it was still alive and its butt for the sting, I took the nail-clipper to check for the sting dislodged on my thigh. I COULDN'T FIND IT! The wound was of a small but prominent red hue. Admist all the chaos of finding the sting and cleaning my wound, it has grown to the size of an average mosquito bite. Applying alcohol and calamine lotion was the only and next best thing to do at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, the insect bite has grown to the size of my palm. The muscles around the area was stiff and it was slightly painful and relatively itchy. And I am experiencing this despite my daily dose of antihistamines; wondered how my body will react if I weren't on such medication. A case of my drug allergy trumping the sting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my colleague was rather worried for me because she had a friend who apparently died from an innocent ant bite!  The next morning, I took to the doc and was given an injection of a rather heavy dose of antihistamines, 20ml if I weren't wrong. The swell didn't go down immediately, and it took 2 days of 30mg of Prednisolone for the bee sting to subside. The itch didn't, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to have a thorough cleansing of my blood hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5058360976515348884?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5058360976515348884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5058360976515348884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5058360976515348884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5058360976515348884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/10/revenge-of-humble-honey-bee.html' title='Revenge of the humble honey bee'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5612928052224523591</id><published>2008-07-23T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:06:22.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 9 &lt;/span&gt;(after the 1st sign of hives was detected): Saw another doc from polyclinic. Must say he's totally useless. Didnt bother to really find out what could be the cause of my allergy. I tried not scratching for the entire day. It was unbearable. During the interview/test session at mfa i was literally having cold turkey treatment. No meds, toilet breaks only after each individual test, stress of handling the test. Wrong answers minus marks! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my point being, the itch was super unbearable. But I guess the redness on my neck and hands just appeared and grew by themselves, probably from the friction when I move in my long sleeved shirt. Hives. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the medicine that was prescribed for me was hardly potent. Cetirizine Dihydrochloride 10mg, Take 1 a day; and hydrocortisone 1% cream. I felt that after so long that my hives are still around, I should've been given epinephrine shots already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night set in, my itch began to intensify again. On top of that, my throat seemed to be constricted because I started to feel pain whenever I swallow. Bad day, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt;: I knew I was in no condition to go for band. I awoke from a call on my mobile. It was from shell, smth about a full day assessment centre event and a corresponding briefing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the pain from swallowing was gone; but my shoulder and hand pains are back. Dunno if it's muscle or bone kind of pain and ache, just felt "ee! woo! ahh... aiyoh...crap!" It was like seas of needles and pinchers flowing thru my veins along my hands and at my shoulder region. The nodes of the pain and aches seemed to be at my wrists and the joint linking my arm and shoulder blade. Nodes meaning there is a continuous pain/ache feeling while the pain/ache feeling along the path to the shoulder is sort of a throbbing on/off kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I dunno if it's a cold day or wad, I felt dam cold, throughout the day. At 3pm i felt it was a little too much and i settled into bed and only just woke up at 6 plus. The pain/ache is still there, though slightly lesser. Somehow my ankle and shin are kinda feeling that same achy-ness. Feel terrible. Topping it up like fire to a pile of shit is the itch behind my ears and upper back, and ankle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are these gonna go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5612928052224523591?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5612928052224523591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5612928052224523591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5612928052224523591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5612928052224523591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-goes-on.html' title='it goes on'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-497906133826259112</id><published>2008-07-20T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:41:42.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an omen it was</title><content type='html'>Call it pessimmism or self-fulfilling a "prophecy", this entry could serve as the only means to find out what was actually wrong with me should anything weird happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na said the coma dream could be an omen. How right it was. Just on the night of Monday itself, the scalp was feeling unusually itchy. The following day, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (15 Jul): A few small itchy bite marks spotted on both elbows. A few videos and   3 hours later, the rash broke out into a full blown hive. Affected areas include the throat, arms and... hmm... other areas &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, it was appearing that it's either I go to the doc or be entirely consumed by rashes. Doctor suspects allergic reaction to my acne meds, minocycline. Xyzal and Prednisolone were prescribed. At that time, prolonged fatigue had set in. In the next few days, I would sleep for an average of 12-14 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (18 Jul): I had decided agnst going for band on wed due to obvious scratchy reasons. On this day, something new occurred. A constriction and tightness at my chest area and a pain in my throat esp during swallowing. A localised inflammation of the respiratory / digestive tract is suspected. Previously, I thought that something was dislodged in my gullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (19 Jul): Morning was a fresh start for me. The itch was minimised and the pain in the throat seemed to have subsided. That moment was to be short-lived. Following sectionals and band prac in the afternoon, a sort of muscle-splitting pain was sensed on the shoulder area. Dinner was hardly enjoyable for the swallowing part was painful. Still, talking to friends had an effect of diversion from the itchiness, pain and sore-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (20 Jul): Tuition with my 2 kids has never been this 辛苦; both my arms are now experiencing that muscle-splitting pain, esp at the joints. The itch was now of secondary concern. Panadol Extra was no match for the aches in my arms. Probably preparing for anymore weird symptoms that may appear after this, I thought I had to pen all these down, just in case it might come in useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be consulting medical help from the skin centre on Monday for a likely allergic reaction from minocycline. So far, I've displayed many of the symptoms of such a reaction. Hopefully by stopping the meds, the side effects will subside... FAST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr... it's been a disturbing week for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-497906133826259112?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/497906133826259112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=497906133826259112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/497906133826259112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/497906133826259112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/07/omen-it-was.html' title='an omen it was'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1225757348617599314</id><published>2008-07-15T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:40:28.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new...</title><content type='html'>and so i had this dream, that i was having amnesia. I forgot the bulk of the story but the highlight was, I got my first kiss in my dreams... how sad was that -.- .  Apparently I was more popular in my dreams. I remembered being comatose in my dream, and could only realise what was going on around me but couldnt respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this girl who seemed to have a thing for me for some time already. She wanted very much for me to wake up and I could sense her anguish of not being able to see me awake or something liddat. Then, I think there's a certain storyline following that, but the next thing I knew, she planted a kiss on mi lips! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm leaving out the details cos really getting sianz typing liao. just wanted to leave a record of this dream somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, time for ktv!!!! yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1225757348617599314?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1225757348617599314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1225757348617599314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1225757348617599314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1225757348617599314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-new.html' title='something new...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2461349645046145064</id><published>2008-07-15T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:32:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm finally able to dream again</title><content type='html'>yea. the title says it all. no matter how many hours i sleep, no matter how well i thought i slept, i just couldnt go back to my routine dreamy state where i'll have interestin dreams here n there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i only have dreams when my life gets boring again, when my brain would concot some weird dream to make my otherwise boring life interesting. During the time when I had stopped dreaming (or just arent able to recall them), a few events had happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks in order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got my first class honours!!! WOOTS! hmm... though it was quite dampened bcos I kinda thought "oh i finally am approaching her status and beginning to 配得上她". Somehow, I instinctively knew it was not to be. Before I can be happy for long, i found out it was impossible for us to be together, and I heard it from her directly. hAi, at that moment of time, wanted to just dig a hole down thru the core to the other side of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only consolation was that at least I hadnt put in too much yet. What still puzzles me now was, why I received those mixed signals in the past. Was I thinking too much in the past? I can safely say that I really do not understand women. Totally dunno what they're thinking and what their actions mean. Women are total enigmas. Hasty generalisation? Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I went back to NTU, Chung Cheng and Saints Alumni band to play. Had to say i felt super old in all the bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Cheng alumni, felt super outta place. The only solace was the singing of school song part during the concert. The key arh, really should be set lower. Girls sing just nice. Guys, oh my. Not in the range of most guys. Literally shouting all the way. But it was fun! hah! Reminded me of singing 一样的月光. Just Whack! haha! So, other than that, still got fm's lame jokes just b4 the concert. Din know he was so lame haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU. Thought if i joined back, can have fun interacting w/ the section. Hmm, seemed more quiet than i thought it'd be. And j, hm and lh left!!! Ok luh, not like i know lh well anyway, but it's one more fun person leaving. And it seems pple are pairing up in the band, and getting attached out of it for that matter. Love season this year following the great breakup season of 2007. Anyway, it's great to be joining the supper gang for dinners and suppers again. 