<?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-770793855138338125</id><updated>2011-12-09T13:25:15.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can be rough around the edges, tattered at the seams.</title><subtitle type='html'>Love it? Hate it? Just enjoy it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5877029078089689886</id><published>2011-05-18T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T01:11:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry, Felix. Sorry for how things turned out. I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all. Please forgive me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5877029078089689886?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5877029078089689886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5877029078089689886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5877029078089689886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5877029078089689886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-so-sorry-felix.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-5492647740506919020</id><published>2011-03-29T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:39:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words can't describe how angry I am with you. You completely have NO IDEA what I'm going through right now. Just because you're a guy. All I need now are comforting words and reassurance. I don't need you to be that logical with me. Get it? It's so easy for you to say this and that. Only because you won't be the one experiencing the pain. Physically and psychologically. Life is so unfair. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there is punishing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5492647740506919020?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5492647740506919020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5492647740506919020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5492647740506919020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5492647740506919020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-cant-describe-how-angry-i-am-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-5582893887339418974</id><published>2011-02-23T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:57:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally initiated a conversation with Ivy after 4+ years. I don't quite remember why we fell out back then. Though Joan did provided me with her best guess. Whatever the reasons may be, I'm sooo glad and thankful that Ivy replied to my message almost immediately. :) Old friend found... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we were talking about jobs and all. She called it the rat race. That we're all participants of this rat race. I'm not saying that I don't agree with her. I do, of course! Not entirely though. There are people who are brave enough to sit out of the rat race and do what their hearts desire. I just have to admit that I'm not brave enough to be one of them. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to have so many friends who are tough cookies! Unlike myself. Now, I'm starting to doubt how resilient I am. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5582893887339418974?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5582893887339418974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5582893887339418974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5582893887339418974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5582893887339418974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-initiated-conversation-with-ivy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-5557696903975175589</id><published>2011-02-22T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:55:38.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! Did I mention? I received a call from SSMC (Systems-on-Silicon Manufacturing)! They will get back to me on the interview dates soon! Wooohooooooo!! The best part is that, SSMC is located in PASIR RIS! Yes, that is where I stay! *jumps in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they always say, good things often come in pairs. The Republic of Navy has responded to my job application as well! Warfare system engineer. How cool does that sound! However, it's not an interview which they have scheduled me for. But a career presentation. Oh well, better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to sashay down the office corridor in my new workdress! *hypes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576419352351030658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JW_Xt5J-MjE/TWNr2xd_PYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A92RoubdFAw/s320/cutebaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5557696903975175589?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5557696903975175589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5557696903975175589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5557696903975175589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5557696903975175589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-did-i-mention-i-received-call-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JW_Xt5J-MjE/TWNr2xd_PYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A92RoubdFAw/s72-c/cutebaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5853955432768051804</id><published>2011-02-22T15:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:37:50.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reckon that I'm not good with words. I feel impaired by it. I should own a photoblog instead. Haha... Speaking of which, here are some photos that I adoreeeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576412523503298514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1jhJlb9CKc/TWNlpSB0J9I/AAAAAAAAANs/4lMtsn4DzRI/s320/1297753428348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I snapped this myself. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIgRkSc2xcU/TWNlRGx-TQI/AAAAAAAAANk/hDe2Fi6HApY/s1600/tumblr_lfvftl9sbO1qbrd1fo1_500%255B1%255D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576412108167204098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIgRkSc2xcU/TWNlRGx-TQI/AAAAAAAAANk/hDe2Fi6HApY/s320/tumblr_lfvftl9sbO1qbrd1fo1_500%255B1%255D.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Love her short hair. It gives the i-couldn't-care-less vibe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWtOApvfJK8/TWNlJZdMAuI/AAAAAAAAANc/9B-yDwRIJo4/s1600/tumblr_lfumdwvQT91qz6f9yo1_500%255B1%255D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576411975741342434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWtOApvfJK8/TWNlJZdMAuI/AAAAAAAAANc/9B-yDwRIJo4/s320/tumblr_lfumdwvQT91qz6f9yo1_500%255B1%255D.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would be one of my choices for my ideal home next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG_LyByvE9w/TWNkypqPbgI/AAAAAAAAANU/buV68Y2X9ws/s1600/39823_417762447065_581502065_5115227_2142685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576411584954068482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG_LyByvE9w/TWNkypqPbgI/AAAAAAAAANU/buV68Y2X9ws/s320/39823_417762447065_581502065_5115227_2142685_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm blindly in love with B&amp;amp;W photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psbpGlEJ2hw/TWNkmR8DHeI/AAAAAAAAANM/WsUzjua6Y68/s1600/Love_Win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576411372427877858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psbpGlEJ2hw/TWNkmR8DHeI/AAAAAAAAANM/WsUzjua6Y68/s320/Love_Win.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's quite badly taken. But I love the idea! Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z91kMUi3tZM/TWNkTp1yRsI/AAAAAAAAANE/7aEH24d8WoY/s1600/Cherry_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576411052426544834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z91kMUi3tZM/TWNkTp1yRsI/AAAAAAAAANE/7aEH24d8WoY/s320/Cherry_Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mltm4kFr1_0/TWNkHGY29yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SGGYA3bIR3M/s1600/Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576410836751546146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mltm4kFr1_0/TWNkHGY29yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SGGYA3bIR3M/s320/Puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5853955432768051804?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5853955432768051804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5853955432768051804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5853955432768051804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5853955432768051804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-reckon-that-im-not-good-with-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1jhJlb9CKc/TWNlpSB0J9I/AAAAAAAAANs/4lMtsn4DzRI/s72-c/1297753428348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-1420060624002441463</id><published>2011-02-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:06:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, world! :) Just got woken up by my mum. I honestly think that she could do better with controlling her elephant footsteps. :/ I feel terribly sleepy today. Dozed off while watching the tv. I'm soooooo gonna be sent to hell when I pass on, for being environmentally unfriendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a sudden urge to blog. Yes, I know that it's extremely random! But then again, isn't everyone born with the flair in being random? The moment I opened my browser, decided to read my old entries for a bit before I write a new one. Remember seeing Felix reading my blog just last night. Wait a minute, or was it 2 nights ago? Hmm.. Joan is right. One gets lost in transitions when he does not have a job or does not go to sch. That's exactly how I am now. :X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay digression! I got distracted by the other million thoughts in my mind. It always happen. So, I was saying... I read the old entries of this blog. The more I read, the worse I felt. Almost all the posts I had in here are filled with plethora of negativity. When will I be able to look back and laugh myself silly about how stupid I was? Can't get over yet... I'm not all that optimistic deep down. I should meditate to rid the annoying negative aura now. Ohmmmm.... (Naww, I'm just kidding. I'm heading to lalaland instead.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, vday was AWESOMEEEE! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how ya make me feel. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1420060624002441463?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1420060624002441463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1420060624002441463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1420060624002441463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1420060624002441463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-world-just-got-woken-up-by-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6582503605807692336</id><published>2011-02-11T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:14:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like what I'm feeling now. Hmm... excellent question if you're gonna ask, "So what are you feeling now?" I can't quite describe this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fuck. My lappie has been prompting me to restart my computer. It's fucking annoying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank when I saw a facebook message from him. Finally a reply from him after disappearing for 40days. Well done... Can't wait to see what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew him from the net, we clicked, we would talk about the most random and crazy things that happened to us in our lives. It was funnn... Almost like a penpal. I've always lovedddd the idea of having a penpal. :) Seriously, who wouldn't like it, right? One fine day, he stopped replying to my message. I thought he was busy with his life, popped over to his facebook profile to see if that's the case. Apparently not. He was still active. What I hate the most is when people don't reply to my messages. It's rude. As rude as ignoring someone when he says HI! to you. And so, I deleted him off my friends list. Just like how I deleted Josiah off as well. I should swear off guys whose name starts with J. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, guess what. Even till today, he still doesn't know that we're not on each others' facebook anymore. WOW! Guys are SLOW! Lol! Right now, we're trying to clear things up. Lotsa questions on my mind but I don't wish to ask. Not that I'm afraid of sounding silly or anything of that sort. It's just that I'm not interested to know the answers to 'em anymore. Oh wells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6582503605807692336?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6582503605807692336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6582503605807692336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6582503605807692336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6582503605807692336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-like-what-im-feeling-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7574255973839782414</id><published>2011-01-31T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:43:34.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TUbJ4mDv5wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zJ7j5xQgCvg/s1600/letgogracefully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568359963416323842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TUbJ4mDv5wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zJ7j5xQgCvg/s320/letgogracefully.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something terrible yesterday. I'm a sinner. I reckon that I might go to hell when I leave this world someday. Do you think that there's any ways for me to redeem myself? At all? I can't go on like this. With this guilt flowing through my veins. I'm terribly sorry, W. Karma has its way in getting to people. So, don't worry, I'll be repaying you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I hope you'll be able to mend this broken heart. Karma, I'm not going anywhere just yet. Please, come get me before fear incites me to hide from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song dedicated to you, W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Yamagata - I Wish You Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish you bluebirds in the spring&lt;br /&gt;To give your heart a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;And then a kiss, but more than this&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;And in July a lemonade&lt;br /&gt;To cool you in some leafy glade&lt;br /&gt;I wish you health&lt;br /&gt;But more than wealth&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breaking heart and I agree&lt;br /&gt;That you and I could never be&lt;br /&gt;So with my best&lt;br /&gt;My very best&lt;br /&gt;I set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;A cozy fire to keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;But most of all when snowflakes fall&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;But most of all when snowflakes fall&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7574255973839782414?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7574255973839782414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7574255973839782414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7574255973839782414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7574255973839782414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TUbJ4mDv5wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zJ7j5xQgCvg/s72-c/letgogracefully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2640292878727682693</id><published>2011-01-09T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:43:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TSmqbi5r7JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7CDUFxm0nyE/s1600/A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560162605167537298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TSmqbi5r7JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7CDUFxm0nyE/s320/A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello 2011! It's the 9th day of this new year! No, it's not a special day or anything of that sort at all. Just a normal Sunday; one which I don't have to worry about Monday blues come sneaking in on me. Hmm... frankly speaking, I'm pretty clueless if I should feel happy for that. Or not. I've been 'unemployed' for close to 2 weeks now. Internship's over, the supposed daily job hunting should've began when the clock struck 00:00 on 01 Jan 2011. But, it didn't. As usual... my laziness has gotten the better of me. Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I see everyone making their new year resolutions on Facebook. I asked myself what would mine be. I make new resolutions every single year, ignoring how terribly lousy I am at following 'em. Therefore, this year, my resolution would be to follow-up on my old resolutions. Brilliant idea eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kinda stumbled upon the photo above on &lt;a href="http://redsports.sg/2009/10/30/nike-human-race-10k-running-5/"&gt;http://redsports.sg/2009/10/30/nike-human-race-10k-running-5/&lt;/a&gt; The entry has probably been there for close to a year and only NOW, I spot my face! Still don't see me? Look at the constipated face on the extreme right of the photo! Yeahhh, now ya know what I'm talking about! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so afraid of changes. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2640292878727682693?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2640292878727682693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2640292878727682693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2640292878727682693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2640292878727682693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011! :)'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/TSmqbi5r7JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7CDUFxm0nyE/s72-c/A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-9158533824843490466</id><published>2010-11-03T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:56:27.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has never been the same ever since...</title><content type='html'>The last time I blogged bout my own life was exactly 4 months and 4 days ago. Life has never been the same ever since... kinda. I'll update more tonight as I'm on a tight schedule to complete the tasks on hand right now. Intern ftw... NOT! Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-9158533824843490466?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/9158533824843490466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=9158533824843490466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9158533824843490466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9158533824843490466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-has-never-been-same-ever-since.html' title='Life has never been the same ever since...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4239762417116982375</id><published>2010-06-30T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:11:49.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot about the existence of this blog. Finally cleared off the dust and cobwebs collected on it. =P Credit goes to Yijie and Kevin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a really cutesy lil conversation I had with Yijie earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey... just wanna say thanks. It's nice that ya'd still chat with me once in a while. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;where did that come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm from the bottom of my heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;awww &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;just that it feels nice when ppl still bother to catch up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;are u running out of frens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;ya ruined that moment&lt;br /&gt;boo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh shit&lt;br /&gt;try again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO! no moreeee! there's no rewind button in life!&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;boohoooo&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's nice that you reciprocate my nonsense too&lt;br /&gt;and allow me to insult you from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shufen. says:&lt;br /&gt;awww... *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;big hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL-ness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4239762417116982375?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4239762417116982375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4239762417116982375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4239762417116982375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4239762417116982375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-almost-forgot-about-existence-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1984909137454658959</id><published>2010-05-01T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:07:45.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS' OVERRRRR!! PARTY TIMEEEE!! WOOHOOOOO!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1984909137454658959?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1984909137454658959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1984909137454658959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1984909137454658959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1984909137454658959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams-overrrrr-party-timeeee-woohooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8551964770418981378</id><published>2010-04-25T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:29:00.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" 有种拥有叫作放手 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing the same old song on my playlist. It just goes on and on... Like it's stuck on replay. Anyway, here's a line from the song. I don't exactly relate to it in any ways right now. But probably some time back, I'd feel so much for these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers tmr. JIAYOU SHUFEN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8551964770418981378?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8551964770418981378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8551964770418981378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8551964770418981378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8551964770418981378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-playing-same-old-song-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8280518542588990883</id><published>2010-04-23T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:01:40.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/S9FFk4kgQzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u50urxnEY34/s1600/toss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224322940224306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/S9FFk4kgQzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u50urxnEY34/s320/toss.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/S9FFSjPrbGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAADr7THx_w/s1600/monsters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224007978085474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/S9FFSjPrbGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAADr7THx_w/s320/monsters.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's inside us. It's scary... I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8280518542588990883?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8280518542588990883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8280518542588990883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8280518542588990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8280518542588990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/S9FFk4kgQzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u50urxnEY34/s72-c/toss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-4221953214159977729</id><published>2010-04-19T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:50:30.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;No more process this pain-staking.&lt;br /&gt;Live for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Life for what matters and ignore everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh don't shower it on those who doesn't deserve it one bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just spend so much time wondering if I'm good enough. No, wait. Correction. It's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much time. I try my best to please everyone around me. But, seriously. Who am I kidding? I can't expect everyone to love me. I'm so sick of being what others want me to. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4221953214159977729?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4221953214159977729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4221953214159977729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4221953214159977729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4221953214159977729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-more-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6867831958000782469</id><published>2010-04-14T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:13:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh... Had the sudden urge to blog. I guess I'd only write an entry whenever I'm supposed to be busy with my schwork. Ya know, it serves as a form of entertainment and an escape from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be figuring out the solution of the Stats mech question, which I need to present to the entire class tmr morning. Yet, my mind is still elsewhere. In fact, everywhere else except on the question itself. Why am I getting soooooo lazy? My mind doesn't wish to be under my control anymore. I should just leave it be, let it have a mind of its own. Wait a min, that sounded weird. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been annoyed by my bleeding gum to no end. I have no freaking idea what on earth (or hell) is wrong with it. It just feels like the gum on my molar tooth is receding (i don't think this word is suitable in this context, but i can't think of any other word at the moment. :/ oh oh! or how bout eroding?). And the constant taste of blood in my mouth makes me feel like my menses is flowing out at the wrong end. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to snap back to reality and end my slackings! Gotta finish up my work fast, so that I could hit the sack early! I just can't stand seeing all the zits popping out on my face whenever I don't get sufficient rest. Boohoo! Sad, but that's life! Get used to it, Shufen! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6867831958000782469?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6867831958000782469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6867831958000782469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6867831958000782469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6867831958000782469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/04/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-2181895291656651491</id><published>2010-03-19T05:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:34:54.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be studying. I should be studying. But why the hell am I in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get a lil taken aback by my own actions. I'd rock back and forth when I'm trying to psycho myself to do or not to do something. Of course, I'd only do it when I'm all alone. I don't wanna be seen as mentally unsound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Nick bout a hell lot of stuff today. His previous r/s reminded me so much of mine. And it's indeed a small world, his ex gf turns out to be my coursemate's current gf. He regretted letting go of her, but he said that was the only thing he could do to let her learn and be a stronger person. I wonder if ZJ felt exactly the same as Nick did when he let go of me... Yeah, I know. I'm supposed to be way over him already. But, he was the one who taught me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2181895291656651491?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2181895291656651491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2181895291656651491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2181895291656651491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2181895291656651491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6653220589876901</id><published>2010-03-10T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:30:09.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soooooo pissed with sooooo many things! I can't help but feel annoyed with your stubbornness. And I'm freaking wondering how do ya actually spell stubbornness. With one 'n' or double 'n'? Okay, I'm referring to my dad right here. Shan't elaborate too much on it since it's family matters. Haha... I'm surprised that I can still laugh bout it right now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me what to do? Sometimes I feel like I'm getting a lil bored of this. It's becoming as bland as plain water. My heart wants so much more than just this! I gotta keep reminding myself to settle down and be contented with what I already have. Please, stop wandering anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying from boredom. Save meeee.... Yes, SAVE MEEE! Before I drown in my own thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6653220589876901?