好怀念喔! Oh, and then there's the chalet, where weiliang hit the soccerball against my car. Accidentally? hmm. The usual bbq, mahjong session, drinking session... Oh! And an incident that happened on the bed that was photographed by me HAH! Other than that, nothing much to hoohaa about also. Maybe gettin anti-social again, didnt take part in any of the activities actively. Just walking around and poking my head in now n then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Saints alumni! Got a disappointing Silver for the competition. My 2nd Silver in 3 years. Quite demoralising. And i dropped the clarinet after the comp! *Gasp* Luckily no notable injuries to xiaohei (the clarinet). Should be no internal injuries also bah, cos still can play &gt;&lt;. So anyhow, i enjoyed playing more for Saints Alumni gradually, compared to ntu. From the many sectionals, the section seemed to be closer n closer, and more fun. Quite sad that we had to like say our goodbyes and probably wont see each other again till the end of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Finding jobs. Oh craps. Where do i start. My present dilema was which line to go into and whether I should wait for the banks or SIA or Shell or Exxonmobil to get back to me, or just accept the offer...or.. hmm... even talking about it seems to sianz. 算了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) DC's stock thingey. Supposedly heading the group studying "candlestick". Ok shall leave this for other days also. Getting bored typin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2461349645046145064?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2461349645046145064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2461349645046145064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2461349645046145064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2461349645046145064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='i&apos;m finally able to dream again'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2783762271748228178</id><published>2008-07-15T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:46:36.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back hah!</title><content type='html'>finally in the mood to have new entries in my blog again. so many things have happened that I wanted to include inside here but just lazy or dont feel like typin it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2783762271748228178?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2783762271748228178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2783762271748228178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2783762271748228178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2783762271748228178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-hah.html' title='i&apos;m back hah!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8080192137268529698</id><published>2008-05-08T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:24:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The deep fried finger food anomaly</title><content type='html'>There's a law in economics that go something like "Above a certain quantity, the utility gained from it starts to decrease" 2 more examples to back this theory. Mahjong and fried food platter (FFP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the long awaited mahjong session was just after fyp presentation, the great presentation of May the 6th. The day where my 排泄物 was literally mixed vigourously with adreneline. Okie, that aside. The first round was mahjong was good. Had my fair share of wins and near wins. Second round I was warming up and beginning to be really bubbly (probably because I bathed and renewed my vigor).3rd round I was practically the noisiest player; singing, laughing, cheering, spouting nonsense, you name it. I was so high I celebrated as if i had scored a goal every time I get a flower (花), even if it's not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point was; towards the end of round 3, the environmental effects slowly set in. Perhaps due to the tiredness from all the noise, or from one whole semester of exhaustion that just suddenly accumulating at that time, not to say it was already 3,4am at that time. I was starting to feel cold, hungry, tired and full of 屁, literally. Admist all these "comforts", we went into the 4th round. I was quite sure I said this after we ended the 4th round. "ANOTHER ROUND? Are you crazy? I feel like killing myself already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up the mahjong episode, when too much of something really cant be any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried finger food incidents were pretty much similar. Only had myself to blame really. On both occasions I suggested eating them. Again, lets go back to the afternoon of May the 6th after my fyp presentation. dorothy+ben+me met up in PS to eat. Ended in cafe cartel, since I'm the only one who really had a stand in what I wanted to eat. BAD CHOICE! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the 3 of us, ordered a platter for 5 persons. Apparently some smart alec (yours truly) said "ay it's quite worth it leh! we split this platter into 3, only around $15. 5 people's share leh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same theory of utility. Too much of something is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd have thought we'd learnt our lesson by then. But no! The same smart alec (if you hadnt caught it already, it was me) suggested going to settler's cafe the next day following the mahjong session. It was an abrupt decision. Initial plan was vivocity but on the way there I thought, "Hey, we're reaching clarke quay, and settler's is at clarke quay; student's price, games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggested. And as usual there were no objections. Wrong choice again! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-6pm plan was okie. The usual student's plan with a main course and games. We had too much fun, wanted to extend. Wednesday was the day for free flow of deep fried finger food from 6-10pm for $12.90. Sounded like a very gd deal and we jumped straight at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 entrees of a mix of sotong balls, nuggets, fries and onion rings, we ordered 2 servings of each. Plus 5 chicken wings. I think it's due to them taking too long to cook or just lagging behind our continuous orders. Suddenly, a MOUNTAIN of finger foods was placed on our table! It was terrible! Most of us were quite full already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine eating fried food for at least the next few days. Oh, and the story's not over yet! In the middle of trying to clear this chunk of finger food, the staff there suddenly placed a basket of 25 chicken wings in front of us!!!!!! I bet if there was a camera to take down our pictures at that time, others would think that we saw ghosts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to explain ourselves out of that situation. Partially their fault and I gotta admit, a significant portion of the confrontation was from the desperate attempt to avoid eating anymore. The staff was like apologising from the misunderstanding. And when we thought all was over. He rushed over and told us excitedly, "I have good news! Your 5 chicken wings are done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG lor! We immediately said, "It's 10, we already want to go home. Can you cancel that order and give us the bill?" (oh by the way, there's a penalty of $5 for every 100g of wastage) I think maybe the staff was thinking we waited for a long time and we just dont want to eat it already. Anyways, to us it definitely wasnt good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saga of the finger food had ended, but I think i'll be fearful of eating fried finger foods for sometime. We walked out of settler's with probably a large amount of oil already depositing in our hair follicles, face and internal organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a day to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8080192137268529698?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8080192137268529698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8080192137268529698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8080192137268529698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8080192137268529698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/05/deep-fried-finger-food-anomaly.html' title='The deep fried finger food anomaly'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2799517384211723075</id><published>2008-04-29T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:40:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing good ever happens after 2am</title><content type='html'>well, other than the occasional champions league matches where liverpool completely owns the opposition, nothing good ever happens after 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should sleep before 2am. for starters, skin renewal period is 10pm-2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i dont have a very convincing argument here, considering that I dont have  any really bad experiences to back it up. but hey, though nothing bad happens, nothing good happens too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyway i'm too sians to continue writing anything else now, so it'll end here. for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2799517384211723075?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2799517384211723075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2799517384211723075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2799517384211723075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2799517384211723075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-good-ever-happens-after-2am.html' title='nothing good ever happens after 2am'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2699026887906203457</id><published>2008-04-28T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:33:06.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the detergent that smells like fart</title><content type='html'>other than the usual water sound that i hear from the kitchen, I get totally "mesmerised" by the rafflesia smell emanating from the wash basin. To think that detergent was supposed to smell good, or at least not bad. Mum's theory was that it had dropped into the basin full of stale water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, sometimes it smells worse than rubbish. farts can actually win in a "smell good" contest if the detergent were to take part. any the detergent has a name. it's called 臭臭. wonder how 臭臭 show his face in front of his other detergent frens. they must be labelling him a loser. A detergent that smells. It's almost like superman on krypton, or a plant that produces carbon monoxide. Still, in the light of not wasting it all by throwing it away, it still has the cleaning dishes ability, only with the added disadvantage of smelling bad, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could swear that in several occasions, my brother could tell that mum was washing dishes, in his room. which really is quite the distance for any smell to travel to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, 臭臭 dying soon. Not that I'll be feeling sad or anything. In fact I was hoping that 臭臭 never returns. It had been such an unforgettable smell that I sometimes imagine the smell in the middle of the night, even though no one was doing the dishes. I'll go "hey, did you fart?", and ask everyone around if they did. In actual fact, it must have been quite the "hallucination", smell-wise. Then, there could also be a possibility that a smelly spirit is lingering around. (no offence to any spirits out there) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to anticipate the sweet lemon fragrance that was supposed to be present during the washing of dishes. And I'm most certainly in the most bored of moods to even write so much about a bottle of detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but there's one very obvious advantage to owning a smelly detergent like mine. There's always a time slot to let go of all my day's accumulated gases and push the blame on 臭臭.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2699026887906203457?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2699026887906203457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2699026887906203457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2699026887906203457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2699026887906203457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/detergent-that-smells-like-fart.html' title='the detergent that smells like fart'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3279530895958254254</id><published>2008-04-21T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:55:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreams just get weirder n weirder</title><content type='html'>i was peeing, and it seemed like it was never ending; probably a contender for the Guinness World Records. A scratchy sound came from behind me. I turned around. There was a girl bathing behind me! &gt;.&lt; Oh, btw if anyone's wondering, the scratchy sound came from pulling the shower curtains aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "aiyoh wth". Quickly positioned myself so that she couldn't see me. And it had to happen when I was breaking the World Record for the "Longest Pee in modern history". Obviously I couldnt stop, cos it was really 滔滔不绝. (to make it clear first, I did NOT wet my bed okie, thankfully &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not all! After what seemed like ages, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened without warning! OMG! Another girl wanted to come in! I thought to myself "I went to wrong toilet isit -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I readjusted myself to attempt to protect whatever leftover privacy I had. Hey, and that girl didnt even say "I'm sorry". She just closed the door back nonchalantly and walked off, and yes. The girl behind me was still showering -.-.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to see any flesh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and the first thing I did was to check if the unfortunate thing had happened. haha. i didnt wet my bed lah. how old liao you think still will wet meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow I do look forward to what else my imagination can produce during REM period of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3279530895958254254?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3279530895958254254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3279530895958254254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3279530895958254254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3279530895958254254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-just-get-weirder-n-weirder.html' title='the dreams just get weirder n weirder'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-7750026908975490655</id><published>2008-04-17T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:15:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december the 25th</title><content type='html'>every year at one of the poles, the sunrise and sunset follows a path lower and lower in the sky until one day, on december the 22nd. There, it neither goes any lower or higher. And on december the 25th, 3 days after the winter solstice, the sun goes higher up again, signalling the arrival of spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-7750026908975490655?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/7750026908975490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=7750026908975490655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7750026908975490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7750026908975490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/december-25th.html' title='december the 25th'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1935592162896291636</id><published>2008-04-15T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:19:30.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all but a dream</title><content type='html'>i was in a ghost hotel. not so much a haunted hotel for which no one will visit. More for a place where people go to the hotel not just for the accommodation, but also to have the thrill of guess what, catching ghosts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we go about catching ghosts is still a blur. All i remembered was that they end up in this KFC box; those where they'll put in 3 pcs chicken kind of box, only with a lid. And there I was holding a box full of ghosts, where they would periodically try to hit their way out of it. Didn't know why I even bothered catching them anyway, dunno where to put also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, being so realistic even in my dreams, I went about finding sticky tape. Roll by roll I wrapped the clear sticky tape around the box, while the ghosts were still constantly trying to push their way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my dream I can deduce something, that ghosts have mass even though they are compressible (if they didnt how would a dozen of them fit into the small kfc box). Also, they obey Newton's 1st law of motion, and does not adhere to quantum physics. (since they cant simply appear out of the box by going through it). They are also very efficient energy transfer mechanisms because the energy used to get out of the box is used entire to convert to mechanical energy. No other forms of energy such as heat, light and sound are produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I think it was due to the flimziness of the box, that they eventually got out anyway. I remembered jumping straight through the middle of the stairway to reach the lobby. I should have free fall for at least a few storeys. And then there was chaos and running, and more chaos and blah blah. The usual nightmarish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes at around 7 plus when my mum was walking around in the room. When I closed them again, it was the starting of yet another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was in this band competition. NTU band actually, though most of them were unfamiliar faces. I didn't remember going on the stage though. Seemed like I was only involved in the logistics side of moving the instruments. I think this place has to be just beside that haunted hotel. Cos I seem to be lying in some hotel after this  abrupt scene. My mind seemed to link stuff very well. I saw my mum in the room in one moment (in reality), and the next, I was lying with my eyes open in a hotel room. Well, that was after I momentarily saw that scene for the band competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened. Suddenly a very old friend of mine appeared just beside me. She was quite a close friend I had in sec sch. Must say she would have been close enough for me not to jump out of bed upon discovering her presence. She just started talking to me. And at that moment I felt tired (in my dream...how queer) and closed my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) So anyway, the next day I woke up to find myself in that venue for the competition again. And I was walking around to pack up and bring instruments into the lorry. There, I saw her again. Found out she was the brother of a friend I had in army. ??? . Anyway, there was this interesting water cooler. It was flat and built on a window pane. The button was on it itself. OH! it looked just like a handphone with only one button. and water just miraculously appeared from its thin interior when i pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just about it. The recollection of dreams that didnt really make sense. My laptop do exude characteristics of queerness though. The screen saver can just come out; and even after banging the things around it, the screen saver wouldnt stop (duh, cos it'll only stop if i touch the keyboard of move the mouse). But listen up, it will suddenly just stop when I wasnt doing anything. It was especially so last night when i was studying on the sofa. The laptop was just beside the television which was switched off already. One minute I was mesmerised by the space screen saver, and the next, it stopped for no apparent reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the laptop has got to do with anything, but ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1935592162896291636?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1935592162896291636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1935592162896291636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1935592162896291636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1935592162896291636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-but-dream.html' title='it&apos;s all but a dream'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5442283160891518651</id><published>2008-04-05T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:31:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amongst everything, irony.</title><content type='html'>How ironic that I'm posting regular entries when I'm at my busiest. Thing is I'm going crazy. Going mad from dealing so many things on my own. Going mad from how little assistance i've received when i so dearly need it. Going mad from constantly thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted, i did receive help when i need it sometimes. And i'm truly grateful for it. Thank you to mong and sam for the psych books and materials... thanks to miel for helping me to proof-read the initial part of my report. Thanks to ed for lending me his web software. thank you kk for helping me out with frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disapointed with how I aasked you to help me when you're the least busy; disapointed with how you totally ignored my advice; disappointed with how you can forget to help and continue to ignore me thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm. you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5442283160891518651?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5442283160891518651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5442283160891518651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5442283160891518651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5442283160891518651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/amongst-everything-irony.html' title='amongst everything, irony.'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5516467787650043260</id><published>2008-04-04T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:53:24.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh good grief...</title><content type='html'>i dont need you. i dont need pple to validate me by replying. and certainly dont need reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to take in nourishment, expel waste and inhale enough oxygen to keep myself from dying. anything else is optional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5516467787650043260?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5516467787650043260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5516467787650043260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5516467787650043260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5516467787650043260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-good-grief.html' title='oh good grief...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3332840743634943092</id><published>2008-04-03T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:36:47.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist of things to do after exams</title><content type='html'>1) Get a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Go out like no one's business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Play mahjong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sing kbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Play tb tennis/badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a nice tan + exercise while swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Run.. oh boy... i hate running... but i gotta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Eat more... perhaps healthier choice of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) OH! rejoin band! woot! i miss band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go blading... buy the blades ... never use... grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Get a new name... not new actually, but to include the name my parents gave me but never put in my I/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Catch up with friends. boy have i neglected my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Learn canto. how can a canto not know canto... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Learn korean + german... cos ... i just wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Open a singles album (entitled: 考试后)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to look forward to. But for now, 加油!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always nice to know there are people who are behind me all the way! yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3332840743634943092?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3332840743634943092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3332840743634943092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3332840743634943092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3332840743634943092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/checklist-of-things-to-do-after-exams.html' title='checklist of things to do after exams'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-52877761433247364</id><published>2008-04-03T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:17:44.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you had 1 super power, what would it be</title><content type='html'>rapid spontaneous cellular regeneration, or in other words, a cleric. hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advantages of RSCR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) immortality! well since the cells dont die i dont age. and... how good is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) sometimes when i'm lazy to walk i can just jump downstairs to buy tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i can pull out mi hair when i'm stressed and not worry tt they wont grow back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) it means i can theoretically not eat, drink or breathe in oxygen, or expel waste. save me all the trouble of eating things i dont like, and breathe in my own da bian molecules when i shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) there's a chance my blood could save lives and reserrect the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disadvantages of RSCR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) researchers might wanna do mean experiments on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) wont be able to change how i look since it'll always grow back the same. kinda like a fashion disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) theoretically, i should develop cancer, too many live cells. or maybe it'll be taken care of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. and everyone's busy. and this is one of the things i think about when i'm bored.