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6653220589876901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6653220589876901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6653220589876901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6653220589876901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-soooooo-pissed-with-sooooo-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7907373022376581460</id><published>2010-01-12T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:14:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to do right now. I'm just staring at the Add/drop page, zoning out every now and then. Had a really early dinner as I couldn't find anyone to eat with. Kinda pathetic, I know. Whenever this happens, I get uber emo. :( Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well" is something ZJ loved saying. I'm not sure if he still uses it as often now since we don't talk to each other as frequent now. Got reminded of him cuz I saw his friend, Xinyan in sch today with Sansan. I was speaking to Mayhwee right beside their table. My attention was shifting between Mayhwee and Xinyan during the conversation. I heard Xinyan saying "Ohh.. Zijie's blablabla.. No wonder she looks so familiar." Okay. There isn't a main point to it anyway. Just wanna say it cuz I miss talking to ZJ. I wonder if he feels the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like napping now but I'm just few hours away from bedtime. What to do! Oh, Mel! If ya happen to be reading this, I forgot the address of your blog! And glad's as well! Give it to me again! HAHA... I couldn't find JY's blog too. Guess he shifted his blog to some other address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hall toilet smells like mold. Wait, is that how ya spell it? The greenish growth on stale food? Yeah, I can see some of the cubicle walls covered in bits of mold. Eek! I think even the products of the "businesses" I do inside smell better. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I kinda miss zQ now. I miss lots of ppl but it's so hard to ask 'em out. Grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7907373022376581460?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7907373022376581460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7907373022376581460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7907373022376581460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7907373022376581460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-to-do-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-3471883663617506035</id><published>2009-12-27T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:49:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my mum. She has such bad attitude. Wish someone would slap her awake. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3471883663617506035?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3471883663617506035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3471883663617506035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3471883663617506035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3471883663617506035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-3180695205214845359</id><published>2009-11-27T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:57:37.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it. The same old problem's surfacing again. I know that this might be the biggest problem in our relationship and could one day be the reason for us to go our separate ways. Ya don't see it now, but I do forsee it. Maybe I should be more prepared for it so I won't be as heart-broken when it happened to me in my last relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take. Maybe don't give don't take in the first place, would have made things easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3180695205214845359?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3180695205214845359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3180695205214845359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3180695205214845359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3180695205214845359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5641132743336072526</id><published>2009-11-12T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:47:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn. Just napped. I think the exam stress is getting to me. He was planning for the Taiwan trip and I merely added "Eh.. never include the Taipei 101"? Then he began complaining bout things. I mean, if ya don't wanna do, then don't do. I'm not forcing ya. And I already said that we can plan it after exams. What's the hurry? To make yourself feel less guilty? I hate this kinda shit. Esp. not &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5641132743336072526?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5641132743336072526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5641132743336072526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5641132743336072526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5641132743336072526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5801406830289347872</id><published>2009-11-12T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:09:05.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>Terrible day. Terrible mood. Terrible dreams as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got suspected of copying tutorials or allowing others to copy my tutorials. Got zeros for 3 consecutive tutorials. WTF. Argued with the tutor cuz I felt super unjust. It wasn't about the marks, it was about my image. I DID NOT COPY. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had VIVA with Kelbert's favourite prof and kinda got nagged at by him for not answering the questions properly and not trying hard enough to answer those questions. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my shuttle bus and had to walk from SPMS back to hall. It felt like a 10km walk cuz my bag was heavy to the max. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get the air tix for our Taiwan trip and because I got my dad's credit card expiry date wrongly, we couldn't get the tix. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to take a short nap and wake up an hour later, only to wake up this morning. More than an hour nap, my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of him. He's been appearing in my dreams often lately. Pls get out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super stressed for exams. Why isn't Birdy studying that much when his first paper is next Thurs!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learnt so far in Physics?&lt;br /&gt;- Just survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5801406830289347872?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5801406830289347872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5801406830289347872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5801406830289347872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5801406830289347872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-nov-2009.html' title='11 Nov 2009'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-4205580284034357475</id><published>2009-11-09T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:06:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't concentrate. Solids revision is driving me nuts. I'm going crazy from staring at the lonnnggg derivations. Just not suited for this, man. SOMEBODY SAVE MEEE! It's just so demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept popping up in my mind. Lotsa memories that we shared keep playing in my mind, like it's stuck on replay. All the could-have-beens. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP. FOCUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4205580284034357475?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4205580284034357475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4205580284034357475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4205580284034357475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4205580284034357475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-concentrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5604776906921796062</id><published>2009-11-07T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:03:17.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw ya. I had a feeling that I'd see ya somewhere. When I was on the train back home, I saw someone who looked like ya. But it wasn't. In the end, I still saw ya. My stomach flipped and turned and was in a mess. Didn't know if I should go over to say hi. I think ya were with someone special. That made me felt even worse... I should stop thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta head out now. Hope everything goes well and not some kinda fraud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5604776906921796062?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5604776906921796062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5604776906921796062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5604776906921796062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5604776906921796062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-saw-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2787064667710292266</id><published>2009-10-31T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:31:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I have someone less "nua". I need a bit of "newness" in things at times. Going to the same places, doing the same things and eating the same food will get a lil bland after a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2787064667710292266?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2787064667710292266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2787064667710292266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2787064667710292266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2787064667710292266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-wish-i-have-someone-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5527304948592618578</id><published>2009-10-26T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:29:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh mannnnn........... Another week of sch. I don't usually get the monday blues, I just have it everyday. So I guess ya don't call it MONDAY blues anymore. But today, I feel a lil upset, irritated and angry during maths lect. Over the prof's ability to teach, the prof's cheekopek face, that exams is just one month away and that I have nothing to look forward to in sch this week. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zQ organised a dinner date with Tr3k comm this evening. In fact, right now when I'm typing this, they're probably enjoying their meals over at canA. The reason why I'm not there is that I don't like how zQ replied my msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zQ: ..... Dinner at can A at 6.30pm after settling log.&lt;br /&gt;SF: (so i stupidly thought that log was at 6.30pm and dinner will only come after that, being confused, i asked...) Huh? So dinner's at 6.30pm or settling log at 6.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;zQ: "Dinner at 6.30pm after log." Doesn't sound too ambiguous to me. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH! HAH your arse! If I wasn't confused, would I be such an arse to ask? It sounded really insulting. Oh well.... I HOPE HE SEES THIS AND APOLOGISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do assignment! *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go run tonight! Wheeeee! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5527304948592618578?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5527304948592618578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5527304948592618578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5527304948592618578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5527304948592618578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohh-mannnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4875051018383104035</id><published>2009-10-20T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:17:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten the chance to speak my mind. Somehow was talking to zQ bout what's going to happen to him next semester and eventually linked to many many emo topics. He talked bout the someone whom he still can't let go and bout sch... As for me, I told him that I feel left out lately. As I was telling him that, part of me thinks that I have the right to feel jealous, and the other part of me was trying to tell myself that I'm acting really dumb by letting him know that I am. Arghh what the hell! But I got really emotional, to the point that he thought that I was gonna cry, but of course I wasn't. I revealed to him how I felt bout my own performance as an SPO last yr and so on. It does feel good to just blurt out everything that has been dragging my mood down all this while. Thanks zQ! I mean, that's if ya ever see this la. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go do some work while I wait for my laundry to be done. I look forward to tmr cuz there's no lab and I get to see my friends and Birdy! YAY! I'm starting to feel less sian now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4875051018383104035?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4875051018383104035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4875051018383104035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4875051018383104035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4875051018383104035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-finally-gotten-chance-to-speak-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6563432633072393057</id><published>2009-10-19T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:40:08.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like climbing 80 floors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80 Floors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were once 2 brothers who lived on the 80th level. On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they had to climb the stairs home. After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them. They left their bags there and climbed on. When they struggled to the 40th level, the younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor. They then realized that they had only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the door. And they realized that the key was in their bags which were left on the 20th floor ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is a reflection on our lives... many of us live for the expectations of our parents, teachers and friends when we were young. We seldom get to do the things that we really like or love. It is under so much pressure and stress that by our early 20s, we get tired and decide to dump this load.... and enjoy life. Being free of the stress and pressure, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time we reach our 40s, we start to lose our vision and along with that, our dreams and goal in life. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and criticize. We live life in misery as we are never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching 60, we realize that we have little time left for complaining and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. We think that there is nothing left that could disappoint us, only to realize that we cannot rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream.....a dream we abandoned about 60 plus years ago...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stumbled upon this in a blog whose owner is some guy named Adrian. I was searching for Dashboard Confessional's Belle of The Boulevard and this guy's blog popped up on the list of results. This story is the latest blog entry he has written. Sometimes, life is full of surprises huh... While searching for song lyrics, one can actually stumble upon something so inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, start living your life and realising your dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't shake the feeling of loneliness at times. I don't wanna be left out or left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6563432633072393057?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6563432633072393057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6563432633072393057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6563432633072393057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6563432633072393057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-like-climbing-80-floors.html' title='Life is like climbing 80 floors.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6026020079702603552</id><published>2009-10-10T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:22:11.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, when I see photos of happy faces of my good friends and their new found friends, I feel left out. Why am I not invited? Maybe I've been too.. cooped up with my own life and losing the outgoing, fun side of me. I lose interest in making new friends and socialising with aquaintances. I just wanna hang out with my good old friends... But somehow, I think they have other friends who they're having much more fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6026020079702603552?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6026020079702603552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6026020079702603552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6026020079702603552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6026020079702603552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-days-when-i-see-photos-of-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-2858710729932617594</id><published>2009-10-04T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:44:42.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... So affected by lots of things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk to 'em about relationships, I get overwhelmed with emotions. Talking about those heartbreaking experiences that I've been through, experiences that I tried to handle with a broken heart, experiences that I told myself that would make me stronger (which they did) yet hurt so terribly then... It just make it feel like all those happened just yesterday. Still able to make my heart wince. Still can't help calling myself "stupid".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2858710729932617594?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2858710729932617594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2858710729932617594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2858710729932617594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2858710729932617594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-1197101858386691068</id><published>2009-10-02T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:03:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I waiting again? I feel my whole day so wasted for doing meaningless things... Shopping. Can always shop another day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Birdy to be here... Meeting time: 7.45pm. My arrival time: 7pm. Current time: No idea. Past meeting time. His project meeting time: 8.30pm. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked and walked till my feet feel sore now. Can't find a seat anywhere, not even in foodcourt because it's dinner time... I even thought of going to the toilet to while some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something bout this place. Whenever we meet here, ya're never on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! So bored. So sleepy. Feel like I can fall asleep right here right now, by the railing. I wanna go back hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1197101858386691068?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1197101858386691068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1197101858386691068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1197101858386691068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1197101858386691068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-am-i-waiting-again-i-feel-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-155570636633468787</id><published>2009-10-02T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:05:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to wait...</title><content type='html'>Now I know how it feels like to wait for someone. Half an hour of my precious time is gone. And... I'm still waiting. I don't think ya're late because your train stopped for very long at every stop. More like ya left your house late, thinking I'll be much later. So much for being on time. Grr!! To add on to that, ya were uncontactable for that short 10mins which made me feel darn sian... Yawn... She's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-155570636633468787?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/155570636633468787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=155570636633468787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/155570636633468787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/155570636633468787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-to-wait.html' title='I hate to wait...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8177206925447924450</id><published>2009-10-01T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:11:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn bored from doing Prob. &amp;amp; Stats. I feel like eating whenever I study. Was having cravings for meesua, then came my craving for tomyum soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with Birdy about things that was bothering me. He doesn't share with me his troubles cuz he knows that I can't handle his emotions and my emotions as well. But I'd prefer him telling me everything, so that it won't set my imagination running wild thinking if his troubles have anything to do with me. We kinda solved this together... And I'm glad we did. A good guy is hard to come by. Especially, someone this faithful, thoughtful and pretty much selfless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8177206925447924450?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8177206925447924450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8177206925447924450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8177206925447924450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8177206925447924450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/darn-bored-from-doing-prob.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-9160617797028120283</id><published>2009-09-25T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:46:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHH!!! I hate it when this kinda situation arises. I feel so tired to even handle it... Part of me doesn't wanna apologise. Part of me knows that I have to, cuz I was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when guys go all out to whack girls during those kinda whacking games. It's not gentlemanly. I know it's only fun when everyone dares to whack hard and accepts the whacking as well. But, still... gotta be a gentleman man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya said there's gentlemanly and there's sportsmanship. Seriously speaking, to start off, they're 2 different cases... are they comparable? I don't think so but my mind is too tired to argue it with ya right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn... it's tough to let others see things your way at times. I don't wish to play such games anymore. Especially, when ya and Shaz are around to play that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still so much anger in me right now. It'd have been better if this conversation just ended with "I'm sorry." and "I'm sorry too." without going any deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. I'm so so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-9160617797028120283?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/9160617797028120283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=9160617797028120283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9160617797028120283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9160617797028120283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/arghhhhh-i-hate-it-when-this-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7688465757260663727</id><published>2009-09-17T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:19:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My limbs are beginning to ache terribly now. It earlier than I expected the aches to hit me. Muaythai-ed this evening and went straight from climbing afterwhich. Muaythai session was madness today. Stan (my instructor) made us do lots of arm exercises - many sets of 50 punches, many sets of push-ups. We did lots of body conditioning as well. I feel my muscles super pumped up at the end of the session. My arms were so tired that it was even tough holding the punching pads up. =S And I almost lost my nose to a roundhouse kick from my sparring partner. Seriously didn't expect him to all-out for his kicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing was quite fun today cuz I had Jovin there with me. He set some routes for me to try it out. I didn't complete any of 'em but I did better than I expected myself to right after a muaythai practice. It good to have a good climbing khaki, espcially when he can provide good climbing advice. I wanna be a better climber! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hop into bed now. Waking up earlier to do my Probs &amp;amp; Stats assignment. 45 probability questions is no joke, dude! Everything I see around me, I start to think of ways to calculate the probability of it happening/appearing again. It's screwing with my mind! Haha... Good night, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7688465757260663727?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7688465757260663727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7688465757260663727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7688465757260663727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7688465757260663727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-limbs-are-beginning-to-ache-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6817663915387253831</id><published>2009-09-14T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:55:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain shall fade. And has faded...</title><content type='html'>"The pain shall fade. I am grateful for whatever that I have had and everything I have now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped this off KP's facebook blog. This reminds me of the exact same state I was in months ago, in fact many many months that actually summed up to a year plus. I kept bouncing between trying-to-be-strong and I-wanna-crawl-back-to-him state of mind. One moment feeling like a stronger person (self-deluded though) and the next, a pathetic soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numb this heartache and I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shufen, 9 April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every single word of this sentence that I wrote in my blog on that very day. (alright, I cheated. I backtracked to check.) I think at that point in time I was looking at situation from a completely wrong angle. I should never think of numbing the heartache. Instead, wait patiently for the pain to fade. Well, that was more or less what I did and boy am I glad that I survived it. :) Hey KP, I'm grateful for whatever I've had and everything I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sq2vm-TUPRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ClETnHJYQ-A/s1600-h/Birdy+3+(Lower+Colour+Change).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150213871516946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sq2vm-TUPRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ClETnHJYQ-A/s320/Birdy+3+(Lower+Colour+Change).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sq2vmRKRkGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8wbGLqaN56g/s1600-h/Birdy+2+(Higher+Colour+Change).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150201753997410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sq2vmRKRkGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8wbGLqaN56g/s320/Birdy+2+(Higher+Colour+Change).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The mosaic pieces I made for Birdy, as a 99th day-versary gift. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6817663915387253831?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6817663915387253831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6817663915387253831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6817663915387253831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6817663915387253831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-shall-fade-and-has-faded.html' title='The pain shall fade. And has faded...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sq2vm-TUPRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ClETnHJYQ-A/s72-c/Birdy+3+(Lower+Colour+Change).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-8549465034536358513</id><published>2009-09-08T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:27:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outta boredom, I'm here once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through doing up my 500words report. My goodness! This lecturer is so "AA" to set this kind of questions for a tutorial. Thank goodness someone invented Wikipedia, my no. 1 saviour! Whoo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random sidenote, I finally cut bangs! Have always wanted to try it again after I had that hairstyle back in Sec4. My mum loves it! So that means I look great in it! Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruiquan asked me a question today: What if one day ya realised that the beliefs ya've been sticking to all this while turns out to be false. What would ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much about it and &lt;em&gt;ding!, &lt;/em&gt;a second later I said this out loud and clear, "Too bad! Go believe in something else then!" It sounds optimistic but I doubt that would be the way I would respond to it if it were to really happen. Haha... Think and speak, Shufen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8549465034536358513?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8549465034536358513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8549465034536358513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8549465034536358513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8549465034536358513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/outta-boredom-im-here-once-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-320943332580841310</id><published>2009-08-24T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:47:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argghh... Weird feeling in my stomach. It's churning. Gotta be the coffee I drank (super) early this morning. And worst of all, I can't nap now. The effects of the coffee has set in. Real bad. See! So very smart of ya, Shufen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus home this morning from Birdy's place and couldn't get a seat on the bus due to the morning crowd. So my plan of snoozing on the bus was pretty much outta the picture. Stood wide awake on the bus and my mind started thinking about a million and one things on earth. The main one was mistakes I've made in my life. Especially those as of recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add/drop ended officially yesterday. I didn't drop Solids states 2. My guts tell me that it's a wise choice. Stick to the choices ya've made, Shufen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was offered a room in hall3!!! Woohoooooo!! It's an air-con hall man! HAH! Best of all, it has lifts for lazy bums like me! =P Gonna collect my room key after my classes today. Wheeee!! Now I have the mood for sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever this R person is, ya're right. "there are good days,and there are always bad days. but things will always work together for good. eventually." The day I checked my mail and read the hall offer letter, was absolutely a good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-320943332580841310?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/320943332580841310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=320943332580841310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/320943332580841310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/320943332580841310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/argghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-9031047705742736001</id><published>2009-08-20T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:08:13.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuanxiao msg-ed me "Shufen, ya are my sunshine banner." That got me puzzled for a while. Then I asked him what is he talking about and he explained that he saw a banner saying "Shufen, ya are my sunshine" in hall3. I shall go explore hall3 soon and take a photo with that banner. Jump shot it is! Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another emo day for me as well. Year4 modules are sucking the life outta me... merely within 2weeks I'm already feeling so tired and jaded. Impressed. Met up with Birdy after my helluva tutorial... Everything always seem to fall into place when I'm with him. Even if they don't, it just &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/So1YDdBcH9I/AAAAAAAAALw/fF_mG_6elOU/s1600-h/140820093589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372046746876387282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/So1YDdBcH9I/AAAAAAAAALw/fF_mG_6elOU/s320/140820093589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahmm ahmm ahmm... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Off to bed now. Gotta face book instead of Facebook tmr! Good night, world! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-9031047705742736001?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/9031047705742736001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=9031047705742736001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9031047705742736001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9031047705742736001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/yuanxiao-msg-ed-me-shufen-ya-are-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/So1YDdBcH9I/AAAAAAAAALw/fF_mG_6elOU/s72-c/140820093589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2453937376639197943</id><published>2009-08-18T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:35:28.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing's going my way these days.&lt;br /&gt;MSN pisses me off. My lappie as well.&lt;br /&gt;I have no hall, and no hall = no mood for me to attend classes.&lt;br /&gt;Such an emo day for me since sch started.&lt;br /&gt;Even drinking my favourite drink, eating my favourite food, doing my favourite activities didn't help... at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have no mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Birdy isn't too willing to go for tmr's dinner. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2453937376639197943?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2453937376639197943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2453937376639197943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2453937376639197943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2453937376639197943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothings-going-my-way-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3303825994340774469</id><published>2009-08-18T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:15:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch ouch... My legs are aching so badly from yst's AHM. Serve me right! I admit that I didn't train hard enough for this year's AHM. In fact, I didn't train at all. I realised that I'm losing my passion in running. I'm getting so so lazy these days. Especially when sch starts, all I look forward to are mealtimes. That's not healthy, Shufen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Dyeus in Can5 this evening. Such nostalgic feeling when I walked to Can5. Sigh... I hope I get hall soon. Dyeus dinner was more like an ODAC family steamboat; non-Dyeus ppl were invited as well. I love catching up with ppl whom I haven't spoke to in a while... Especially those who went for exchange last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... It's tough to let go of ODAC. It's not something that one can just put down and move on. I wanna stay on in ODAC cuz I wanna be in the loop. I don't wanna miss out the fun and the family feel I get from the ppl in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed! 8.30am lesson tmr! Before that, shall check my email for hall notification and continue making Birdy's notebook. Good night! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3303825994340774469?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3303825994340774469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3303825994340774469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3303825994340774469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3303825994340774469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch-ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1165295752356004296</id><published>2009-08-15T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:53:31.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SobXvIiujBI/AAAAAAAAALo/8_5GtKEiHZk/s1600-h/morethanwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216810432859154" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SobXvIiujBI/AAAAAAAAALo/8_5GtKEiHZk/s320/morethanwords.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Made this collage for Birdy's new hall room. Well... It's one week into school. And lessons are going to start official this coming Monday. Printed out this collage and gave it to Birdy as a small gift. I made him pin it up on his noticeboard so that he can see my face &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time. This is what the possessive and jealous girlfriend would do to make her man think of her every minute. Hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Out of the 10 photos, Birdy made funny faces in 6 of 'em. My turn to do funny faces when I take photos with him next time! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time to enter lalaland! Good night, world! And wish me luck for AHM tmr! YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1165295752356004296?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1165295752356004296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1165295752356004296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1165295752356004296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1165295752356004296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-than-words.html' title='More than words...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SobXvIiujBI/AAAAAAAAALo/8_5GtKEiHZk/s72-c/morethanwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-1871553255061340615</id><published>2009-08-12T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:03:06.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be in bed now. But I'm not. I should've gone for my Maths lect this afternoon. But I didn't. I should've paid attention during my first lect this morning. But I didn't. I should've ate a lighter meal for breakfast. But I didn't... as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always choose not to do what they're supposed to do? I'm the best example here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling a lil emotional now. A close friend of mine just ended his relationship with his girlfriend. No wait, I think that sentence needs a lil bit of rephrasing. It's more like his girlfriend ended the relationship with him. Err... No, not right either. Currently, I'm not exactly sure what happened between 'em but in short, from soulmates... to friends. I don't know why but whenever I get into a relationship, people around me fall outta love. And they turn out to be the most loving couples I've ever seen in my life! Those whom I thought would last... Those whom I thought they'd end up being husband and wife. This makes me feel unsure of love. All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish ya happiness. :) I don't wish to state your name here in case any common friends read it and ya don't feel comfortable with me commenting on this. Well... I know ya'll still be your happy self, the guy whom I owe ya 5meals. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed. I'm deadbeat. Clock's ticking and I'm left with 5hours to sleep now! Good night, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1871553255061340615?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1871553255061340615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1871553255061340615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1871553255061340615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1871553255061340615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-should-be-in-bed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-7453240768405735957</id><published>2009-08-07T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:39:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas, I stepped outta my house for the very first time this week. Let's see... what I'd have done if I were to stay home today, like what I did for the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up, yet continue to laze in bed for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wash up, switch on the TV and laze in bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play my gameboy (yes, i know.. gameboy's like soooo ancient now) after getting sick of watching hours of TV.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have brunch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Log on to Facebook and try to upload photos, but to no avail *yawns*. Then log on to MSN.&lt;br /&gt;6. Continue to laze in bed, doing whatever that can keep me entertain for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Look forward to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;9. Continue surfing the net, staying on MSN waiting for someone to strike a conv. and praying hard that it's gonna be an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;10. Nibble on snacks every now and then, and return to my room to slack even more.&lt;br /&gt;11. Look forward to bedtime. (not really)&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, today, for a change I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up, washed up. Had breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bathed and prepared to go out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Headed down to SAFRA Toa Payoh to collect AHM racepack. (I didn't know that bus 8 brings me right outside SAFRA. Yay! ;))&lt;br /&gt;4. Walked around Toa Payoh central a lil before boarding the train to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;5. Reached Cityhall and had my eyebrows trimmed at Peninsular Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;6. Collected the clothes I sent for alteration weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bought new shorts.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ate yummy dinner at TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I learnt about myself today. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of showing my vulnerability. Oh wait, correction: I'm afraid of being &lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt;. Having spent the whole of today out on my own, I'm pretty fine with being alone. Listening to music when I'm on the bus and observing passerby on the streets and at the bus stops... I love to people-watch; wondering what's on their minds. I love that feeling. In fact, I didn't know how much I missed that feeling. Sometimes, it's healthy to spend time with yourself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7453240768405735957?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7453240768405735957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7453240768405735957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7453240768405735957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7453240768405735957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/alas-i-stepped-outta-my-house-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-7298351920741057349</id><published>2009-08-06T12:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:32:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival is a Dying Art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Survival&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doing what you HAVE to do, at WHERE you are, with WHAT you have AROUND you! It is a Dying Art simply because... 1. No one really PRACTISES it 2. Learn from the wrong people &amp;amp; your chances of Dying will be greater! &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnppgKPjLII/AAAAAAAAALY/ffk6nOXGWqw/s1600-h/aloneinjungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366717907191671938" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnppgKPjLII/AAAAAAAAALY/ffk6nOXGWqw/s320/aloneinjungle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All alone in the jungle enjoying the tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days when I wake up from my sleep in the comfort of my own bed, I start to think to myself... Why wake up in my own comfort zone? Why not throw myself into a jungle and experience rousing from my lalaland to nothing but wilderness and moreee wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I signed in to my MSN as usual. Geoff spoke to me and asked if I'm interested in joining a 10days jungle survival course. First reaction: Err &lt;em&gt;no thanks&lt;/em&gt; dude! On second thought, it sounded pretty cool and it's rare to be able to find interested participants for that. Clicked on the webbie he provided me with for more information. I read on a bit and "favourite-d" it straight away. I felt my adrenaline rushing when reading up on those survival courses and what the past participants wrote bout their experience. I can &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; imagine myself going through the course. One word -- WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lil something I quoted from the webbie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Dare to be different is not about showing our bravado. It's about discovering ourselves.... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what goes on throughout the course? (I copy-pasted this as well, edited here and there on the English. Haha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to make your own water bottle out of bamboo completely with ropes made from either a tree bark, ground or tree creeper or from sliced rattans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to learn AND practise the correct method of collecting water from the streams &amp;amp; rivers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You get to recognise AND utilise medicinal plants for the treatment of minor cuts, bruises, vomitting and rashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to recognise AND test edible plants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to recognise poisonous plants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to own and practise a working machete or "Parang" and understand the uses of the blade, plus recognise the safety aspects of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to choose the right material from the jungles to initiate, start and maintain fires meant for cooking, campfire and signalling purposes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to make AND practise using a fire torch made from the jungles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You get to choose, construct and stay overnight in a shelter made entirely from plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You learn how to predict weather by just observing the jungles, visually and audibly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to navigate your way through the jungles by just understanding the terrain and the foliage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to procure food from plant life of 3 different palms and rattan fruits. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You learn how to cook food and maintaining its freshness for the next several weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You learn how to make self defence tools against wildlife made from bamboos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You learn to recognise and respect dangers from wildlife and mother nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will get lost with us and then learn how to find your way out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to lose between 2.5 to 4 kilos over the 4 days' course :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You get to appreciate the jungles much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to learn not to take things for granted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You get to rebuke all the myths found in books, stories and movies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You get to know yourself better!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are shorter jungle survival course but Geoff's friend chose the 10days long course. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UT-JSC-44&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 days / 4 nites &lt;including&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADED M/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practical Jungle Survival Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A harder but a VERY popular, highly informative &amp;amp; participative adventure for either the beginner, adventurous or experienced in learning &amp;amp; practising necessary skills of jungle survival via secondary forests, hill forests &amp;amp; lowland primary rainforests. Go back home from this course with a &lt;strong&gt;stronger mental attitude&lt;/strong&gt;, heart and practical knowledge of surviving in the jungles when the UNEXPECTED need arises. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duke of Edinburgh, Young Leadership Certificate or Gap &amp;amp; Team Challenge candidates are strongly advised to take this self development-based activity! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usual departure is Friday nite ex-KL &amp;amp; arrival KL on Tuesday evening. Departures can be customised upon advance date requests. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;M – Moderate of which the pace is considerably slow while carrying a day’s OR not more than 3 days’ backpack/rucsac over relatively undulating terrain with several rest stops in between. Children as young as 5 years old could possibly join this activity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A – Adventurous and the pace is a mixture of both leisure and brisk trekking while carrying at least 4 days’ backpack/rucsac over very undulating terrain. Children as young as possibly 12 years old could join this activity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it ya happened to be reading this and &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; interested, please do lemme know, alrighty? For more information, here's the webbie: &lt;a href="http://www.ubat.com.my/trips.html"&gt;http://www.ubat.com.my/trips.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7298351920741057349?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7298351920741057349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7298351920741057349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7298351920741057349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7298351920741057349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/survival-is-dying-art.html' title='Survival is a Dying Art...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnppgKPjLII/AAAAAAAAALY/ffk6nOXGWqw/s72-c/aloneinjungle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-8205417750669172486</id><published>2009-08-04T15:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:08:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Himalayas in Nepal!</title><content type='html'>Took my medication and supposed to be in bed now snoring away. However, I ended up searching on the web for more details on Himalayas of Nepal. Just a couple of hours ago, I was watching some Taiwanese travelling guide show on ChU, the episode featured Himalayas of Nepal. The scenery up on the mountain was spectacular! Especially the sunrise... When the golden rays hit the mountain top, explodes a spectrum of wonderful colours. Can ya imagine being there yourself to experience it? It definitely gonna look a thousand, million times better than what the camera could capture. Ahhhh.... So here are the details that I've gathered so far. Just gotta research more on the price and look for passionate trekking khakis! ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of Himalayas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Himalayas is a group of mountainous regions located in South Asia - Pakistan, India, Bhutan, Tibet, and Nepal. It dominates the list of highest mountains in the world! Himalayas includes the highest mountain Mt. Everest of Nepal (8850m / 29035ft). Himalaya of Nepal means, the Himalayan mountains located in this country. In sanskirt Himalayas means "abode of snow". Himalayas not only includes the snow-capped heavenly mountains but also the surrounding green and scenic valleys which lie in its path and on it's base, which people often forget. You will often hear the word Himal, which is a Nepali word, a short term popularly used for the snow-capped mountains or just for the word Himalaya. Himals are national assets of Nepal. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and... did ya know that Nepal has more than 200 mountains over 6000 meter height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, my main concern and also my biggest worry is AMS. What does AMS stand for and how bad can it get? This is the information the webbie provided me with. Just for sharing... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS)&lt;/strong&gt; is particularly a important medical consideration while trekking in Nepal. Altitude sickness means the effect of altitude on those who ascend too rapidly to elevation above 3000 m.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nausea, vomiting&lt;br /&gt;Loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia / Sleeplessness&lt;br /&gt;Persistent headache&lt;br /&gt;Dizziness, lightheadedness, confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Disorientation, drunken gait.&lt;br /&gt;Weakness, fatigue, lassitude, heavy legs.&lt;br /&gt;Slight swelling of hands and face&lt;br /&gt;Breathlessness and breathing irregularity&lt;br /&gt;Reduced urine output. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've experienced it myself before during my climb at Mount. Kinabalu. It was horrible... Ya know that your fitness is there but there was nothing much ya could do when AMS kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I'm doing up this entry, I'm still searching for information on Himalayas. Just trying to search for one of the simplest trek there and of shorter duration. Seems like the shortest trek they offer is up to 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, after hours of consideration, here's the top 5 I have on my list. Heehee... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Annapurna Sanctuary Trek&lt;/strong&gt; (Base camp trek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf3q3tLaRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TG8tEI2bh1A/s1600-h/annapurna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366029796915243282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf3q3tLaRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TG8tEI2bh1A/s320/annapurna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duration: 15 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Level: 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Everest Trek&lt;/strong&gt; (not Everest climb itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf4FjICc6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Bc8xTaD1Zzg/s1600-h/everest+trekking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366030255247225762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf4FjICc6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Bc8xTaD1Zzg/s320/everest+trekking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duration: 12 days&lt;br /&gt;- Level: 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Langtang Jugal Himal Trek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf40SvuLaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DIQOXGJCWDk/s1600-h/jugal+himal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366031058304118178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf40SvuLaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DIQOXGJCWDk/s320/jugal+himal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Duration: 11 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Level: 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Shivapuri Trek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf5QiOK3cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3T5_kW-_ypw/s1600-h/shivapuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366031543494696386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf5QiOK3cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3T5_kW-_ypw/s320/shivapuri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Duration: 7 days&lt;br /&gt;- Level: 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ama Dablam Base Camp Trek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf5tPI79lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/K09iELeCyaU/s1600-h/ama+dablam+base+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366032036588680786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf5tPI79lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/K09iELeCyaU/s320/ama+dablam+base+camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Duration: 11 days&lt;br /&gt;- Level: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all folks! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8205417750669172486?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8205417750669172486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8205417750669172486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8205417750669172486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8205417750669172486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/himalayas-in-nepal.html' title='The Himalayas in Nepal!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Snf3q3tLaRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TG8tEI2bh1A/s72-c/annapurna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2319754056229614576</id><published>2009-08-03T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:14:12.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 patients ahead of me when I visited Lily Aw this morning. Everyone was there for flu, fever, cough, sore throat and whatnot. For me, it was for my disgustingly terrible infection. It's so bad that my legs look like they're rotting away. Honestly, I feel sickened even looking at 'em myself. Oh, today's the first time I saw Lily Aw in a really long time. If I remember correctly, it has been 5 yrs or so? She's never in when I'm there. So, I expected her to prescribe me with just some cream to apply. When she told me she needed to gimme a jab, my jaw dropped halfway down to the max. it could've gone. &lt;em&gt;Hello?