&lt;div 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be'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8116096708107019242</id><published>2008-04-03T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:11:17.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why huh?</title><content type='html'>whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ar... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..... weird ley... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... seriously... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...but.. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....you.... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... and... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... why.why..why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8116096708107019242?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8116096708107019242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8116096708107019242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8116096708107019242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8116096708107019242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-huh.html' title='why huh?'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5328943633876659961</id><published>2008-03-22T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:11:43.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to pick myself up</title><content type='html'>i want to suck all the positive energy from everywhere. if only i had this ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, how when i'm all stressed and crabby, everyone else is also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i've been neglecting too many pple, more so to those who have been nice to me in the past while i have forgotten them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of this post doesnt seem to fit into this content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna but i wont; i couldnt but i could; i cannot but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i thank and i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5328943633876659961?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5328943633876659961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5328943633876659961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5328943633876659961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5328943633876659961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-to-pick-myself-up.html' title='i need to pick myself up'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-2356977677328685815</id><published>2008-03-20T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:29:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lazy...</title><content type='html'>sometimes it's so ma fan to log in; i might wan to enter a post but end up procrastinating cos it's too mafan. and typing's ma fan also, y cant i just plug in a USB from mi brain n transfer the video file i wan to input into mi blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gadgets... making pple more n more lazy.. making me more n more lazy... making me want more n more... making me more n more disappointed... it's a vicious cycle... spontaneous destruction is imminent hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-2356977677328685815?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/2356977677328685815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=2356977677328685815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2356977677328685815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/2356977677328685815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-lazy.html' title='i&apos;m lazy...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-7662911491463499185</id><published>2008-02-27T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:11:05.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes... it really doesnt rain but pours..</title><content type='html'>kinda exaggerating to use this idiom also.. but wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with any stocks or random distribution curve, there is always an up trend and a down trend, seems like it's the time when i'm feeling low again... you can call it "quarter-life crisis", "mood swing"... btm line is, it's kinda sian luh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even know how pple are going to console me about. i can even say out words of consolation to make miself feel better, but nothing beats talking about it and relieving the emotional burden. in this case i thought even a simple sms or a pat on the shoulder to show that you care, guess that'll do. i mean not to say i'm needy or what luh... just thought it'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to laugh abt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i'm a guy and she's a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shel: yea...but not of the same species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm just trying to be a nice fren"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shel: oh of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i'm not saying if a deeper r/ship is going to develop i'm not going to participate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we'd have smart and good looking kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shel: (pause) ... "yea...not to mention, imaginary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-7662911491463499185?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/7662911491463499185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=7662911491463499185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7662911491463499185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7662911491463499185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-it-really-doesnt-rain-but.html' title='sometimes... it really doesnt rain but pours..'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3903524883402451208</id><published>2008-02-25T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:15:04.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasy. is it real?</title><content type='html'>just saw the movie "the jacket"... intruiging really...it's about how a man survived a bullet shot to the head... and is wrongly accused of killing a policeman. dunno can consider lucky or not, his trauma in the war labelled him as mentally ill, and during his time there, he was given experimental drugs and locked in this compartment. so anyway the point was his mind (and his body) just appears inthe future when he finds out he's about to die in 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy. in the movie, the male lead was diagnosed to have lost it. I hope I do not myself. Cos i'm really having a lot of dreams nowadays that are so vivid... and seem so real... it's affecting me in a way...maybe it's an overdosage of movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been having flashbacks now n then...those you see in movies... where the protagonist will suddenly see a scene (supposedly of the future), and a very short one at that. dunno if it's my mind playing tricks on me or my mind's going on overdrive... these flashbacks... they sort of play a probable scenario of what might happen to me next. like how i might spill my drink.. like how i'll embarass myself by doing a certain thing... like how i meet with disaster... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of them did happen though. but some pro-psychic person would say "oh... you saw the probable future and avoided it" while the critics would "oh com'on... anyone could think of that... it's just pure imagination on your part"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dwelling into fantasy, i recall this dream i had. I did not believe in ghosts in my dream, and so i drove, alone, to this deserted place. there was only this narrow road leading to a house, not the classic spooky brownish black eerie house with the backlight of lightning and an old elm tree with no leaves. the house resembles one of those bungalow houses, only with a weird mix of the American olden days of cowboys (bright yellow wood) and... the quiet dark alleys of London (those scenes from "nightmare at elm street". It was not badly lit, but not that dark either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i entered the house, there werent alot of cobwebs. it wasnt even overly dusty, as if someone periodically cleans it (maybe like once a month kinda thing..not dusty but not squeeky clean either). and so... my mind was like thinking... "ahh... haunted house... what crap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just at that instant... right in front of my eyes, i saw a blackish image, with the back facing me...walking away in front of me. it was just a dull yellow wall in front of me. I stood dumbfounded as that figure walked straight through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was to turn around and try to run away. As I turned, so did the house. How? you'd ask. my normal 3D vision suddenly become blurry. the surroundings seem to be spinning, as if under a very bad overdose of photoshop.the door which is now in front of me, appeared further and further and became smaller and smaller , shrinking into a "vanishing pt". I tried to run towards the door. the adreneline pumping, my heart beating ever so fast; when i reached the door there was a downward flight of stairs into a region of darkness. i darted down that flight of stairs... and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that instant i felt like i really needed to go to the toilet. i looked at the clock on the wall. it reads 9.30. as fast as i woke up to reality, i drifted back to sleep again. the dream that followed was a familiar scene, a place i used to keep dreaming of, for which the people are strange, and where weird things happen to me, more of that next time. anyway, when i finally woke up again, it was 10 plus-ish...and my feeling to go to the toilet was greatly diminished!!! i thought to myself "oh shit... please dont let me wet my bed!" I touched the bed frantically, and heaved a sigh of relief when it was all dry and odourless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside to do fyp...and it was a full 1 hour later that i remembered that i should be unloading my pee. apparently my bladder likes playing tricks on myself also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3903524883402451208?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3903524883402451208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3903524883402451208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3903524883402451208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3903524883402451208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/02/fantasy-is-it-real.html' title='fantasy. is it real?'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8024661240454295916</id><published>2008-02-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:21:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm more than I think I am</title><content type='html'>i really think i do... haha... REALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be better... and irresistible... soon... HAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自 high -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8024661240454295916?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8024661240454295916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8024661240454295916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8024661240454295916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8024661240454295916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-more-than-i-think-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m more than I think I am'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5417284463787274088</id><published>2008-02-14T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:04:09.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5417284463787274088?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5417284463787274088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5417284463787274088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5417284463787274088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5417284463787274088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/02/vday-blues.html' title='vday blues'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5947343852093753498</id><published>2008-02-14T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:47:29.