&lt;/em&gt; It's just infections! Do I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need a jab?? And so, the jab cost me 15bucks. Ouch! I feel the pinch, not literally though. Prescription included medications like antibiotics and anti-itch cream which apparently causes drowsiness (?!). &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZh5jzoSYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dwZyKRzYB9A/s1600-h/EEKS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365583647550753154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZh5jzoSYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dwZyKRzYB9A/s320/EEKS!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out my sexy rotting legs. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZiirXqJrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LpTWBcFFkp0/s1600-h/030820093509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365584353955554994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZiirXqJrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LpTWBcFFkp0/s320/030820093509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The meds and cream. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn! I'm starting to feel a lil drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a total of 84bucks in just a morning. 59bucks for the consultation and meds, 24bucks from what I bought while shopping at the market place. The market place does have a lot to buy, everything's so cheap. Singapore is blessed to have someone like me contributing to the economics so often. Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZi7O97qoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Da2xRbqXF3E/s1600-h/030820093511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365584775828187778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZi7O97qoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Da2xRbqXF3E/s320/030820093511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The skirt, colourful undies and hair accessories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought from the market place! Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Birdy's away for his hall camp. Met up with him for breakfast before he meets up with his GL at Pasir Ris. I shall stay home and nurse my infections while he's away... Alrighty, time for a short nap! Tata! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2319754056229614576?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2319754056229614576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2319754056229614576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2319754056229614576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2319754056229614576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-patients-ahead-of-me-when-i-visited.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SnZh5jzoSYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dwZyKRzYB9A/s72-c/EEKS!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5717787998055547248</id><published>2009-07-16T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:06:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no. I did something terrible... by mistake though. I'm praying hard that I'll be forgiven. So for now, I'll just appear offline on MSN. I don't wanna be confronted. Whoopsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm fell sick 2 days back. Had a fever while at Birdy's place. Thought that it went down and I'll be fine the next day. Apparently not. My cough became worse. Put aside my stubbornness and visited the doc. I was given a mask while waiting for consultation. I paid 41bucks just for cough, sore throat, slight flu and fever. Sigh. Things are getting so so expensive these days. *yawn* The meds are taking effect on me now. Gotta sleep! Sweet dreams, world! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sl9BY-aA7jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WiuaKPZV3Ds/s1600-h/150720093454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073978918956594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sl9BY-aA7jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WiuaKPZV3Ds/s320/150720093454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my mask. The doc told me to self quarantine myself so as to safeguard others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5717787998055547248?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5717787998055547248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5717787998055547248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5717787998055547248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5717787998055547248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sl9BY-aA7jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WiuaKPZV3Ds/s72-c/150720093454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-8083550357369300051</id><published>2009-07-14T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:33:35.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyooo... My goodness! I thought I was more of a tea person all the while, till I tried a sip of ginseng chrysanthamum tea. Just picture a scene from a cartoon, where the character's face turns from a normal shade to purple. That was what happened to me. Well, Birdy's mum said that it's good for the throat, I guess I don't have a choice. *holds my breath and gulpppp* I'm just ilding my time away waiting for Birdy to return from his driving. Tick tock tick tock... It's kinda cool to hang out with boyfriend's mum. Helped her out with her grocery shopping and start to realise that all mums are good at saving. Ooh... Birdy's back! Tata! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8083550357369300051?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8083550357369300051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8083550357369300051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8083550357369300051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8083550357369300051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/07/aiyooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2378992629685108776</id><published>2009-07-14T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:16:48.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of planning stuff and end up every soul who showed interest initially withdraw at the very last minute. At least have the courtesy to lemme know beforehand and not only when I ask. I feel like I can only get a certain answer from ya ppl when I pester and pester. Sigh. I used to hate it when ppl don't reply to my messages. Now what I hate more is when ppl tell me "I consider first and get back to ya ok?" and not getting back to me till I call. Why is this bunch of friends so... undecisive. It's tough to plan things for ya all man. I feel nothing else but disappointment. Our Malacca trip dragged and dragged till it was canceled. And now this Penang/Langkawi trip. Pls LAHH ppl, be a lil more understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2378992629685108776?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2378992629685108776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2378992629685108776' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2378992629685108776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2378992629685108776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sick-of-planning-stuff-and-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3569152764814532857</id><published>2009-07-11T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:00:38.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! A whole lot of things happened lately. And yippee! It's raining now. I love it when it rains... but only when I'm not stranded somewhere outside of course. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tahan-ed G. Tahan. I can't show how proud I am of myself man. Lol! Lotsa struggles, mentally and physically. Shan't elaborate further cuz it'd only bring back bad memories. Let's just say that I've completed this trek and happy as can be! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Started using my bday present.. The timbuk bag. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoying my life and my just blossomed love life. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. Met up with FOOT '09 freshies and well, no cute guys spotted. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter's showing on the tv now. Finally a proper show on tv on a Saturday night! For the past 2 hours, there weren't ANY shows worth watching. Haha... Gonna go out to meet Huihui and gang later. Tata, world (in advance)! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3569152764814532857?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3569152764814532857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3569152764814532857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3569152764814532857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3569152764814532857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-whole-lot-of-things-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-5427155174957388558</id><published>2009-06-30T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:40:12.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fear of no one remembering my bday is completely gone. I had a blast for this yr's bday man! Lotsa celebrations with different friends. I feel so loved and blessed. Thank you everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start packing for my Tahan trip now. And my trip is later this evening! Ahhhhh!! Why am i so unprepared, can someone pls tell me? Haha! Shan't procrastinate further. 1. Eat breakfast. 2. Go get stamp and post out the card for Birdy. 3. Pack for Tahan trip! 4. Get extra cam batt from Peifen! YAY! Hope this Tahan trip will be an enjoyable one! God bless! See ya in 10 days' time, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5427155174957388558?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5427155174957388558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5427155174957388558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5427155174957388558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5427155174957388558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-fear-of-no-one-remembering-my-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3497475323531127226</id><published>2009-06-25T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:01:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling a tinge of sadness in me. Meion's leaving for Australia on the second week of July. I didn't even get to hear it from her myself, had to hear it from Huihui. Oh well, just gotta blame myself for being late. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meion, if ya ever read this, I just wanna let ya know that I'll miss ya terribly when ya're there (I choose not to say when ya're gone). Times when we'd gossip for hours, laugh at the dumbest things ever, shop till we drop, the endless conversations and FUN. *hugs* Looking on the brighter sider, there's sucha thing called MSN messenger! Oh wait, and Skype! We can always say 'hello!' via webcam! Yayness to technology! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've been a happy girl lately. This is what I've been looking for... the sense of security, contentment and love. Thank you... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3497475323531127226?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3497475323531127226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3497475323531127226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3497475323531127226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3497475323531127226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-tinge-of-sadness-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-7409825463183497996</id><published>2009-06-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:36:03.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... Have been in an impatient mood since yesterday. Everything seems to get on my nerves really easily lately. I'd choose to blame it on the weather. *shrugs* Had a mini bday celebration with MJODAC bunch... Well, it was a pretty sad celebration cuz only a few turned up. Even the organiser didn't come. I'm not trying to complain, just whining. I guess it's just that nobody bothers bout my bday. Since I've been the one organising all these bday celebrations, when it comes to mine, there won't be anyone doing the job. Unless, I'm thick-skinned enough to plan for myself. No, wait. That's not thick-skinned, that's called pathetic. Thank goodness those who turned up made up for the bad attendance. Thanks for the bday card and the watch! Love itttt... It really warmed my heart to see those bday wishes and effort made to come down to ECP. Well, my other friends? I don't wish to think bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu is getting to my head, making me all drowsy and light-headed. Birdy didn't seem to respond when I indirectly told him that I'm sick. Wow, ya SURE care A LOT bout me! I guess he has his own stuff at hands that are making him so busy everyday. Nevermind, I shall be less petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe that I agreed to go out with ZJ today. He asked me out for movies in a super indirectly and skilful method. I feel like he wants to be part of my life once again, after this long while... I caught him stealing glances of me. Okay, that's besides the point. Well, he always return at the wrong time. A lil too late, ZJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time for bed. My head's spinning right roundddd... Haha! Good night, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7409825463183497996?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7409825463183497996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7409825463183497996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7409825463183497996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7409825463183497996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8100096966701456628</id><published>2009-06-12T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:35:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't take it anymore. Kinda cried a bit. It's a really shit feeling to be telling him the words he hates to hear. And he's not even hearing it from her, but me. I feel like crap for breaking his heart. I shouldn't have gotten myself too involved in this whole situation and let her do the talking. Busybody me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8100096966701456628?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8100096966701456628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8100096966701456628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8100096966701456628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8100096966701456628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-couldnt-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8925396600189549347</id><published>2009-06-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:10:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to be stuck in the middle. I'm suppose to act like I know nothing bout the whole situation in front of him. It's torturous to be unable to give advice when I know everything cuz I have to continue with the pretence. He's going to make things clear to the girl. I know it wouldn't work out, he knows it himself too. But still, he's gonna give it a go. Worst of all, he said that he'd disappear from the group completely if the confession fails. It's bound to fail. I don't wanna witness this happening. Both are my friends. It's stressing me out pretty badly. On the girl's side, I'm glad that I'm helping her. On the guy's side, I feel completely horrible for not being of any help. Sigh. This is killing me, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8925396600189549347?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8925396600189549347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8925396600189549347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8925396600189549347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8925396600189549347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-sucks-to-be-stuck-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1950283893990976815</id><published>2009-06-06T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:44:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, it's your birthday today. Happy happy 21st birthday, ZJ! Well, that's if ya ever get to read this. Just a note to myself, I'm officially moving on with my life from today onwards. I'm letting go of ya. I'm letting go of whatever's leftover. I'm letting go of the memories and hope I've been holding onto so dearly all this while. Good luck to ya for your future and same goes with mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1950283893990976815?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1950283893990976815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1950283893990976815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1950283893990976815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1950283893990976815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-its-your-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-1081784831471010064</id><published>2009-05-30T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:32:14.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody F! Why is it that everyone around me are getting so annoying lately? Pissing the sh*t outta me! ARGHHHH!!!! And what's worse is that I can't show 'em how annoyed I am!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ya all just freaking reply my msg-es! I don't send out msg-es hoping for NO replies OKAY! I've told ya all a million zillion gazillion times that it'd be GOOD if ya were to reply my msg-es!!! I don't think I sounded like I was joking. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent ya 2 msg-es at one go asking about different things and it's not very smart of ya to reply only to one. Only when I probe about the other question, then ya reply me. NOT SMART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will ya all be more committed, please?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP asking me for opinions about everyone's bday presents! Why won't ya ask SOMEONE ELSE!! And I HATE to do the msg-ing. I'm SURE ya can find SOMEONE ELSE to do it!! I'm NOT as free as ya think I am! It has come to the extent that I don't wish to talk to ya online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about serious matters, can ya all just listen and not intercept with retarded and meaningless suan-ings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I feel much better now. It's not easy to be nice to everyone. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1081784831471010064?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1081784831471010064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1081784831471010064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1081784831471010064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1081784831471010064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloody-f-why-is-it-that-everyone-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2318289285199265743</id><published>2009-05-26T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:24:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am again. Whenever I feel insecure and down, I'd always be here. I think I need to hang out in big groups all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be heard but it seems like everyone's too absorbed in their own lives and problems. Since others have their own share of woes, I shouldn't bother 'em with my share. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Gene on MSN and decided to show my concern about what has happened to him lately. He still appears to be pretty upset over it. Listened to him attentively and provided him with the best advice I could come up with. Somehow, I feel that the girl who has messed with his heart reminds me a lot of myself. I felt that I could relate to her and I hate what she's doing to Gene. I hate myself for being guilty of committing those myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lend him my listening ear, hoping that he'd listen to me rant about my own issues too. But he left straight after he was done with his ranting. People only wanna be heard. Who'd want to hear what others has to say? It's not even any of their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold hard truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to see ya again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2318289285199265743?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2318289285199265743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2318289285199265743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2318289285199265743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2318289285199265743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4552315789285576675</id><published>2009-05-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:03:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh... Life's been moving fast fast fast lately. Before I know it, it's been almost a month into my well-deserved holidays. Enjoyed every single moment of my holidays life! Woohoo! "I'm lovin it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't exactly do well for my exams. Dwelled upon it for quite some time but I'm over it now. Gonna work hard for the coming sem! Life is too short for me to spend time feeling miserable for myself. Buck upppp! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4552315789285576675?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4552315789285576675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4552315789285576675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4552315789285576675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4552315789285576675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7182420473237926406</id><published>2009-05-11T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:42:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my oh my...</title><content type='html'>Oh my oh my... I'm dying from hunger. While waiting for my dinner to be served (oh, I sound like some taitai, don't I?), shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out almost everyday ever since the sch term has ended. I think I'm meeting up with my MJODAC peeps every other week for some birthday celebrations. I'm kinda glad that the family spirit is still there. At least for me? So, we celebrated Momo's birthday at Clarke Quay and passed Gladys her Holga earlier that day. Hope they both liked their presents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned from my evening jog an hour ago and mannn... There's double the number of joggers on the street today compared to usual days. And can someone tell me why aren't there any cute guys among those joggers? *ponders* Haha! No, I'm just joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, never eat anything spicy before ya go for a run. Ya'll feel your stomach churning and bubbling like a cauldron of boiling substance. I felt my spicy fried chicken hopping up and down in my stomach during my run today. It's no doubt a horrible feeling. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Just a random thought. While bathing, I was wondering why I don't seem to shed any weight even though I jog more than thrice per week. Reasons being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I eat A LOT. More than I exercise.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't care about my diet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love desserts! Ice-cream! Sugar! Fats!&lt;br /&gt;4. My running pace has been stagnant for long.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have a good sleeping pattern.&lt;br /&gt;6. I secretly eat late in the night. (and guilty for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup! That's all! I'm grateful that I don't like choco. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7182420473237926406?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7182420473237926406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7182420473237926406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7182420473237926406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7182420473237926406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='Oh my oh my...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-3090291908360380598</id><published>2009-05-07T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:00:45.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I typed a whole lot of stuff and it suddenly disappeared. Great. Things are sooo going my way lately. I'm over the stage of anger. I feel numb now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why it's so hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;Not over you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that describes how I feel right now. Or rather, how I've been feeling since... since that very day. I sent out a message to him 2 nights ago and till now, I have yet to receive any replies. Oh well, I suppose that's how things work. When ya're not of any significant importance to someone anymore, don't expect the same treatment as from before. Instant late night replies, goodluck messages, good night messages. Nope, none of these anymore. Thinking about it, makes me feel empty and insecure. Be strong, SF... I should stop acting like a pathetic lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Tamp1 with Jan 2 days ago before heading down to town. First impression was "WAH! Huge! Brightly lighted!". Only explored Tamp1 last night with Birdy. And my conclusion now is that there's really nothing much over at Tamp1. I'd prefer TM and CS to Tamp1 anytime. I wonder what was the big hoo-ha all about. Haha! But I think they should get credits for the level with all the sports shop. I like! :) Still, I prefer places which I'm more familiar with and places with memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MSN contacts have been completely wiped out. Sad. Thanks Birdy for trying to help me with it. I feel lethargic all day long when I'm home. Bored. I'm a book with no depth. Sigh. Random thoughts. Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3090291908360380598?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3090291908360380598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3090291908360380598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3090291908360380598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3090291908360380598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-typed-whole-lot-of-stuff-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-3298245910654876143</id><published>2009-05-03T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:51:56.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! My blood's boiling! Just because I've done it before, now I have to do it again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, I've planned two surprise birthday celebrations. And because of that, now Jav expects me to be in charge of all the bday celebrations and presents. He was asking if I could message the rest to ask who wants to chip in for Gladys' present. Others might not know it but I don't like to constantly bother people with my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: We're still short of $100 for Gladys' present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So... what ya gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ya ask if the rest wants to chip in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me again? I've been sending out lots of messages. Can I not do it this time? Why not ya do the messaging instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Nvm. Maybe I'll just cover the $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why pay for it when ya can ask the rest to chip in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: It's not nice. It's like demanding money from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, thanks man! So it's OKAY for ME to DEMAND money from people, huh? Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jav's a really nice and sincere person. But sometimes... I just feel... used. Previously, I was having exams and he kept talking to me over MSN about Birdy's bday celebration, Cheryl's bday present, Gladys' bday present, MH's bday present, Mel's bday present, Momo's bday present. Can ya imagine how I felt then? I had to study and give him ideas at the same time. I have a life of my own!! ARGHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish that others would stop expecting too much from me. I do get tired. And some other times, I hate myself for not knowing how to say "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3298245910654876143?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3298245910654876143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3298245910654876143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3298245910654876143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3298245910654876143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/arghhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4330856465387606025</id><published>2009-05-02T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:49:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially kissed it goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Exams' OVERRRRR!! Officially kissed it goodbye on 29th April 2009, 11.30am!! Okay, actually I bidded it goodbye half an hour early 'cause I stopped writing on my exam script at 11am. Not that I gave up on it but my mind was too preoccupied by thoughts of celebrating the end of exams, which means the start of holidays! HAHA! Oh, and that I didn't know how to do the rest of the small parts to the exam questions. Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main highlights since the start of my holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahh, sense the excitement in my voice? heehee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caught The Origin of Wolverine with Kelbert, RQ and Julia at PS straight after my last paper!&lt;br /&gt;2. Went shopping (finally!!) in Town!