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn stinks</title><content type='html'>so many misunderstandings haf resulted from misinterpreting the messages typed in MSN... so many people in busy mode just to avoid talking to certain pple (which also includes myself smtimes)... so many pple i dont wish to exist in my contact list...  and how the pauses in between msges can mean so many things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if reading another person's mind is an art, how about truly expressing one's emotions and tone in MSN? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does he mean by that... is it sarcasm? is it just bcos of his/her limited vocab... are we wired to understand connotations in the same wavelength? could the difference in full stop and 3 dots be connotatively different? why does she type lol when she's sitting calmly on her bed with the laptop in front of her, hardly even moving any facial muscle? how is it pple usually assume the negative meaning of a certain phrase when it could just all be innocent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language has helped us communicate better with each other... but it has also pushed us further away. what we believe in can totally change the meaning of an identical sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5947343852093753498?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5947343852093753498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5947343852093753498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5947343852093753498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5947343852093753498'/><link 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width="425" height="355"&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/6391835902370485448-4600527113061904255?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4600527113061904255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4600527113061904255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4600527113061904255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4600527113061904255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-need-to-learn-dancing.html' title='i really need to learn dancing...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3466320307294396523</id><published>2008-01-06T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:12:13.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the world</title><content type='html'>i slept and woke up again. this time i dreamt some kind foreign beings were taking over the world. i dont know where most pple go but mi family was busy "altering" the house to create the perfect hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered saying "no matter how we hide, as long as they come into our house we're dead"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3466320307294396523?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3466320307294396523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3466320307294396523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3466320307294396523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3466320307294396523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-world.html' title='the end of the world'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8599936845773374443</id><published>2008-01-06T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T06:38:07.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>robbed</title><content type='html'>i hadnt had such a vivid nightmare since a long time ago. so i had to blog this before i go back to sleep again and forget all about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I was back to my old house. I had a STUPID maid, and as I go on my story u'll soon find out why. I remembered the whole scene. my maid and I were the only one in the house. she was outisde in the living room doing stuff... i was preparing to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking out of the house after washing up. before i even made it to the door, i saw like 5 or 6 malay guys holding onto pots,toothpaste, toilet stuff actually... i was like "WTH?"they were walking out of mi house kitchen on the way to walk out. (my maid was like sweeping the floor as if nothing happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped them and bellowed "what are you all doing?" one of them replied "oh we borrowing the things" I stared at one of them, assuming he was the "leader", and asked him to leave his hp number with me. He said "oh sure!! my number is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. "WHAT?", i exclaimed. "You think i'm stupid or what? Auntie! how the hell they came in???" ( in mi mind i was thinking she must have left the door open and they just walked in)... but the scary part was she just continued sweeping the floor... as if she couldnt hear me. The 'leader' just looked at me blankly...seemingly speechless as to what number to tell me. I saw 2 handphones on the sofa. "Those must belong to them" i thought. I inched quickly towards the hp and grabbed one of the hp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad move. In that purposeful move, I had enabled them to surround me and blocked the exit route out of mi house. We looked at each other intently, anticipating each other's movements. i brought the hp that i took (presumably one of the guys') and typed in my number. (stupid u must think, i should've directly dialled 999) i dunno is i fast or they slow. I heard my own phone ring. I followed the sound n quickly grabbed mi hp. they were closing in onto me. with whatever strength i had, i pushed my way through them and ran out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i remembered next is being brutally beaten up. strangely i was dreaming of being beaten up in a third person pt of view. i was looking at miself from the sky. and watching helplessly as i was beaten. i didnt retaliate. punches n kicks were relentless upon me. i saw miself using mi hands to cover mi face and curled up mi legs on the floor to seemingly protect my vitals. i saw many bruises and quite abit of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strandely again, i found miself walking on the road...this time as a 1st person.there were 2 hps in mi pocket. one that should belong to the 'leader'. he should've been stupid enough to forget taking it from me. it was an old model of nokia...ok that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked n walked. i chanced upon a police post. it doesnt look like any i've seen before. it was a container, which had a sign that said "police musical club"...which makes no sense at all. but still shaken by mi own situation, i just walked in, wanting to report this audacious crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the whole story to the policewoman who was there. i was brought into this room where she took down mi statement.she reassured me that they were already tracking them. it seemed that they have been terrorising the estate and the police were already trying to track them down. she said they were to nab them that very night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 other policemen on duty there. it had to be their change shift time. cos i saw from out the window the 2 policemen had changed into their plain clothes and walked off with their bags. after giving mi statement to that policewoman, i showed her the hp i took from the 'leader'. she just said "we'll look into it dont worry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this time, dunno i chicken or what, i didnt dare go back.in mi mind it kept flashing back the scene where they beat me up real bad. i was literally begging the policewoman to find me an alternative place to stay for the night. "This is a musical club, we do not haf any place for u to spend the night" (i didnt even realise it was like rubbish lor... i should've known then it was just a dream, but i still carried on dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll try to do something about it. i can understand how shaken u feel right now..." As she finished speaking, she made her way to some other room where i was left alone in the "statement room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8599936845773374443?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8599936845773374443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8599936845773374443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8599936845773374443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8599936845773374443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2008/01/robbed.html' title='robbed'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-513812613584413237</id><published>2007-12-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:56:31.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot of WHAT IFs</title><content type='html'>so many things i should have done, so many things i should not have; but i choose to believe it's all necessary for the bigger picture, that the bad decisions were just part of the "best" path i was supposed to take in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i had a time machine i wouldn't change anything at all, because i think that my life has been perfect so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting to see how interesting life's gonna get from now, just hope it's not too arduous for me to take... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas's coming soon!! merry merry hohoho~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-513812613584413237?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/513812613584413237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=513812613584413237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/513812613584413237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/513812613584413237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/12/whole-lot-of-what-ifs.html' title='A whole lot of WHAT IFs'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8047549391702323946</id><published>2007-12-18T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:53:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if an asteroid were to hit in 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>- drive, house, tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 that, tell , love, go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope, work, find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold, close, die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8047549391702323946?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8047549391702323946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8047549391702323946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8047549391702323946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8047549391702323946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-asteroid-were-to-hit-in-2-weeks.html' title='if an asteroid were to hit in 2 weeks'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-5660782161128548818</id><published>2007-12-17T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:46:27.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were to go into a coma</title><content type='html'>Although I would say life kinda sucks... I wouldn't want to trade anything I've experienced for a rerun because I love those memories, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to write down everything from pri sch onwards...but so lazy... so...&lt;br /&gt;summary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really glad to know so many nice pple so many nice frens. sometimes just talking to them... is better than any consolation when i'm down....and how... all my frens really helped made me a better person...how i would always remember the 13 hour MSN chat.... how i would remember the first time i get knee-ed in the stomach by a ger..... how fun it was to harmonise during kbox.... practicing mi very first duet....haha... how i ever won a mahjong round b4 one cycle.... how i even got hated by the girl i liked so much b4.... how i ever missed a person so much i think of her every night.... how i slacked my way thru jc playing soccer.... my 1st gold medal with the band...the 1st time my lips touched a ger's 1st 3 months orientation game.... my first big solo playing the bass clarinet....my 1st solo playing the Bb clarinet...how i wont forget the wmc trip where it was more saddening for me than happiness.... how i can be so moody at times.... how black my face looked when i'm angry.... the broken promises that were never fulfilled.... how i thought of being more patient with my family and friends...how i wanted to live outside and have my own apartment...how i dream of having a huge kitchen.... dream of being married and having kids....naming my daughter....how i would want to treat my daughter like a princess... and how i hope she gets all the looks from her mum insteead of me...how i loved cooking fried kway tiao and bao yuntun....and fried rice... how i like to improvise and change things...how i wanted to learn pop/jazz piano....how i always dream of winning the lottery one day to get rid of all the stupid debts....the 1st time i shoplifted..... the 1st time i broke the house light playing soccer at home...and the many other subsequent times we dug out money from the piggy bank to buy new fluorescent lamps.... the many time i wanted to tell you how much i really liked u but i dunno hesitate for wad fuck...how much i enjoyed miself playing maple...hving to know that amongst all the childish kiddos in maple...there are also very nice ones.... how i slept in front of mi laptop slashing the wall with mi bandit and died..... how under weird circumstances i saw my 1st porn video...how i used to motivate pple.... how i like to influence pple..... how i want the world to be a better place....how i wished i had superpowers....how i wished i had taken my chances..... how happy i was when i got back my results a year ago..... how happy i was when i look into ur eyes and see urs smiling back at mine... how i never failed to feel warmth inside me when i see ur smile.... how i ever thought that if i were to go into a coma i should tell someone to tell me all these.