&lt;br /&gt;3. Mambo-ed with Kelbert, Sansan, Wenting, zQ and some new friends! Wow, all happened within a day!&lt;br /&gt;4. Headed back hall and went out for supper with Shouzhi!&lt;br /&gt;5. Packed all my stuff in hall.&lt;br /&gt;6. Played game over at Shouzhi's room.&lt;br /&gt;7. Reached home, slept. A short nap after being awake for 32 solid hours. Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;8. Unpacked all my stuff and tidied up my room. Yayness to my neat room and desk now! :)&lt;br /&gt;9. Jav's bday celebration over at his place. Guitar hero madness!&lt;br /&gt;10. ODAC BBQ later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have start, guess ya'll see less of me here now! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4330856465387606025?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4330856465387606025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4330856465387606025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4330856465387606025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4330856465387606025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/05/officially-kissed-it-goodbye.html' title='Officially kissed it goodbye!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7793929790021198774</id><published>2009-04-28T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:53:31.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling warms my heart.</title><content type='html'>Ahh... Been doing a lot of thinking these days. Accompanied with a hell lot of day-dreaming. I know I should be studying instead, but it just seems like my mind would much prefer drifting away to somewhere else.. somewhere far... somewhere... disconnected from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was reminiscing the good ol' day while browsing through all the old photos on my lappie last night. I miss everyone even though some of 'em have almost completely disappeared from my life now. Sometimes, when the friendship has drifted apart, I wouldn't know what to do other than letting it drift further. Till, maybe one fine day we wouldn't even remember existing in each other's lives before. At least I can avoid the awkwardness of trying to salvage the friendship by talking and acting like we're still really close even when we're not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of the friendship talk. I'm already contented enough to have all the friends I have right now. Even though we might not meet up often, but there's still this certain bond that exist between us when we do see each other. That feeling warms my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta get back to revision! My final lap before my last paper tomorrow morning, which marks the end of my life as a year 2 student. Officially! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7793929790021198774?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7793929790021198774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7793929790021198774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7793929790021198774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7793929790021198774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-feeling-warms-my-heart.html' title='That feeling warms my heart.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4799096702512773804</id><published>2009-04-27T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:59:02.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new old phone!</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted a touchscreen phone ever since the first touchpanel phone was launched! And now I own one! HTC-don't-kn0w-which-model! Yipee! My bro picked it up in the cab while searching for his friend's phone in the backseat. It was rather dark in the cab, so my bro searched by touch and ... &lt;em&gt;"ehh.. how come got two phone?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* "I have a new old phone! I have a new old phone!" It still looks pretty new to me. No scratches, no nothing. And best of all, the phone doesn't contain much files/photos and whatnot. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying myself typing away using a stylo stylus! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to books. :( *change in mood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like the way ya make me feel like a small girl. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4799096702512773804?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4799096702512773804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4799096702512773804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4799096702512773804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4799096702512773804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-new-old-phone.html' title='I have a new old phone!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6011722221121004707</id><published>2009-04-24T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:18:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I call a fooked up day...</title><content type='html'>Horrible horrible weather is killing me! What's with the weather these days? Scorching hot sun or almost a thunderstorm? I hate the sun when it's so strong that it'd swelter me the moment its UV rays hit my skin. Plus, I have active sweat glands. So, sun and me, don't go well. Unless, I'm doing sports. I hate the strong wind (sometimes accompanied with HUGE droplets of rain) when I'm out without an umbrella and worst of all, wearing a skirt! Definitely, a peek-a-boo for guys out there! Hmm, ever thought of it that it could be that dooms day is coming? I mean, just look at the crazy weather! Those are the signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weather today was pretty alright. But it still bothered me to no end 'cause I was lugging two humongous bags all the way from Boonlay to Pasir Ris. Yes, it felt as though I travelled the world with my two bulky bags. Long train rides are definitely giving me a terrible strained neck. And the OTTO massage chair my dad brought in isn't of any help! Instead of massaging my neck, it's massaging my skull. Sad to have a short torso. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to get a complete set of waterbag and water bladder today, for future use on adventure races or biking events. Walked all the way up to highest level of JP so I could get the things from the shop selling outdoor gears. To my horror (and anger!), the shop has closed down. &lt;a href="mailto:%^#@#@$#$^%^$"&gt;"%^#@#@$#$^%^$&lt;/a&gt;" best describes how I felt then. Weaved through the crowd (yes, I'm afraid of big big crowds when I'm alone) only to find the shop closed! FOOOOOOOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, decided not to search for the waterbag anymore and headed home. But I remembered that there's a new stall at Pasir Ris interchange which specially sells items for army guys. Yipeee! But still, went through a hassle to get the waterbladder there. Pathetically, I was only left with $19.70 after getting my lunch and the bladder costs $22. The old man vendor was outright stubborn and unkind, and insisted that I withdraw money from the ATM machine which was situated 300m away from his stall! On the other hand, his helper, a younger man, was sooo much nicer than the old man. He apologised profusely that they had to make me go through so much trouble just to purchase it, and that they couldn't cut down the price. So, I said "Ok" with my most composed voice, I didn't want to show my annoyance in front of 'em. Withdrew $20 just to pay for the $2.30 excess. Sigh. This is what I call a fooked up day! When I was heading back to the shop, the younger helper was waiting for me with my bags 100m away from the shop. "I knew ya're in a hurry, so here are your things. :)" That changed my mood 180degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU AdRace tomorrow! Wheeeee! Off to study for my last paper now! Gotta do well, if not I'm done for! Tata, world! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6011722221121004707?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6011722221121004707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6011722221121004707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6011722221121004707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6011722221121004707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-i-call-fooked-up-day.html' title='This is what I call a fooked up day...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7176037556773197543</id><published>2009-04-22T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:18:55.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I that simple?</title><content type='html'>I don't like to be chosen by people. The thoughts of &lt;em&gt;"Am I good enough?"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Am I better than others?"&lt;/em&gt; would always surface in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent almost an hour talking to Jav and Birdy on MSN regarding the Malacca trip they're planning for us during this coming holidays. Yes, one hour burned on the longgg discussion. Should've been studying instead of participating in the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, somehow I was made to feel lousy. Don't get me wrong, no one did it intentionally, of course. I was probably thinking too much and reading too much into things. Again. So much so, I told Birdy "Alright, I shall sacrifice myself. I think ya all would enjoy MH's company more." Initially, I did that to show my unhappiness towards the decision made. But after much thinking, that wasn't right of me to behave in that way no matter how crossed I was. They definitely do not deserve that from me. And saying that, Birdy sensed that I felt like the second best in the whole scenario. He replied, "I know how you feel. Sometimes I'm numb to it but some other times I'm not." It was hard for me to believe that he knew how I felt at that very moment, thus, obviously I said the cliche, "Ya won't know how I feel." and added a &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt; to lighten the tone a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole conversation ended with me telling 'em "Err.. Sorry. I think I'm not going anymore. I realised my timetable is quite hard for ya all to accommodate with. Anyway, thanks for planning it! :)" Birdy replied with a one liner -- "You're a silly girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, it seems like he's able to read me through and through. Am I &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; simple? Or am I too predictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall ponder on that. But then again, I probably should spend my time studying first. 20 hours more to my next paper! Have faith, Shufen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, my lovely world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7176037556773197543?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7176037556773197543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7176037556773197543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7176037556773197543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7176037556773197543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-that-simple.html' title='Am I that simple?'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3254994125561831208</id><published>2009-04-20T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:29:41.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy!</title><content type='html'>Ooh... Good morning, world! This is one of the rare chances where I wake up early. Left a note for my mum telling her to wake me up at 7am, so I could pack my stuff and return to hall early to have more time for revision. Well, my mum is my best alarm clock, but she'd always wake me up, leaving me in a state of shock. Ya should listen to her yelling and experience her whackings (on the thigh..ouch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to school and thank goodness, I managed to avoid the morning crowd. Just a lil later and I think I wouldn't even be able to find a seat on the train. Anyway, do I have to feel guilty for sitting on the priority seats? I know  it's reserved for the elderly, the 2-lives-in-1 and the physically challenged (yes, i don't wish to call 'em handicapped). But but but... often than not, people would tend to avoid these seats, thus leaving 'em unoccupied and using my common sense, I should get those seats since they're empty! Right? Okay, nevermind about that. I do give out my seats to those who needs it more than I do. That's if I'm awake on the train. Most of the time, I'm in the concussed state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my breakfast over at Yakun. I don't usually take breakfast as I can never make it in time for it. My day doesn't start till noon, and that's considered as one of the earliest days. Anyways, had butter&amp;amp;sugar toast and tea to fill my tummy. &lt;em&gt;"Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy!"&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS! I JUST DETECTED A &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; IN MY ROOM! BUZZ OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 mins later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bee was hovering around me! I had thoughts of smacking it with my huge stack of notes, but didn't know if I should attack if before it attacks me. I knew I had to open the door and windows to lure it out. After buzzing around in my room here and there and everywhere else but outside my room, it flew out from the door. PHEW! What an episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was talking bout breakfast at Yakun. The last time I had my meal there was with Jamie. Aww... I miss him! The idiot who left us for US (ehh sounds cool, left us for US. haha!) this semester, so that he could go for exchange before his GPA drops. $#^&amp;amp;##@ And it seems like he's having the time of his life over there. Unlike us. :( Oh wait, he's coming back to visit in few days' time! YAY!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to hit the books! I do wish i meant it literally, so that I could smack the books real hard for revenge! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterssss! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SevdHrHQFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f4vhIW7w8qY/s1600-h/200420092980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326594108197705490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SevdHrHQFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f4vhIW7w8qY/s320/200420092980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A humongous moth! My daily muses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ya just love its symmetry? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3254994125561831208?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3254994125561831208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3254994125561831208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3254994125561831208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3254994125561831208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummy-yummy-yummy-ive-got-love-in-my.html' title='Yummy yummy yummy, I&apos;ve got love in my tummy!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SevdHrHQFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f4vhIW7w8qY/s72-c/200420092980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-7097898328320716478</id><published>2009-04-19T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:17:21.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push your body to your limits!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Back from my first official run ever since I twisted my foot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months... 2 solid months which I had to make myself stay away from any form of strenuous exercise, and of course my love -- &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt;. That was the advice given by Geoff. Since he's the guru for sprains, I'd better listen to him before I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the usual route from my place to Sunplaza Park and back. It's approximately 6km from my estimation. My run started off pretty alright, good pace, good breathing, good landing. Bouts of sharp pain only hit me when I reached 200m. Can ya imagine? I just began running and the pain just came so timely. Argh! But well, pain isn't something that I've never been through before. I decided to continue and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, I was already running towards the bridge of the park connector. By then, the pain has already subsided, so I decided to give it a go. Off I went to conquer that 2 major upslopes of the bridge! On my way up, I got reminded by what Geoff said bout adrenaline, how it would numb pain. I have to say that every part of the route was a challenge to me; someone who hasn't exercised in 2 months and has a recovering foot to keep in mind. &lt;em&gt;Push your body to your limits!&lt;/em&gt; was the thought that kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, TA-DA! I'm home! 60mins. That was how long it took me to complete the usual route; it's around 10mins slower than my usual pace. But who cares! I'm proud of myself for even being able to finish without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checks my foot* Okie, no noticeable swellings detected! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This run I had today is going to keep me cheery for the coming week! 'Cause it marks the start of my running routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7097898328320716478?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7097898328320716478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7097898328320716478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7097898328320716478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7097898328320716478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/push-your-body-to-your-limits.html' title='Push your body to your limits!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1502812691751045060</id><published>2009-04-19T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:29:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decolourized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeruoMYPbnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yaR-7NtUeTo/s1600-h/Free_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326331883604110962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeruoMYPbnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yaR-7NtUeTo/s320/Free_Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun's hiding, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sceneries don't look as beautiful as before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything seems decolourized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life doesn't feel as colourful as before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything seems decolourized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dull. Tasteless. Bland. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1hr. Counting down to my first proper jogging session after close to 2 months of complete exercise-free life. I've been giving my foot ample rest and time for recuperation. Don't fail me, foot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the protein tablet takes so long to neutralize the protein on my lens? 4hrs! *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1502812691751045060?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1502812691751045060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1502812691751045060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1502812691751045060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1502812691751045060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/decolourized.html' title='Decolourized.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeruoMYPbnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yaR-7NtUeTo/s72-c/Free_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-9030762623116653535</id><published>2009-04-17T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:42:08.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>Joan: What is &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Love is something unforgettable, once ya've experienced it. It's something which makes your heart lonely and empty when ya're without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Really? Is love passion? Is it the understanding between two souls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm... there's different kinds of love. But ultimately, love is the understanding between two souls, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: What about love at first sight? There's no understanding involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's lust then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: (showed me a link of a drama serial about a gay couple) It seems like what they have is so pure. So mutual. So, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually... Love can be anything. It's what your heart wants it to be, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Wow. It makes complete sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what is love to ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: It's a feeling of absolute certainty that everything is finally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's the sense of security I get...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-9030762623116653535?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/9030762623116653535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=9030762623116653535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9030762623116653535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/9030762623116653535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6246687432634202369</id><published>2009-04-17T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:17:07.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozzie's love...</title><content type='html'>BOOYAH! Slacked half of the day away. And now I'm still guiltlessly trying to slack the other half away. But but... It's a &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;! *whinesss* Shouldn't I be out partying? Or just OUT (of sch), at least? Guess that's not the way things work when it's exams period. Oh well... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten more minutes to the end of my slack mode. (i hope) I think I've gotten my punishment for not revising my work today -- 6 mosquitoe bites. I can conclude that I'm mozzie's love. Top favourite, in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse died on me 2 hours ago. Another punishment I reckon. :( Time to shop for a new mouse. &lt;em&gt;Squeak squeak&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, time to switch to mugger mode. &lt;strong&gt;Intensive&lt;/strong&gt; studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, world! (in advance) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6246687432634202369?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6246687432634202369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6246687432634202369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6246687432634202369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6246687432634202369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/mozzies-love.html' title='Mozzie&apos;s love...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4038591765399610982</id><published>2009-04-14T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:47:57.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was such a pleasant surprise... :)</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! I'm having my FIRST paper tomorrow! *shivers* 2 papers on the first day of my examination. And according to Yimian, I get to feel one night less of anxiety. *raise brows* Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was complaining to Birdy over MSN that I forgot to bring the $15 worth of tidbits to hall and that I'm currently suffering from withdrawal syndrome due to coffee. I didn't expect him to pop by my hall to pass me food! Thanks Birdy! It was sucha pleasant surprise... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeRM8HD9xsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xOODJjBPjwc/s1600-h/fooood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324465255030310594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeRM8HD9xsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xOODJjBPjwc/s320/fooood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey stars, vanilla wafer, half a dozen of Nescafe and candies. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Examsssss, here I come! I'm gonna show ya who's the boss! *RAHHHHH!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we're friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we're more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4038591765399610982?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4038591765399610982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4038591765399610982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4038591765399610982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4038591765399610982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-such-pleasant-surprise.html' title='It was such a pleasant surprise... :)'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SeRM8HD9xsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xOODJjBPjwc/s72-c/fooood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-5356490116531651237</id><published>2009-04-09T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:56:31.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those nights...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Typical day, did the same old mundane stuff (over and over) again. That's how my life has been lately. No amount of complaints can ever satisfy the whiny me. So, shall spare ya the zillion complaints I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of today was spent studying in Ruiquan's room. Tried ONE past year paper, which consists of FIVE questions, and that took me... *starts counting* 8 hours. Yupyup, and that equates to 1/3 of the day. That was how slow my progress was. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel a teeny weeny bit emotional right now. There's too many things on my mind right now that are bothering me to no end. I can't really lay my finger on the problems though. I guess it's just one of those nights when I'm all alone in my room and my imagination is left to run wild. Lots of random thoughts running in my head. It's driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was facebooking during EM lect today and stumbled upon Jamie's status on the news feed. It says "Am I who I am? Or am I what others perceive me to be?" I could relate to that so well. Way too well, in fact. I think I'm suffering from an identity crisis right now. Am still on the journey to self-discovery. Everyone should expect less of others and more of themselves. I'm tired of being what others &lt;em&gt;perceive&lt;/em&gt; me to be. I wish I was the quiet one in the group. Attention makes me feel uncomfortable all over sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish ya were here to give me advice on this matter. Ya have always been the wiser one. I hate myself for being this dependent. Obviously, I ought to get my life back to normal and live for myself. How long does it take for this heartache to go away? Ya were so sure that something wonderful has died and decided that it's your right to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, numb this heartache and I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; survive. Good night, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: From this very moment onwards, stop dropping by to look for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-5356490116531651237?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5356490116531651237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=5356490116531651237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5356490116531651237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/5356490116531651237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-one-of-those-nights.html' title='It&apos;s one of those nights...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4450597930985325048</id><published>2009-04-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:33:49.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiring tiring TIRING day! My legs are giving way from all the walking. To and fro along the stretch of road in Orchard. Finally, got Birdy his birthday gift after close to 3.5hours of walking. But I believe that Jav and I got Birdy the perfect gift!  Can never be happier! So, all the walking was worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was caught in the rain for 15 minutes before meeting Jav. Being the impatient me, I couldn't wait any longer, so I dashed across the road (yayness to my 100m sprint!) to get to City Hall MRT. Well, these days, ya can't possibly wait for a knight in shiny umbrella (not armour in this scenario) to come to your rescue when ya're caught in a rain. It just wouldn't happen. :/ My conclusion is that, all the gentlemen in the world has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't touch my HW102A reflection assignment today. Neither did I do any revision. I actually brought my Mind Over Stress notes out, but didn't get the chance to read 'em. Sigh. I'm sucha failure. No self-discipline, no sense of urgency. But I do sense an impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOD, please eliminate 15th, 16th, 23rd, 29th April outta this year's calender! Just fyi, God, these are my exam dates. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now! Not gonna pull an all-nighter today. Shall resume revision early tmr! Nightssss! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4450597930985325048?