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, it applies to if i lose my memory leh...so there. pretty much a summary of my life. not a very interesting one but nevertheless i should be able to recall something should anything happen! great ! okies now.... gotta go back to mi spastic fyp again.... and.... if you're not my fren but some stranger reading this post...BUGGER OFF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-5660782161128548818?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/5660782161128548818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=5660782161128548818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5660782161128548818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/5660782161128548818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-were-to-go-into-coma.html' title='if i were to go into a coma'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1828710231707840193</id><published>2007-12-16T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:59:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New year's resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be more patient with everyone (esp my family pple; cos i'm supposed to love them the most &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Start to care more about others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Know more pple (esp girls :P), cos i hardly have anyone to talk to! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Use more of my brain b4 i make decisions/say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) (secret), hahahaahaahahahaha... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm fine!! back to my crappy normal self... thanks for all the consoling ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always always nice to have frens who would be around to talk to when the dark clouds come in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1828710231707840193?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1828710231707840193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1828710231707840193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1828710231707840193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1828710231707840193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/12/mmmm.html' title='mmmm!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8047334819721782000</id><published>2007-12-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:01:36.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna be happy</title><content type='html'>a simple debt-free life is all i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing the things i really like, and not what is expected of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be able to control my impatience and intolerance to pple ard me i dun understand and whom do not understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even wan presents for my bday anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want that happiness that i've wished for for so many years. that freedom to eat what i wan, how much i wan. the freedom to play what i want and how long i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking 24 by the end of the month and i'm still treated like a small kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do this....dont do this...remember hor... (repeat repeat repeat)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm good looking i dont even have to try to work until so hard....dont have to try to be funny even when i'm not in the mood to...dont have to put up with pple just bcos i'm poor and no status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder pple say it's so nice to be a kid....no worries whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno what i wan anymore. i dont have any dreams at all. now all i look forward to is to work to pay off all my stupid debts... all the stupid debts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if $ can solve all these shit... i'd wish for a million dollars...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can it bring me the happiness i've longed for  for a very long time coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing my sanity already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8047334819721782000?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8047334819721782000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8047334819721782000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8047334819721782000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8047334819721782000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-wanna-be-happy.html' title='i just wanna be happy'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1053515420935375273</id><published>2007-12-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:23:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop trying to change me la</title><content type='html'>"why you wanna play mahjong ar? you going overnight ar? very fun meh?"&lt;br /&gt;"when u play ps2 dont leave that light on this light on ley"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time I play, or enjoy myself i'm always under this constant bombardment of nags. Good lor you. Now I don't even enjoy doing the things i used to enjoy so much in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say i'm selfish or what. But if you didn't have enough fun when you're young dont take it out on me la. so many things i do also bu shuang. everything i do to relax to enjoy miself also want to ka jiao. Now dont feel like playing at all liao la. dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is bury myself at home to do fyp... very sianz... no one comes to visit me or save me from rotting at home... and pple at home dont understand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need one person... who can really understand me...who i can really talk to... sigh... everyone keeps saying "i believe you will la...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's either i'm really hyper choosy or it's like... @*(#&amp;^$* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got one word to sum it all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1053515420935375273?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1053515420935375273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-6391835902370485448.post-3428228175430097214</id><published>2007-11-10T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:30:57.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Good Sound</title><content type='html'>谭维维(Sitar Tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9dbme1MOi4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9dbme1MOi4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;張靚穎(Jane Zhang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0AEfAVDOX8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3428228175430097214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted-to-good-sound.html' title='Addicted to Good Sound'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-7182306124681324583</id><published>2007-11-10T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:28:23.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna sound like him one day</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyaoERr38pc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7182306124681324583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-sound-like-him-one-day.html' title='I wanna sound like him one day'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6391038893958213455</id><published>2007-11-10T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:11:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird dream</title><content type='html'>I looked downstairs as the ball i kicked veered ever slightly over the ledge. It was raining. I saw the ball float helplessly downstairs as the wind and rain gave it a hard beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball suddenly changed direction and went into the balcony of the 5th floor apartment. I stared and stared, hoping the occupants will realise the ball's not theirs and just throw it back outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my eyes were suddenly glued to this family burning offerings. I distinctly remembered there was you tiao, red bean paste bun thingey, and those fried vegetarian stuff on this very big plate. Suddenly I was so attracted by it. I rushed down to the 13th floor. How i even know it's the 13th floor, I have no idea. Anyway, it was one of those HDB flats where one block was linked to another. The stairway was so complicated I literally got lost and couldn't find this 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By some sort of intuition, I realised I was not entirely human. My mind flashed back to how people who have seen me have called me a "hideous monster" or "妖怪" to be precise. I touched my face. My nose felt hideous. My mouth was contorted. And then suddenly I had a piece of cardboard with me. I covered my nose and mouth as I seemed to be gliding around the stairway area, still determined to find the 13th storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I found the large plate of offerings. I floated to it and as I went past it, immediately grabbed the you tiao and red bean thingey with my bare hands. I don't remember seeing hands though. But I tried taking a bite off the youtiao. The grandma came out. She didn't say anything. Then, just as I was about to return to the plate for a 2nd helping, her grandson came out, pointed a finger at me and shouted "ugly monster"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered my face again and glided away. The rest just suddenly seems so cloudy. The next thing I knew, I was on my bed, confused, not sure whether it was part of my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-6391038893958213455?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6391038893958213455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6391038893958213455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6391038893958213455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6391038893958213455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/11/weird-dream.html' title='a weird dream'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-9119286361324676876</id><published>2007-11-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:41:20.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss the good old days of crap</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's the way I pull away from people, it's getting too effective. People dont seem to want to engage in any forms of communication with me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this joke, OH!! but no one to tell it too...oh well...i'll just tell miself and haf a laugh about it myself. Where are the days when people sms me for no reason, saying things like "hey you know what i saw today?" or "i'm bored, entertain me". Not that I should be bitter about that or anything, just felt like, hey I just want a moment or 2 when I can have a decent human conversation or someone, or just a small pat on the shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really miss band alot. I miss music , I miss singing kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给我点盏灯,将我心照亮...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-9119286361324676876?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/9119286361324676876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=9119286361324676876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9119286361324676876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9119286361324676876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-good-old-days-of-crap.html' title='Miss the good old days of crap'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4437162057485403472</id><published>2007-10-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:28:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not crappy anymore haha</title><content type='html'>seems like i'm losing that crappy part of myself; dunno if it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye fira furly feemis fisyou foovair fairee feema fudge!!!!! craps....&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/6391835902370485448-4437162057485403472?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4437162057485403472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4437162057485403472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4437162057485403472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4437162057485403472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-crappy-anymore-haha.html' title='i&apos;m not crappy anymore haha'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4132097615160740331</id><published>2007-10-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:33:02.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant reach!!</title><content type='html'>my dad was watching the news. the music for the weather report came on. I tried singing along with it. And it was too high!! craps... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i've been practising "i still believe" by vivi + cao ge. think it really rocks woo! finding female vocals very familiar with this song! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, write so many emails to prof and proj grp members. Now after i post every entry to my blog, always type "regards, CZ"... then realised...TYPE WAD REGARDS!! mi own blog lor... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la i'm dam sianz... can this sem's exam papers + solns please drop from the sky?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-4132097615160740331?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4132097615160740331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4132097615160740331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4132097615160740331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4132097615160740331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-reach.html' title='cant reach!!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3905330461386790382</id><published>2007-10-09T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:35:59.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>It's 3.33am. I'm still awake doing FYP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate nuggets. Crap. So much for avoiding oily food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a distant light at the end of the tunnel. I hope it's not too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain cant generate long sentences. *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3905330461386790382?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3905330461386790382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3905330461386790382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3905330461386790382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3905330461386790382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-3691158843340051054</id><published>2007-10-06T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:20:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS Talk</title><content type='html'>What a nice dinner. Surrounded by intellectual people. Felt really shallow there haha. My table was like discussing CPF &amp; aging popln issues. And I think being the only student from Engineering, the exec directors always wanted my views in response to the girls from accountancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what course would you choose if you can turn back time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy girl : "I would still choose accountancy...blah blah (didnt actually bothered to hear her explanation - I should have huh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exec Director: "What is the engineer's response to this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (stunned): erm, (i think i didnt answer the qn directly...just mentioned why i chose engineering in the first place - the accountancy girl was staring...bet she thought I was like dumb or smth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exec Director (looking at me): What do you think the retirement age will be in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (i heard it but I was like totally lost) oh...come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exec Director: (repeats qn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, with the advancement of medicine and all, the life expectancy might be 100 in the future, and we might not be able to think of retirement till we are 75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Accountancy girl smiles as if like "100...siao...!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, she kinda looked like nana...haha!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I didn't really leave a good impression to the Exec Directors. Keep talking about how I like to try new things to diversify my portfolio. When the MD took the stage he mentioned he don't like people who learn smth for 6 months then ask to learn another thing. "It must not always be 'me'...must also see how you can contribute to the company"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMm. Overall it was an eye opening experience. Would gladly settle in MAS as a career. The working culture sounds great. Lots of opportunities available. And if I were to get into macroeconomics policy dept, my contributions would directly affect sg's economy! So yea, though I fared miserably in the "group interview" during dinner, still took back some positives from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was like french cuisine. Big plate, small servings. The water did help make me full. Although the aftermath of it was that I had to leave for the toilet in the middle of the MD's talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Think business school pple are quite easy to talk to. Managed to continue an extended conversation with this girl during cocktail session just by asking "hey where did you get this brochure from" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     That's like the worst pick up line ever la... It worked nevertheless. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-3691158843340051054?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/3691158843340051054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=3691158843340051054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3691158843340051054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/3691158843340051054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/mas-talk.html' title='MAS Talk'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8880104831507160891</id><published>2007-10-06T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:56:15.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>找不到</title><content type='html'>Mr Residue had an opaque green water bottle and nike shoes. Nowhere to be found hha. Now everyone wants to know how he looks like haha. stay tuned~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8880104831507160891?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8880104831507160891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8880104831507160891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8880104831507160891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8880104831507160891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/didnt-manage-to-find-culprit-haha.html' title='找不到'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6207406169981684321</id><published>2007-10-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:30:46.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally able to post a video... YEA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UH6-1e12Egs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UH6-1e12Egs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/6391835902370485448-6207406169981684321?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6207406169981684321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6207406169981684321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6207406169981684321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6207406169981684321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-finally-able-to-post-video-yea.html' title='I&apos;m finally able to post a video... YEA!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-8310892967957994372</id><published>2007-10-03T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:23:51.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning, 6 o'clock...</title><content type='html'>I'm half hallucinating already. FYP... 他妈的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CYN!!! 我至少 = cute guy in the dark can? Sighz, I'm 帅 okie; when it's quite dark that time lah. But still 帅 what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CZ to his future self: Please, if you don't mind, TAKE YOUR TIME MACHINE &amp; COME BACK FROM THE FUTURE HELP ME ABIT LEY...wa lao...enjoying yourself in the future isit! pang sair kia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now also dunno whether want sleep or not. Chicken nene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are diverging, mind is boggling. Pupils are dilating. Double eyelids are appearing. Birds are flying, penguins are swimming; water bottle is empty, I'm thirsty. Songs are saddy, books aplenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP should be renamed F*** You, Professor. Aiya, but then again. 他人还算满好的啦. Just that, HAIYAH! Ok. Time to go back to my Eff Why Pee again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADNESS!!! crapz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-8310892967957994372?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/8310892967957994372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=8310892967957994372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8310892967957994372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/8310892967957994372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-in-morning-6-oclock.html' title='Early in the morning, 6 o&apos;clock...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-9078749630371963794</id><published>2007-09-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:06:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the stroke of midnight</title><content type='html'>Ways to see who your future spouse will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Put a basin of water under the moonlight and shout the name of the person you really like and the "Matchmaker" out there will help tie that red knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peel an apple in front of the mirror and make sure the skin doesn't get cut off. In other words, peel the skin of the apple in a continuous strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Consult CZ, the "Clever Guess" Predictionist, or CGP for short. In other words, SOMEONE CHAT WITH ME LEY... call me wake up shee shee i also 爽&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-9078749630371963794?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/9078749630371963794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=9078749630371963794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9078749630371963794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/9078749630371963794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-stroke-of-midnight.html' title='At the stroke of midnight'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-7429795354990732086</id><published>2007-09-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:56:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>we didn't talk for a whole 10 min sitting beside each other... freaky... wad's up!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to think of a "problem" I had in school that needed your help (to break the ice), but I couldn't think of any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp &amp; bad for 3 hours is super shiong. Very tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-7429795354990732086?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/7429795354990732086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=7429795354990732086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7429795354990732086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7429795354990732086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4470060286386190987</id><published>2007-09-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:30:50.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say...waaad?!?</title><content type='html'>Tuition with my 2 kids today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition kid's mum (A) to another tuition kid's mum (B) : "This is the 1st time you see him right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : (dunno what's the reply but check out the reply to this reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : "帅hor? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! HAHA!! Hven't heard it for a very longggg longggg longgg longggg longgg time le... last remembered someone said that was 5 years ago! Anyway, even if it was 客套话, it really made my day. HAHA!! YES ARHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I bet sure got pple roll eyes or smth... but WAAAEVAA!! woohoo!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-4470060286386190987?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4470060286386190987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4470060286386190987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4470060286386190987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4470060286386190987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/saywaaad.html' title='say...waaad?!?'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4973767680399896998</id><published>2007-09-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:44:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要抓狂了!!!!</title><content type='html'>I so need a hug right now... studying is really driving me crazy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice ... i miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-4973767680399896998?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4973767680399896998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4973767680399896998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4973767680399896998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4973767680399896998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_26.html' title='我要抓狂了!!!!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-878878728281124628</id><published>2007-09-26T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:04:04.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to forget a person ever existed</title><content type='html'>1. Peg your memories of a person to an object that is about to be thrown away. Eg. Whenever you walk past the piece of paper stuck to the fridge, think of that person and the things associated with 'em. Do that for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After a month, that piece of paper should almost look like that person. Now gather all the related artefacts of that person (photos, memos, etc). Take that piece of paper with the artefacts and burn it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As you walk off, say "you're officially gone" and do not look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The person is officially out of your life tada!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-878878728281124628?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/878878728281124628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=878878728281124628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/878878728281124628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/878878728281124628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-forget-person-ever-existed.html' title='how to forget a person ever existed'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1267421404778438721</id><published>2007-09-26T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:44:18.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hasty generalisation</title><content type='html'>- gers are full of crap and don't say what they mean and mean what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gers dont mean what they say and are full of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- need i repeat myself again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1267421404778438721?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1267421404778438721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1267421404778438721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1267421404778438721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1267421404778438721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/hasty-generalisation.html' title='hasty generalisation'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-4906161745490680936</id><published>2007-09-25T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:59:19.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to get down to work</title><content type='html'>i can now finally dedicate my heart to work. no more 放不下的恋情. you guys stay happy yea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm forward-looking, determined and driven..." *hands in* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXCELLENCE!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-4906161745490680936?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/4906161745490680936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=4906161745490680936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4906161745490680936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/4906161745490680936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-get-down-to-work.html' title='time to get down to work'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6516166699551024413</id><published>2007-09-25T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:45:32.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"waevaaaaa"</title><content type='html'>haha.. my daughter's dam cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6-1e12Egs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(help needed for posting youtube videos &gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-6516166699551024413?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6516166699551024413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6516166699551024413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6516166699551024413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6516166699551024413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/whatever-kid.html' title='&quot;waevaaaaa&quot;'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1994967302993791107</id><published>2007-09-25T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:34:16.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun's too hot sometimes</title><content type='html'>The sky was as blue as the ocean. The scorching sun blazed down mercilessly which beat upon my face. I could almost feel the fiery tongue of the sun licking the moisturiser layer on my face. It's time to repair the car aircon. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's mum's bday! happy birthday to mum + happie 中秋节 to all~!! can't remember we're supposed to carry lanterns or eat mooncake or eat dumpling or eat tangyuan... maybe just eat chinese food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, remember the 25th of september... where the sun's so hot, in the small little red dot, and it's mum's birthday (haha...shit...no 押运 &gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1994967302993791107?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1994967302993791107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1994967302993791107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1994967302993791107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1994967302993791107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/suns-too-hot-sometimes.html' title='the sun&apos;s too hot sometimes'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-7828850348311887240</id><published>2007-09-25T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:38:53.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CZ's book of records</title><content type='html'>This is way overdue. I was supposed to have this since forever so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to read both my old n new blogs: HM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest continuous urine time: 46 sec &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest wait for an sms reply: 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most number of bi sai dug in a day: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastest shit duration: 18 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastest to win a mahjong round: 3/4 turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning. More records will come! haha! feel free to compete for a place in my history books! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-7828850348311887240?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/7828850348311887240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=7828850348311887240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7828850348311887240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/7828850348311887240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/czs-book-of-records.html' title='CZ&apos;s book of records'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6576150635239908121</id><published>2007-09-24T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:32:21.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一群饭桶</title><content type='html'>Why the hell agree to meet at 10am when all of you don't come! fucked up man....seriously... WAKE UP LA! really tamade leh. you all wanna sleep i don't want ar.later sure give spastic excuse like "oh it's raining then very nice i cant wake up" really fucked up leh! full of shit lor! go n die la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-6576150635239908121?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6576150635239908121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6576150635239908121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6576150635239908121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6576150635239908121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='一群饭桶'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1661996467004236270</id><published>2007-09-21T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:08:42.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>act cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOz-DO8ZaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdXM4F0aqhk/s1600-h/S5001551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOz-DO8ZaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdXM4F0aqhk/s320/S5001551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112627880596891042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture says it all haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1661996467004236270?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1661996467004236270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1661996467004236270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1661996467004236270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1661996467004236270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/act-cool.html' title='act cool!!'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOz-DO8ZaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdXM4F0aqhk/s72-c/S5001551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-6217681795259745033</id><published>2007-09-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:02:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something different</title><content type='html'>today 神雕侠侣 wore different colours lor. omg! first time in the history of mankind. should've taken a picture...oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-6217681795259745033?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/6217681795259745033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=6217681795259745033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6217681795259745033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/6217681795259745033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-different.html' title='something different'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391835902370485448.post-1596948869243797491</id><published>2007-09-21T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:00:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nana said just post something lor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOx6zO8ZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YbnXpdrtJeo/s1600-h/S5001671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOx6zO8ZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YbnXpdrtJeo/s320/S5001671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112625625739060626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this pic is long overdue. it was the genting+kl trip back in the hols. and the picture posting do work! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6391835902370485448-1596948869243797491?l=shadesofcz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/feeds/1596948869243797491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391835902370485448&amp;postID=1596948869243797491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1596948869243797491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391835902370485448/posts/default/1596948869243797491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadesofcz.blogspot.com/2007/09/nana-said-just-post-something-lor.html' title='nana said just post something lor'/><author><name>cz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10677689246250905240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jd1ibQR8Vmw/RvOx6zO8ZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YbnXpdrtJeo/s72-c/S5001671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