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4450597930985325048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4450597930985325048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4450597930985325048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4450597930985325048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiring-tiring-tiring-day-my-legs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-7852265332788270611</id><published>2009-04-04T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:39:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Strangers! :)</title><content type='html'>Ahh... I woke up to a growling stomach. Crawled outta bed clumsily and headed to the kitchen to find... ... NO FOOD! My worst nightmare ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to come online to blog since I don't think I can get back to sleep with an empty stomach. And yes, I refuse to eat instant noodles though my house has 4 different flavours of instant noodles. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good 7 solid hours of sleep. Woohoo! Last night was a crazy night for me, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ya ever tried going to 2 birthday parties within 5 hours span? Have ya ever tried going to 2 birthday parties within that 5 hours without even knowing the birthday boys? Yupyup, I tried it last night. I was supposed to just meet Birdy at Downtown so he could pass me my gift. He conveniently asked if I wanted to join him in his friend's birthday party over at Aloha. (aloha's a freaking inaccessible place man!! endless walking!) Since I had nothing (errr... besides revising for exams) much to do at home, I agreed to go. It was quite funny 'cause everyone thought that I was Birdy's girlfriend or something. Junming was there too and I think he really did liven up the atmosphere. Gotta know some new friends as well. AND I finally played Guitar Hero!! I upgraded from beginner's level to medium within half an hour! Call me Guitar Heroine! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Aloha around 11pm. After all the torment the birthday boy had to go through before he was allowed to cut the cake. Poor thing! Happy Birthday Kaixiang! :) (see! this is how strangers could become friends! lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going over to another friend's birthday. Ya wanna come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaa... Okay lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cabbed down from Aloha to Loyang. Another birthday party, another birthday boy whom I do not know. It's really quite hilaious man! I'm like a birthday party crasher. Ya know, how they'd call the people who go to weddings for free food, the wedding crashers. We were pretty late, so the 4 of us made a grand entrance where everyone stared when we came in through the door. :X I could tell how blur the birthday boy was when I wished him happy birthday with the ever so friendly voice like we've been friends since forever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old thing. Gotta know some new friends there. And when the existence of alcohol is so abundant (he had a table FULL of different alcohol. like some kinda alcohol buffet!), everyone became friends easily. (ya get what i mean) Yesterday was the first time I ever tried Flaming Lamborghini. Well, the flame made the drink looked extra special, so I was tempted to give it a try though Junming turned red after drinking it. The guy who was mixing the drink for me asked "Have ya drank this before?", I replied "Nope!". "All ya need to do is just drink it all up", he said with a lil chuckle in his voice. I nodded then gulpgulpgulpgulp. The next thing I know, I stood up and the WOOHOO! I FEEL SO HOT! feeling smacked me hard in my head. Well, for the record, it took 2 hours for the redness on my face (and body and every morsel of me) to subside a lil. I didn't know that flaming lambor is this strong. But I recalled that I drank a bit of vodka before that, so probably it was the effects of the vodka too. I wasn't drunk but I did giggled a bit more than usual after drinking. We sat around, waited for Junming to sober up a bit before we cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... What an exciting night! Kenneth, thanks for the endless supply of alcohol! Happy Birthday to ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH YAYYY!! My mum's back! And I smell FOOOOOD! My mum, my saviour! Hee! Latersss! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdbVFjLw6vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DfkXg2dTs60/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320674301105466098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdbVFjLw6vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DfkXg2dTs60/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my gift. It's a stamp. But somehow the person spelt "short" as "shor". Still, it's a perfect gift. :) Obviously, the girl's me and the bird on her head's Birdy. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for the gift, Birdy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7852265332788270611?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7852265332788270611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7852265332788270611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7852265332788270611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7852265332788270611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-strangers.html' title='Happy Birthday Strangers! :)'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdbVFjLw6vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DfkXg2dTs60/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6033001088169484397</id><published>2009-04-02T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:04:22.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Run 5km instead of 2.4km to pass NAPFA test"</title><content type='html'>Oh my! I just stumbled across this on facebook and had the urge to post it here! Ya know, urges come and go (unlike men's sexual urges which never leaves), so I'd better post it down before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a move to improve the physical fitness of Singaporeans, the National Physical Fitness Award (NAPFA) scheme just got harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought running 2.4km was hard, you now have to do 5km instead. Red Sports understands that some officials wanted to hold back Secondary 4 students from further studies if they failed but the idea was eventually dropped as “too draconian”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are Singaporeans, not Spartans,” said Ministry of Education spokesperson Mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wo Hern Fei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.The Ministry of Defence is understandably pleased that the standards for the NAPFA test is getting harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“2.4km is nothing,” said MINDEF spokesperson COL &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chin Chia Keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. “5km is the bare minimum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If wars are fought online, Singaporeans will win,” alluding to the penchant of Singaporeans to just sit and play online video games like Warcraft all day. “But we need real men!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cut off time for the 5km is understood to be 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anything longer than that is just walking,” said COL Chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students who make the mark will serve only one year and 10 months for National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to data from the Ministry of Education, the percentage of students passing NAPFA has been increasing steadily over the years, from 58% in 1992 to 74% in 1998, and further to 80% in 2007. This has led to comments that the NAPFA test is too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents are worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“5km? Are they mad? My boy cannot take the sun. It’s so hot in Singapore,” said a parent who didn’t want to be named in case MINDEF targets her boy. “I hope they allow them to run the 5km on a treadmill in an air-con gym.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polytechnic student &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhen Tian Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only had one thing to say, “Like that die lah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! That was an April Fool joke on RedSports.sg! I actually fell for it initially. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explains the names in BOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo Hern Fei =  I'm very fat. (in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Chin Chia Keen = Really fast. (in Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Tian Chi = Eat whole day long. (in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED APRIL FOOL DAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6033001088169484397?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6033001088169484397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6033001088169484397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6033001088169484397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6033001088169484397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-5km-instead-of-24km-to-pass-napfa.html' title='&quot;Run 5km instead of 2.4km to pass NAPFA test&quot;'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-813494670595970471</id><published>2009-04-02T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:26:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neoprints are treasures...</title><content type='html'>I was rummaging through my things searching for my USB cable for my handphone. Intended to transfer some photos from my phone to my lappie. So, I fished out my USB cable from this metal box I purchased from IKEA some time back. Inside the box contains a mini wallet. One glance at it brings back the nostalgic feeling. The wallet contains… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdSrjANr6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/c9KsKjflToo/s1600-h/020420092673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320065677672572946" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdSrjANr6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/c9KsKjflToo/s320/020420092673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE NEOPRINTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In case ya can’t tell how thick the stack of neoprints is, it’s... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320066052078364242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdSr4y--5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DNFbhFjp4ao/s320/020420092676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS &lt;/strong&gt;thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some of the neoprints are approximately 7 years old!! Yeah, that equates to the number of years a kid is allowed to study in a primary school till he/she gets kick outta school. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn… this is how cute I looked then! :) (refers to photo below) I think I was in secondary 3 then. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdStBsbFcPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QWFJimKykD8/s1600-h/020420092678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320067304447635698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdStBsbFcPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QWFJimKykD8/s320/020420092678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I personally love how my hair looks in the neoprint below! Oh my! Using the word "neoprint", makes me feel so secondary-school-ish. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320067443891966370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdStJz5NEaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fJoHBFSWhhI/s320/020420092675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yupyup, I do style my hair when I had shorter and trendier hair back then. I kinda miss my stylish short hair. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm... Ever wonder how much money I've spent in total for all these neoprints? No? Well, I did. I probably splurged most of my allowance on neoprints. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love the feeling I get when I look through all my old photos. These neoprints are treasures. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-813494670595970471?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/813494670595970471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=813494670595970471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/813494670595970471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/813494670595970471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/neoprints-are-treasures.html' title='Neoprints are treasures...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SdSrjANr6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/c9KsKjflToo/s72-c/020420092673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-4445394982061579739</id><published>2009-04-01T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:29:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do without you, Wiki?</title><content type='html'>What would I do without ya, WIKIPEDIA?? My saviour, Wikipedia! *worships*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour figuring out how to evaluate this complex integral. Tried integration by parts. Nope, didn't work. Asked Wenting, he told me an answer that lacks a term to it. Finally, Wikipedia-ed it up, and &lt;em&gt;VOILA&lt;/em&gt;! The &lt;strong&gt;ANSWERRRR&lt;/strong&gt;!! I feel so enlightened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a siesta for the entire day. -_- My morning was a complete madness; had EM test that squeezed every single drop of brainjuice outta me. I couldn't answer most of the questions. In fact, I only did write crap for 1/4 of a question outta the 2. I started revising for this test since last Thurs, but this is one of the test that makes me feel so strongly that "study like never study like that" (quoted from Ruiquan). Been working on my Stats Mech tutorial since afternoon. I'm feeling uber delirious now. Helpppp.... I'm drowning in a sea of complex integralsssss. (okay, ignore that.) I can see my dark circles ever so clearly when I look into the mirror now. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, ate KFC for dinner yesterday. Woohoo! Craving satisfied. *burp!* :) Thinking about it, I've been having fried chicken for the past few dinners. (i.e. fried lemon chicken, sour plum fried chicken, KFC) Watch your weight, Shufen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll finish up with the tutorial question I'm working on now. So that I can return to my room early and sleeeeep. Well... Good night, world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4445394982061579739?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4445394982061579739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4445394982061579739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4445394982061579739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4445394982061579739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-would-i-do-without-you-wiki.html' title='What would I do without you, Wiki?'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-4866648137721758168</id><published>2009-03-29T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:04:50.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A super hilarious conversation...</title><content type='html'>Birdy said he got me a gift from Vietnam but somehow it got damaged and it's distorted now. He seems pretty upset about it. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that we had this uber hilarious conversation! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was guessing what gift he bought for me 'cause he refused to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conv. copy-paste from MSN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: pls don't tell me it's a balding doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: no. its even better than that. though a balding doll would do fine i guess... thanks for giving me your birthday gift idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oie! if ya ever gimme a balding doll, i'll never ever talk to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: hmm mabbe i go buy a barbie doll then i'll tear out all but 3 strands of hair&lt;br /&gt;and like break and join back the legs so its shorter.. thinking too much into it. anw there you have your birthday gift. at least you wont be bugging me to tell you what i will be getting for you&lt;br /&gt;on your bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha... wth! nooooooooo! don't ever ever get me anything of that sort. i'll be really freaked out. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: ok lah. get the kelly doll instead. shorter than barbie. then i'll do the same for the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! helpppppp! get me Ken or a macho-ier version of ken. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: ken??!! i can almost imagine him crawling back to me after i gave it to you lah. belonging to a sick and twisted master really sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh my gosh birdy! that's the most original joke ever!! LOL. i don't know why.. i ought to feel insulted.. but the joke's too funny.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! He never used to be this funny. The new birdy cracks me up man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4866648137721758168?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4866648137721758168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4866648137721758168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4866648137721758168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4866648137721758168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/super-hilarious-conversation.html' title='A super hilarious conversation...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6126908959846588378</id><published>2009-03-29T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:40:47.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those lazy afternoons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's one of those lazy Sunday afternoons again. I roused from my beauty sleep early this morning. (okay, it was noon time actually) I looked out my window, up in the sky. Ah, a sunny morning, I thought! (i still choose to see it as morning! hee!) I wanted to get outta bed and get changed and go for a jog. Then, I remembered that my foot has yet to recover completely. :( It's the 3rd time within a month or so that my foot has been wrapped up in medication. I think it needs a longer time for recovery due to my stubborness of not listening to the sinseh to give my foot ample rest. Oh well, I shall be a good girl from today onwards. :( So many running events are coming up, including SMU adventure race. I really do hope that my foot will recover in time and be in its best condition for me to race against time! Woohoo! Thinking about that is already making my adrenaline pumping! Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc9BVKyAqnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FzerisHexTQ/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318541516875016818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc9BVKyAqnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FzerisHexTQ/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, my injured foot gives me the opportunity to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;put my first aid skills into practise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neatly wrapped up by me! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I continued to laze in bed from noon till 2pm and finally decided to crawl outta my nest and hunt for food. Not much ingredients left in the fridge to cook anything so I made do with whatelse but maggie mee. Sigh. When I was searching for food in the kitchen and couldn't find any, I sensed anger within me. Sometimes, I get angry so easily. I don't even know if I'm angry at myself, angry at anyone in particular, angry at the world or just simply angry at everything. This might sound crazy, but occasionally I do think that I need anger management. I'm an angry person. RRAAAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pen some things down, somewhere. But definitely not here. I wish I have a diary right now, because blog is too... open. Nevermind. The gist of it is that I wish that I could be less of a sucker for nice guys and could stop thinking too much and analyzing too much into words that people say and actions that people make. It's tiring me out. I can get all gaga when a guy does something sweet and thoughtful for me. And that's when I'll start thinking if the guy is interested in me or just being nice to me with ulterior motives in mind. After a bit of careful analysis... no ulterior motives? Then he must really like me! That is why I fall for someone so easily at times. I hate myself for that. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy to know that you are still you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm relieved that nothing much has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's good to know that there's still a chance for things to go back to how it used to be. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love how you'd still call me silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, the nostalgic feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It still makes me melt within. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6126908959846588378?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6126908959846588378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6126908959846588378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6126908959846588378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6126908959846588378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-those-lazy-afternoons.html' title='One of those lazy afternoons...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc9BVKyAqnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FzerisHexTQ/s72-c/DSC01387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-7868722216662548688</id><published>2009-03-29T15:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:44:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I spent my Saturday... :)</title><content type='html'>Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen is gonna be in cinema in June 2009!! 24th June to be exact. I heard about this on ET (Entertainment Tonight) last weekend. This is a good chance for me to message him! He's a fan of Transformer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-men is coming to theatres too! If I'm not wrong, it should be 26th April 2009? I chanced upon the poster somewhere. I don't remember where. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY to all the good movies coming up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, went for movies at E-hub with the mjodac gang last night. I was all thrilled wanting to catch Coming Soon (surprisingly the guys agreed to it too!), but E-hub has no late night screening for that film. :( So we made do with The Unborn. It was all in all an averge movie. The scare-factor was average. But the fact that we were seated in the FIRST row, just few hundred metres from the screen, the scare-factor was multiplied by a thousand times!! I haven't scared myself this much in a long time. So, advice to those who'd wanna scare the sh*t outta yourself but aren't the timid kind, pick a horror flick and make sure ya're seated in the first few rows. Woot! Anyway, sometimes it's good to be short. Mel and I had no problem curling ourselves up on the theatre seat comfortably. I pity the rest of them who are TALL. Haha! But I did feel a lil bit of neckaches and numbness in my butt after the movie. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I felt a lil paranoid after the movie and had no guts to walk home on my own. But on second thought, it was 1.20AM! Either way, it's unsafe for me to walk home alone. Thanks birdy, momo and sam for walking me home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc84rUsWm2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/MYtJ41fbtxY/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318532001888115554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc84rUsWm2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/MYtJ41fbtxY/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and to share a joke on the movie Coming Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su: When is Coming Soon showing? It's Coming Soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdy: Coming Soon is not Coming Soon. It's showing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, typing it out just makes the joke sound less funny. Ya just gotta be there to hear it for yourself. But then again, maybe I was in a giggly mood yesterday. Hee... Being around my friends makes me happy. Tickled by even the slightest thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the movie, we were having dinner at Simpang Bedok. I have no freaking idea how to get there so Joan's aunt kinda gave me a lift. Phew! I only realised that it's quite a long walk from Tanah Merah MRT to Simpang Bedok when we walked back after our dinner. And they said they'd give me directions when I reach Tanah Merah. Please LOR, the path leading to Simpang Bedok is SO NOT obvious and having to add on, it's too deserted a route for me to take. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82t_Ig2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/raN-FXhKvpc/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318529848616999058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82t_Ig2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/raN-FXhKvpc/s320/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guys talking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Birdy and I joined the gang late. I was earlier than him so I secured myself ONE free satay. *cheapo!* Birdy joined us afterwhich, then the gang decided to go somewhere else for secondround of food. So we happily crossed the road chatting away with Birdy leading the way. Before we realised, he crossed the road back to where we were initially. Well well... This is what ya get when your guy friends have ORD-ed - hollanding (i don't know how ya spell this. but it's some army term which means to lose your way). We ended up finding seats right behind the stalls which they ordered food from for the first round of makan-ing. The only incident that happened during dinner which is worth mentioning was that Birdy unknowingly took beef. He gobbled down more than half of the beef Roti John then suddenly asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdy: (questions directed at Mel) Do ya eat beef?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel: No...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdy: Does anyone here take beef?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Su, Samuel and few others: Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdy: Can ya help me taste this? Then tell me if it's beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel: *took a bite* Hmm.. I cannot tell if it's beef. *took another bite* But it's definitely not chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdy: Shit... *took a whole lot of water and started rinsing his mouth* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor birdy! I didn't know he's sucha strict Buddhist. His stomach didn't react too well to the food that he has never taken for 20 years in his life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, my day began waaaayyyy before that. I reported to school at 8.30am in the morning! Yes. Another good morning world episode. Mann... I reckon that my HW group mates love to torture me. They only informed me that they'll be meeting in school on a Saturday morning to discuss our project. Sometimes I wonder if they have a life. Who on earth goes to school on a Saturday? Don't they have any other activities going on? A Saturday should be spent outta school, for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The discussion ended around 2pm (hallehlujeh!) and I had to rush back home to get changed and prepare for Joan's 21st birthday celebration. I walked around Century Square frantically trying to find the florist. Based on my memory, the florist has always been on the 3rd level. So I combed the entire level looking for the shop. After half an hour of searching, the lady at the info. counter told me they have shifted to the 4th storey. &lt;a href="mailto:$#@!%$%"&gt;$#@!%$%&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;#!@ Classic moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a surprise for Joan. She didn't know that I'll be turning up for her celebration 'cause she only invited her relatives. Indeed, she was so surprised and thrilled. Heehee! I didn't know why, but when I hugged her, I felt myself shaking. And she did too. I think both of us were pretty much overwhelmed. Ahh, how I miss my best friend! So, I got her a diamond necklace, a birthday card (i wanted to MAKE her one, but didn't have the time) and a pretty blooming sunflower. :) The gifts cost me a bomb but it was definitely worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82JTasliI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UfRUiEDv_0w/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318529218406815266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82JTasliI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UfRUiEDv_0w/s320/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joan and her relatives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82hDU838I/AAAAAAAAAHg/i5Nd1CU0_vo/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318529626404609986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc82hDU838I/AAAAAAAAAHg/i5Nd1CU0_vo/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babe and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan has 2 cute cousins, one named Lincoln and the elder one Malcolm. Malcolm is going to grow up to be a hottie, I'm sure. ;) Malcolm somehow gave me his hp no. for me to test-call him to prove to me that he always has his hp silent. And because of that, Joan and Iris call me a paedophile! Lol! Oh oh, Lincoln's pretty lovable too! He was so fascinated by my touchscreen camera! And only interacting with him for 5minutes, he gave me a goodbye kiss when I was leaving. Tsk tsk tsk! He's going to grow up to be a casanova! Haha... I'm a lil envious of Joan for having a close-knitted family. Having cousins whom I can hang out with, aunts and uncles whom I can joke around with is something that I have never experienced before. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... a day well-spent with my friends. Old friends, new friends, good friends, close friends, best friends or whatever ya choose to call it. I choose to call them, people whom I love. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-7868722216662548688?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7868722216662548688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=7868722216662548688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7868722216662548688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/7868722216662548688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-how-i-spent-my-saturday.html' title='This is how I spent my Saturday... :)'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sc84rUsWm2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/MYtJ41fbtxY/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6495309993370313212</id><published>2009-03-26T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:52:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Try this out when ya're bored to tears and all alone at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your playlist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn it on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start dancing and singing to whatever songs that starts playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the best self-entertainment around! Tested and proven! Plus, it's free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! HW102A is driving me nuts. Sometimes I feel like I'm always being pushed around just because I'm too nice. And that I find it hard to turn people down. Sigh. Going to the sinseh again tomorrow to check the condition of my foot. It's been 1 month and 3 days since my precious foot got injured. What am I suppose to do now? I can't run, I can't walk too fast. I feel so useless. :( But on a happier note, I managed to chase after the shuttle bus this morning. That's an improvement! Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head back to my room now and off to shower! Feeling so sticky... Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladtohearfromyouagain:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6495309993370313212?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6495309993370313212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6495309993370313212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6495309993370313212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6495309993370313212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-this-out-when-yare-bored-to-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3511702510626481686</id><published>2009-03-24T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:21:54.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Her Go...</title><content type='html'>Hmm my second entry of the day. My randomness is acting up again. So, I need a space for me to express all my random thoughts. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nail clipper badly now! My nail is a lil chipped. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ complimented that my complexion has improved. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had free lunch that comes with goodie bag! Didn't even have to queue up! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NTU guy that I know from wholivesnearyou said "Hi!" to me for the first time today. He walked past the ODAC booth and made a U-turn to say hi. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't join in the intellectual conversation Zhiyong had with this friend of his. So I kept quiet throughout and they thought I was offended by the topic they were on. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab VIVA wasn't as stressful as the usual sessions I have with the profs. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot swelled up quite terribly this evening and now it's completely fine. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so tempted to cheat during Mind Over Stress test today. I'm glad that I didn't. Even though I'd always say that "Integrity worths nothing.", still I do want that lil bit of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt that coffee only start to take effect after an hour. And don't ingest any caffeine 4-6 hours before sleep. Otherwise, it'll affect your sleep. I'm starting to love Mind Over Stress lectures even more. It teaches me a whole lot of useful knowledge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozed off during Mind Over Stress lecture when the topic was on "Understanding Sleep". Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard a dirty conversation this couple had on the shuttle bus. ^$%&amp;amp;##@^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new lappie. I think Sony has a lappie designed like a clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept the floor today! Preparation to become a perfect housewife. Haha! Actually, it's that my room's getting too dusty for my nose's liking. There's a spot in my room that's especially dusty but even till now, I still refuse to sort that area out. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love", "totally", "like", "emo" are words that are overly-used these days. It's sad how people use the words "I love you" so easily and frequently. Now it probably has lost it's original beautiful meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sian", "cui", "kanna"  are words that I keep hearing recently. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a really fun quiz! Here it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag as many as you want, who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's Fact - Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... so gotta look at the facts to see if i'm okay. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Figure It Out - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! How apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;The Young And The Hopeless - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'm pretty hopeless today. And every other day. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Hope You're Happy - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Before I Fall To Pieces - Razorlight&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, to live my life before i fall into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;She Had The World - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;I probably did. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Shelter - Corrine May&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i need someone to shelter me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Geek In The Pink - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;A geek in pink can probably answer your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;End Of The World - Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Err.... HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Ready To Fall - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... He must be ready to fall... for me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thanks. I don't wanna be sat on. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles Of The Rich And The Famous - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!! A hint that i'll be rich in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Second Chance - Faber Drive&lt;br /&gt;Second chance to live again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Promise - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Glow (Paint This Town White) - A NewBorn Thriller&lt;br /&gt;My face glows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;What I Didn't Say - Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Thief In The Night - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Take 'Em Off - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Haha truetrue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Dog-Eared Page - The Matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Mountain - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Day - Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;If only the qn is asking "when will you die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Super Trouper - ABBA&lt;br /&gt;Err....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Me Against The World - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is 100% true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Addicted - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.. the person doesn't only like me, he/she is addicted to me! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's Love - Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it does, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;All Things Are Moving Towards Their End - The New Trust&lt;br /&gt;Wow... this is getting freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;br /&gt;Broken Hearts And Concrete Floors - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Let Her Go - Craig David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3511702510626481686?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3511702510626481686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3511702510626481686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3511702510626481686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3511702510626481686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-her-go.html' title='Let Her Go...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1539218891698220563</id><published>2009-03-24T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:49:52.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call...</title><content type='html'>Less than a month away from exams counting from this very moment. *jitters* I still have undone assignments, upcoming tests and one last lab report. What the hell is that man!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof Wu returned us our Solids mid-term last week. *ring ring* &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was my wake up call. I scored SINGLE digit over a total of 100 points. Yeah, I'm utterly ashamed of myself. Sigh. I don't recall what on earth was I doing the day before my Solids test. It could have been that I fell and knocked my head against a hard object and killed all my brain cells. It was so severe that I don't recall it happening after waking the next morning. Yes, that must have been it! (Ahh, excuses, Shufen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind has been both preoccupied and attentive lately. And the switch between this two was rather quick. I can be engrossed in my work this moment and get super distracted the next moment. I've been thinking of him often these days. I was hoping I could see him during Sansan's birthday celebration. Ya know, since Sansan knows Xinyan and Xinyan and him are good friends, so he might turn up for Sansan's birthday with him. Haha... Stupid thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded new songs yesterday. So happy! :) I think The Script's songs have good lyrical content. I'm not sure if they write their own songs, but if they do then I think that they have a flair in lyrics composing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn! I'm tired. Mentally. Sleep is a luxury, it is never enough. I wish I could just hibernate like a bear. My comfy bed is calling for meeeee! Anyway, WP called me at 8.30am......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(OMG! I accidentally pressed F11 and POOF! My Toolbar and everything else disappeared! Then I realised F11 is the command for Full Screen. Gave me a shock!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WP called me at 8.30am to ask me questions about the lab report. My mind was still somewhere in dreamland and the engine in my brain has yet to move an inch. But I'm proud of myself that I managed to answer his questions. *beams* He asked so many questions that I had to get outta bed and switch on my lappie, open my X-ray folder and open my lab report file. Zzz... That few minutes was the ultimate torture. The struggle to go back to bed or be kind and help him out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still raining. Another thunderstorm episode in hall. I hate being alone in such horrible weather. I should probably go look for my foreigner neighbour and hug her to sleep. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty! Time to study for my Mind Over Stress test! I'm tired tired tired. Oh someone, please save me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Scg8BB1zqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OENnkxEquR0/s1600-h/Help+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316565348482525554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Scg8BB1zqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OENnkxEquR0/s320/Help+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1539218891698220563?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1539218891698220563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1539218891698220563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1539218891698220563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1539218891698220563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Scg8BB1zqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OENnkxEquR0/s72-c/Help+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-6528424737414103512</id><published>2009-03-19T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:54:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a million random thoughts on my mind right now. I bet if I were to tilt my head to the side, all the random thoughts would gush out from my ears like a waterfall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the season where flowers are falling off the trees like snow. I tried to snap a photo of that pretty sight in sch but my camera phone didn't want to cooperate. *pouts* Having witness the flowers snowing down from the trees when I was on the shuttle bus, on the way to lessons, I was so tempted to alight the bus to experience it. Imagine hundreds and millions of flowers showering down on ya from above. Pink petals, purple petals, champagne petals, yellow petals... Ahhh, whatta sight! But looking at those flowers falling off the tree made me sad. It somehow made me think of death. Death of the flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been idling on the net for quite some time since completion of my assignment. I feel so mentally drained but I don't wish to sleep. Sometimes, I feel that sleeping is a waste of time (think eternal sleep). But whenever I'm so deprived of sleep or wanting to use napping as an excuse to avoid doing my tutorials/assignments, I'd just collapse on my bed without any hesitation. This is how complex my mind can be, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oldies are playing on my playlist now. Okay, not exactly oldies actually. Just some songs from my primary sch days. Listening to those songs brings back a whole lot of memories. I feel so... overwhelmed. For a matter of fact, a lil bit emotional. (I shall not use the word &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for bed now! Early lect tomorrow morning. Toodlessss! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Argh! I intended to upload a photo but blogger failed on me AGAIN. Yes, need I emphasize more? Haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Made it. Blew it. Couldn't save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6528424737414103512?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6528424737414103512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6528424737414103512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6528424737414103512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6528424737414103512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/million-random-thoughts.html' title='A million random thoughts.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-2342029098900306579</id><published>2009-03-17T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:08:39.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to go through such an ordeal!?</title><content type='html'>Argh! I feel like a complete idiot! I was rushing my lab report last night till 4am and woke up 10am this morning to continue this torment. Only to realise that my lab report isn't due today, it's NEXT TUESDAY!! I could kill myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a song that completely describes &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;(or rather my sleeping style). Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sb8vxagYjYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HsPxExItyHA/s1600-h/songlyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314018611295718786" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sb8vxagYjYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HsPxExItyHA/s320/songlyrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click thumbnail for a bigger image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta go prepare for my LASTTTT lab session now! YIPPEEEE!! The thought that it's the last session for this semester, totally perks me up! Off to shower! Tata! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2342029098900306579?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2342029098900306579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2342029098900306579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2342029098900306579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2342029098900306579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-i-have-to-go-through-such-ordeal.html' title='Why do I have to go through such an ordeal!?'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sb8vxagYjYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HsPxExItyHA/s72-c/songlyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-8019764458631628207</id><published>2009-03-16T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:16:03.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say, yet so lil time...</title><content type='html'>Today, I realised that I'm still on the journey to self-discovery. Am I a tad too old for that? &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's soooo muchhh that I want to say, yet so lil time. I still have assignments to rush and my lab report is due tomorrow. When will this hectic life ends? *yawns* I'll be back later if I have the time. Latersss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wanted to upload a photo for this post, but blogger.com doesn't allow. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8019764458631628207?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8019764458631628207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8019764458631628207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8019764458631628207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8019764458631628207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-to-say-so-lil-time.html' title='So much to say, yet so lil time...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-8231239404154791380</id><published>2009-03-12T22:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:52:44.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo! A HUGE post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhh..... HALL SWEET HALL!! I've been outta my room for a total of 14hrs straight! I shall write an entry while waiting for the auspicious hr to take my shower. (no, i'm kidding of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, let's see what did I do for this 14hrs in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Morning lect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early morning lect, then followed by my Solids presentation. Super SOLID man! Haha... Yichen asked a question that stunned both Ruiquan and me. We completely understood the question but failed to construct an explanation right on the spot. So, Prof Wu helped us out. Honestly speaking, I didn't expect that from him. I shall not elaborate on that, just in case one fine day he stumbles upon my blog. =P Prof provided his answer to the question AND his insights on the topic. It so happened that the detailed explanation he gave overlaps with the part I was going to present. It ended up, all I needed to do was to briefly read through my slides. =/ All in all, it went slightly better than I expected it to be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Hall15?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ruiquan, Kelvin and I mugged a lil over at Kelvin's room. This Kelvin ah... Used the title of "friendship" to convince me and Ruiquan into following him back to his room. He wanted to pack his stuff and return home by today. But we ended up eating a tub of B&amp;amp;J ice-cream (which he has been keeping in his fridge since God knows when! worse of all, the ice-cream does not belong to him. lol!) in his room, singing, talking nonsense, sleeping. Well, all I can say is that, every single thing other than studying. Ruiquan was coerced (by me) to do Solids tutorial. While he was at it, I took a short nap. LOL! Slackerrrr! Approximately 3-4 hrs of studying, or more like being stuck at the stage of trying to study, we only managed to complete 1/3 of question 1 and 2/3 of question 2. Bravo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuEHwxUSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EjCt0IrH4js/s1600-h/120320092242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327883798171938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuEHwxUSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EjCt0IrH4js/s320/120320092242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The guys slacking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Yummy Mini-steamboat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CanB's steamboat is really much much MUCH (need i emphasize more?) more worth the money than Can5's steamboat. It costs $1 more but the amount of meat given is almost double the amount Can5 offers. BUT, the portion is soooo huge that it took Keith and I 1.5hrs to gobble down everything. Can ya imagine 1.5hrs of non-stop chewing? I believe my jaw has gotten strong after this meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Main Comm meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness the meeting ended within 3hrs. It's gonna eat into my studying time if it were to last a lil longer. Phew! Nothing much happened during meeting. Esther, Siying and Zk were darn entertaining man! We were on MSN with one another typing nonsensical stuff and webcam-ing. These are the stuff we do during meetings to perk ourselves up! Crazy bunch of ppl. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuvxhJzlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l8PA_K_D0H8/s1600-h/shufen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312328633741332050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuvxhJzlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l8PA_K_D0H8/s320/shufen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Siying and I web-caming on MSN. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Swollen foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh... my foot's swollen from one whole day of travelling. I am sooo clueless as to why it still gets swollen whenever I walk a bit too much. :( Let's hope it recovers soon so I can go jogging with Keith and gang again. Oh oh oh, Ruiquan offered to massage my foot yesterday (outta kindness but i think the truth is that he likes to inflict pain on others!), which he did. I almost kicked him in his face! Haha!! But it really hurt a great deal... I was grabbing/biting on my pillow/bolster, just not my blanket cuz it's wayyyy tooooooo dusty. I'd rather die from the pain than to die from inhaling too much dust. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuU6JKIdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Oghu6jF0LnM/s1600-h/12march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312328172200141266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuU6JKIdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Oghu6jF0LnM/s320/12march.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh my, my ugly feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday's happenings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Tattoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a tattoo now! YES. I tattoo-ed a swallow at the back of my neck. Haha.. Okay la, it's not a genuine tattoo, it's the airbrush tattoo. It's equally pretty! :) I'm starting to feel that my sch Bazaar is the coolest event that I've been to this whole semester. *2 thumbs up!* It gives me a chance to do my retail therapy without having to leave the sch compound. How convenient! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuZ6p9XeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TOe2K47f6DA/s1600-h/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312328258237062626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuZ6p9XeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TOe2K47f6DA/s320/tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Puppies galore! *guushhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith told me Hall9 has 6 stray puppies roaming freely around the bridge area. He just had to tell me that when I was doing my preparation for Solids presentation. *pouts* I couldn't resist the temptation, so I promised Ruiquan that I would be back to complete the powerpoint slides within half an hr. And obviously, I didn't. Haha! I asked Shouzhi along to Hall9 to check out the puppies, if not I'll have to walk all the way from my hall to Keith's. We stayed for around 2 hrs just playing with the puppies and snapping many many photos. The puppies must have really love Shouzhi cuz they kept attacking his slippers. Haha! Left for supper after that. I felt so bad to leave halfway during my Solids presentation discussion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sbkt5jYePSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lGxiR5WM8PI/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327702233890082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/Sbkt5jYePSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lGxiR5WM8PI/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Awww... the cute puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okie dokie! Alas, my auspicious hr is here! Off to shower now! Argh! Still have to do my HW102A literature review after my shower. Let's hope I won't conk out when I see the sight of my lovely bed. =P Latersss! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8231239404154791380?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8231239404154791380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8231239404154791380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8231239404154791380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8231239404154791380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/wooo-huge-post.html' title='Wooo! A HUGE post!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbkuEHwxUSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EjCt0IrH4js/s72-c/120320092242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3481733921168530929</id><published>2009-03-11T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:42:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, world! :)</title><content type='html'>I seldom greet this lovely world &lt;em&gt;good morning&lt;/em&gt;. Usually, I don't get to do so cuz I'll still be in my dreamland smooching my prince charming away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even till now, I still cannot believe that I've been awake since &lt;strong&gt;8am&lt;/strong&gt;. I remember I did set my alarm at every 15 minutes interval since 7.15am, but I only recall hearing ONE alarm, which was the one that woke me at 8am. It's high time that I should change my alarm tone. The current tone doesn't work on me anymore. Or probably my mind has already auto shut off to all my alarm tone, be it using "So What" or "Hot N Cold". (anyway these 2 songs are one of my current favourites! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... So, I jumped outta bed when I saw "8:00am" on my handphone display. Shock of my life! I was supposed to be in lab before 8.30am to submit my lab report. Shujie said, "I just wanna see your lab report on my table when I reach the lab tomorrow morning. I'll be in at 8.30am." I panicked a bit but being the lazy me, I called up Weiping, hoping that he'll help me print my lab report and submit it for me. Ya know, since he was dropping by the lab to submit his copy too! So I called, he agreed and told me to send my report to his email. Phew! Relieved and I went back to lalaland. I woke up half an hr later sensing that something's amiss. Then it dawned on me that EHH I HAVEN'T SEND HIM MY LAB REPORT YET! &lt;a href="mailto:%$@#*%$%"&gt;%$@#*%$%&lt;/a&gt;#!! Scatterbrain la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for 1.5hr, officially. Okay, I think the word "officially" doesn't quite fit in that sentence, and serves no purpose there. But I just feel like writing it in. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling both awake and delirious right now. Oh wait, how can I be feeling both awake and delirious? Lol! Such an oxymoron! Oh, did ya know that &lt;em&gt;oxymoron&lt;/em&gt; is a loanword from Greek? Haha, my randomness again. Hmm... Lack of sleep is slowing sinking in now. *yawns* I was still facebooking almost an hr ago till my IE stopped working. It's been behaving like this recently; it keeps failing on me, esp. when I open too many tabs in one window. Grr! I viewed my friends' 21st birthdays photo albums and suddnly a pessimistic thought struck me. "What if no one turns up for my 21st bday celebration? What if no one remembers it?" SO, I've made up my mind. I'm not holding any 21st bay party. Just to mask how an unpopular and easily-forgotten person I am. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to do. *pause* But I have something to do now! :) I'm reading through some headline news on yahoo now. I know yahoo might not provide the best articles but I just wanna know what's happening around the world right now. I don't usually read the news. I SHOULD! Cuz it seems like I'm always the last to know about the headline news and I do feel embarrassed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopsy! Time to prepare for classes! Off to showerrrr! Toodlesss! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbcQAkqAZlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZhW4t3Vo6hc/s1600-h/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731887532697170" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbcQAkqAZlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZhW4t3Vo6hc/s320/meee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Indulging in narcissism. Hohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3481733921168530929?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3481733921168530929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3481733921168530929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3481733921168530929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3481733921168530929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-world.html' title='Good morning, world! :)'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbcQAkqAZlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZhW4t3Vo6hc/s72-c/meee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-3227559831307941474</id><published>2009-03-11T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:19:39.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey sweets. This post is dedicated to ya. (ya know who ya are) I shan't mention your name here since ya've insisted that we keep it confidential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know ya might think that this is not necessary. But I still do feel guilty about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(while talking to ya on msn, I'm typing this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... I did something really stupid in my previous post. I wrote things that portrayed the purpose of my words in a wrong way. The purpose of my words was so ambiguous that it gave room for your imagination to interpret 'em in a different way. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to say those words just to affect your feelings in any possible ways. (err... why are my sentences all ending with "way"??) It was my stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I guess this incident has further demonstrated to me that ambiguity of words can be detrimental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I have to say, sweets. More or less la... I think what was needed to be said has already been said over msn to ya. Hmm... Somehow I wished we have said those words to each other over the phone or face to face. Well, blame it on this technology dependent era! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to shower now! Laterssss! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-3227559831307941474?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3227559831307941474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=3227559831307941474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3227559831307941474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/3227559831307941474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-1417306081238815459</id><published>2009-03-10T08:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:44:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling both chirpy and crappy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow! The weather today is such a huge contrast compared to yesterday's weather throughout the day. Somehow I feel that I'm easily affected by the weather. I feel a tad more chirpy and energetic today! Even though, I've snoozed my phone alarm more than 7 times this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept earlier than usual last night, hoping that I can wake up at 4am to finish up my lab report and HW102A's literature review. Just exactly like what Terence predicted, waking up at 4am definitely isn't my &lt;em&gt;style&lt;/em&gt;. Thank goodness he gave me a morning callat 7am. I woke up at many instances to my alarm, tried climbing outta my bed, but to no avail. Whoopsy! (I'm not a morning person.) I actually lied to Terence that I was already awake for quite some time when he rang me, ya know... to save some face for myself and to prove him wrong. Haha!! Hmm... Didn't expect him to ring me even though he said he would last night. He's always bullshitting me, so now, I can't differentiate when is he bullshitting me and when is he not. *shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arghh... I'm still struggling with my lab report. I msg-ed my lab partner as early as 7.30am, asking for the experimental data. He claimed that he has already sent the data to my hotmail inbox (which he did), but I can't open the files using winRAR as he has suggested. GRRR!! &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. How I miss those days when my lab partner was Ruiquan. He's like the BESTTTT lab partner anyone could wish for! He sends me the data wayyy beforehand, helps me with the results and discussion, reminds me to go for my VIVA etc. *pouts* Oh well, I guess it's Heaven's will. This is the chance for me to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Experimental data.... Where is my experimental data.... *nodding away* Oh shucks! I just recalled that I have ATC booth manning today at 11.30am! Oh gosh.. Why must the booth be at Can A?! I'm stuck in CanB alllll my lifeeee, don't they know? Now now, to skip or not to skip. THAT is the question! I'd better think of my lab report first. Sometimes, ODAC commitments just need to take a back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm. I don't remember why I stopped blogging altogether some time back. It feels great to ramble on and on and on (without having to think) till the cows come home! Activities that do not involve any brain usage = I like! Why am I still waiting for my lab partner to send me the data?! It's already 9.10am and I'm still stuck in my room. Waiting. Don't ya hate the process of waiting? Not certain of the outcome at the end of the wait. Not even sure yourself if it's worth the wait. It's just a 50/50 chance we have to take. Well, not talking about anything in specific. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this really dumb dream last night. It felt real though. So real that I woke up thinking that it had happened to me just yesterday. Haha! I dreamt that I bumped into ZJ at a bus stop. The moment we acknowledged each other's existance and exchanged eye contact, I knew there was a chance for us to start from where we left off the last time. So, we chatted quite a bit while waiting for the bus. I was almost on the brink of telling him how I've been feeling all this while, then his bus came. It could never come at a more promising timing man! *roll eyes* We bidded goodbyes and walked our separate ways. THEN, I felt something bubbling up from somewhere within myself, I chased after the bus and managed to hop onto it. (thanks, driver! ;)) I think it was courage! Okay, so... ZJ was still oblivious that I boarded the bus. I deliberately sat directly opposite him and watched him talk to his friend. "Ehh.. are ya gonna notice me any time soon?!" He was sooo engross in the conversation with his friend and failed to notice me. Oh, the funny part was that, both of us were carrying a trekking bag each. (?!) Let's fast-forward a lil to the climax! *fast-forward* ZJ saw me and his jaw dropped. HAHA! Alrighty, I was bullshitting. He did see me, was a lil taken aback, then walked towards me. This coming part is DRAMA-MAMA! He grabbed my trekking bag which was on the seat beside me, and pushed it aside, planted his arse down onto the seat and then hugged me. This is the part where viewers of such drama serials would go "awwwww...". OKAY, END OF MY SILLY DREAM! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should stop blogging right now and go get myself something to eat. Hungryy hungryyy!! I've been feeling hungry at the weirdest timings lately. I'm not referring to right now, of course! I meant, last night. And many nights before. (oh mannn!! my neighbour's alarm clock is ringing like nobody's business!! i think she's still happily sleeping away while her alarm clock continues to irritate me to no end!) Okie dokie, time for lab report now! Latersss! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbXFlcgSZLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aZvQthCFWdM/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311368582650815666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbXFlcgSZLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aZvQthCFWdM/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh my, I'm obsessed with black frames and I don't care! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-1417306081238815459?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1417306081238815459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=1417306081238815459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1417306081238815459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/1417306081238815459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-both-chirpy-and-crappy.html' title='Feeling both chirpy and crappy...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbXFlcgSZLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aZvQthCFWdM/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2794695875574477763</id><published>2009-03-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:12:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30 minutes ago, I had this urge to start blogging once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29 minutes ago, I logged in to blogger.com and began doing funny changes to my blog template. Well, turned out to look almost the same as before. I feel that my arty-farty-ness is SOOO being restricted by blogspot cuzzzz I have no idea how to change the template to something more... ME. Yupyup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15 minutes ago, I was done with updating my profile info., adding a photo to the sidebar of my blog, making insignificant changes to my template (yes, i know i took more than ten minutes to do just that). Not my fault laa... Gotta blame it on blogger.com :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 minutes ago, I was on the "Create a new post" page, wondering what the hell should I type. Outta a sudden, all my inspiration has vanished. POOF! It must've been due to the fact that I was spending too much time attempting (yes, attempt only laaa) to beautify my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 minutes ago, I finally began typing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, I paused for about 10 minutes to think of what else I wanna blog about. Well... TA-DA! I've typed so much so far!! Proud of myself! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my... It's pouring over here in NTU. It's the kinda heavy rain a primary sch kid would describe it as "raining cats and dogs". Honestly, I love this phrase but I think our primary sch teachers have drilled that phrase into our brain till we overuse it since the very day we learnt it. Haha... I wonder what's the most commonly taught and used phrase in primary sch now. Now that I'm almost a century away from my primary sch days (okay, ya know i'm exaggerating things), I still wish to go back to those carefree days I used to have back in primary sch. Ya know, when going gaga over J*c*b was the main highlight of sch, when sch was just a stone's throw away, when all I ate in sch was fried chicken cubes/laksa with lotsa chilli/lor mee that costs 50cents/seaweed/pepsi with lotsa ice, when just dropping by Loyang Point for neoprints was an adventure for us... Ahhhh... I wanna be a kid once again! However, I have a lot of friends who told me that their primary sch life was a torture. Saying that they often got bullied by the popular kids. Why didn't I experience that? Hmmm... Maybe I was the popular kid then. HAHAHA!! Ya know I'm kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty, I didn't remember wanting to talk about my primary sch life on my blog when the urge came just now. What's with this primary sch talk! Lol! I think I digress easily. And and and.. Probably it's the rain's fault. Nostalgia kicks in when it rains. Esp. when I'm all alone. Yessss... So much for longing to stay in a single room. I WANT A ROOMIEEEEE!! Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pouts* It's still pouring. I've skipped my morning lecture earlier today, so that I could stay in my room to finish up my lab report. Oh wait, it's not to FINISH UP, cuz I haven't even started it! Haha! I've been awake for more than 3 hrs and I'm only done with the Introduction to my lab report. Oh, in case ya do not know, introduction of the lab report is not the focus of the grading. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see... What have I done since the moment I was snapped outta lala-land?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Msg-ed my friend telling him I'm not going for lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Visited the toilet that the cleaner just washed. (smelt good okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Came online and facebook-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Chatted on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Got outta my room to get lunch from canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Cleared up every bit of food, even though it didn't taste anything close to fantastic. (sch food sucks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Do up the Introduction of my lab report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH SHUCKS! I just discovered that.... I have yet to brush my teeth! *gasp* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY, let's move on to another topic. Ignore what I've just typed. That usually does not happen. Really. I swear! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This rain isn't dying away yet. In fact, it's getting heavier. It's hitting the roof so frequently and noisily that I can't even hear the music I'm playing on my playlist. GRR!! If it continues to rain, I think I'll skip the next lecture I have too. I don't like to be caught in the rain. Esp. when I'm not in the perfect condition to run in the rain. My poor foot, speedy recovery okie? Oh, one reason why I hate to be in the rain: My hair gets ugly when it's wet. Anyway, my way down to the canteen just now was such an adventure! The raindrops were shooting in all directions when I swung open my door. The first thought that hit me was "Oh shit, thunderstorm!!", then I instantly shut my door. Haha... stupid thought, I know. So I walked around in my room contemplating if I should still get my lunch. Then, my stomach growled and gave me the signal that I SHOULD and MUST get my lunch. Chiong-ing down the stairs was a challenge. Mannn.. Ya wouldn't believe how fast my heart was thumping then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-back from toilet-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa... Even the laundry area is completely wet. And that's where the cleaners would take their afternoon nap. Now that it's wet, I wonder where they're taking their nap now. Anyway, I bumped into one of the cleaner. She's just standing by the railing with her arms folded and looking at the rain so helplessly. Well, I said "Hi!" to her and she smiled so cheerfully. What a sweet lady! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what! I did something really silly. I was afraid that my IE would hang when I'm in the loo, so I copy-pasted these text to Microsoft Word and saved it. No, that's not the silly part yet! Haha... Then when I returned, I did a word count on this text. Believe it or not, 869 solid words! Enough for an essay! Okay, I think I'm easily entertained. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;李玖哲's song is playing on my WMP now. I finally have Chinese songs in my playlist! I've fallen soo sooo deeply in love with his vocal. He has this really soothing voice, very gentle yet powerful. Mann... I wouldn't mind having him as my bf! So that he could sing to me everyday. Love songs when I wake up, love songs when we're out together, love songs before I go to bed. Ahhhhh.... *gushhhh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah shit, I hate mosquito bites. I have 7 fresh ones on both my legs. Thanks to the guys who dunked me into NIE lake last night. I started itching just after I crawled outta the water. Mannn, I don't wish to imagine how dirty the water is. Yukes! I had to wash my shorts and ODAC tee, thanks to 'em!! Oh, the fascinating thing was that I WASN'T THE BIRTHDAY GIRL! WHY DUNK ME!? But the bday girl had a taste of it right after my turn. The guys couldn't throw me in the first few times they tried, cuz I held on to 'em for dear life! So much so that Jieyang had to tell me, "Shufen, remember to let go okay? When we count to 3, we let go, ya let go too, okay?" Haha! I'm not stupid okay, Thong Jieyang!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness gracious! It's already 2pm! I ought to kick myself in my arse and start doing my assignmentsssss! *frowns* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's some photos for ya (whoever ya are... who happens to stumble upon this blog after sucha long time) to enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well.. I got really bored. Understand, okay! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbS6pujxHeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B0iq-DcYpT0/s1600-h/boredddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075086612110818" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbS6pujxHeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B0iq-DcYpT0/s320/boredddddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ah, I have this sudden urge to comment on the 2 NTU death cases. But I guess I won't. Don't wanna get all creep out since I'm alone in my room now. *shivers*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2794695875574477763?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2794695875574477763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2794695875574477763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2794695875574477763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2794695875574477763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SbS6pujxHeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B0iq-DcYpT0/s72-c/boredddddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-2496657800309514945</id><published>2008-04-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:05:02.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAP peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLqJtbBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/kDmZr84ab3g/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326183007651410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLqJtbBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/kDmZr84ab3g/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha... this is my new found friend- Arriba arriba &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANDRIY&lt;/span&gt;! Cute huh? Met him at the physics BBQ last sem, when he had that really hot hairstyle. *whistles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLqptbBmI/AAAAAAAAACo/S8Y5d0kMy3o/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326191597586018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLqptbBmI/AAAAAAAAACo/S8Y5d0kMy3o/s320/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that goofy smile! SOOO CUUUTEEEE!! *squeeze cheeks!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLq5tbBnI/AAAAAAAAACw/B4gcD4Sw5Tg/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326195892553330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLq5tbBnI/AAAAAAAAACw/B4gcD4Sw5Tg/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here's a serious one. (Andriy, pls don't kill me for posting this candid shot of ya. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLrJtbBoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/waeY5FIayHg/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326200187520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLrJtbBoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/waeY5FIayHg/s320/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hee hee hee... New found love. Okay, just kidding. Charming, isn't he? He's my senior cum tutor! (By the way, did ya realise that we're both wearing the same colours? Couple wear! HAHA!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLrZtbBpI/AAAAAAAAADA/oOPPNdK_3RA/s1600-h/EDBERT!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326204482487954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLrZtbBpI/AAAAAAAAADA/oOPPNdK_3RA/s320/EDBERT!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, this is my class photo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm.. Too bad i can't upload the PAP112 course photo we took. Oh shit, i have to get back to revision now. DON'T FLUNK PAP112, SHUFEN!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Andriy, if ya're reading this. I THINK YA'RE REALLY CUTEEEE!!! LIKE COOLNESS PLUS CUTENESS!! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-2496657800309514945?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2496657800309514945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=2496657800309514945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2496657800309514945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/2496657800309514945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2008/04/pap-peeps.html' title='PAP peeps!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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/_p7GkdyarwhA/SAtLqJtbBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/kDmZr84ab3g/s72-c/DSC02179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-8138826050931921688</id><published>2008-04-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:47:00.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm left with 3 more papers to go! Woohooo!! I must sound like I'm in high spirits, but the actual fact is that I'm feeling the direct opposite. Ever since I entered uni, I've never felt genuinely happy. I'm not saying that there weren't any happy moments. Of course there were. But those moments do not happen often enough for me to feel contented. Pathetically enough, I can't even remember when was the last time I laughed whole-heartedly. Sigh. I came uni just to make myself feel more dumb. My first year in uni is already coming to an end, yet I still feel like I haven't learnt anything. I still feel the same. The level of my knowledge is still stagnant, like it always has been since .... God knows when, actually. I'm sick of entering the examination hall with my head held high, but exiting with my confidence deflated. Why should I bother to study even when I've tried so freaking hard, I still fall below my expectations? I just wish I was borned smarter. I don't really believe in hard work anymore. I mean, how can I when I've been proven wrong? Honestly speaking, I'm not sure what point am I trying to bring across here. I just feel like rumbling on and on and on and on till the sun goes down. I just wanna whine. I just wanna be heard. Another thing is that, I feel completely invisible at home. INVISIBLE. Not INVINCIBLE. No one bothers to talk to me. All the attention is on my bro. The least they could do is ask me about school. I wanna tell them how weary I am from school and that I dread school. So so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. That was the EMO side of me speaking. SHITS aside. I just received this 2 tops that I purchased online! Wooohooo!! Retail therapy definitely does the work! Haha... Okay LAH, actually I do love sch, apart from all the sch work I get and tests that just keep haunting me every single week. This sem is ending soon. In fact, it has already ended since I'm already half way through my exams now. I won't expect myself to do remarkably well, cuz I know where I stand. Plus that fact that I screwed up my bloody mas183. Haha! Mas182 was pretty alright. But that spells C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N! If I found the paper 'alright', all the stupid scholars (okay, ya know i don't mean that) would definitely deem it as EASY PEASY. Bell curve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'd better get back to revision. I don't wanna commit the same mistake I made in sem 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song which I wanna share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara Evans-Perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't take me to Paris&lt;br /&gt;On a lover's getaway&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;If I'd rather wear your t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Than a sexy negligee&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Every dinner doesn't have to be candlelit&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda nice to know that it doesn't have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Baby every little piece&lt;br /&gt;Of the puzzle doesn't always fit&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love can be rough around the edges tattered at the seams&lt;br /&gt;But honey if it's good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;It's good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If your mother doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;The way I treat her baby boy&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;If in every wedding picture&lt;br /&gt;My daddy looks annoyed&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that all the fairy tales tell a lie&lt;br /&gt;Real love and real life doesn't have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind if I show up late for everything&lt;br /&gt;And when you lose your cool it's kinda cute to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it nice to know that we don't have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good enough for me (perfect)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah good enough for me (perfect)&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me (perfect)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. ENDAU ROMPIN, HERE I COME! ADIDAS SUNDOWN, HERE I COME! CEMERONG, HERE I COME! AHM, HERE I COME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-8138826050931921688?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8138826050931921688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=8138826050931921688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8138826050931921688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/8138826050931921688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-left-with-3-more-papers-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6378088497986670718</id><published>2007-09-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:58:20.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the day goes by, my complaints are building up. Even the slightest thing can cause me to grimace and whine about it. That's so freaking spoilt, I know. I hate girls who whine. But I'm becoming like one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my laptop. I have a knack for affecting electronic gadgets, causing 'em to malfunction. One moment, I couldn't turn it off. The next moment, I couldn't log in. Boyy... Do I have the 'magical' touch. Ya know something? It sucks being sucha computer idiot. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Whining asides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the ODAC subcomm now! Not only that, the best thing is that, Mel and Gladys are in the comm with me!! Sweeeet! :) It's a miracle that I got chosen, judging from my constant 'I don't know' answers. I guess they found me honest. Honestly speaking, I think it's that my previous ODAC background and job that made me stand out from the rest. Or maybe my good looks. HAHA! Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the SAFRA website, that huihui and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;boarded the wrong bus (where we headed in the opposite direction).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alighted many stops after only when a kind soul told us we were on the wrong bus, worst, heading the wrong direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crossed the road only to find out that there wasn't any bus we could take back to the interchange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got splashed by an SBS bus twice (front wheels then back wheels) while we were trying to manouvre across the road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;screamed like mad girls when our legs got wet, attracting attention from the public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;discovered that the toa payoh SAFRA was of walking distance from the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105092233040820530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RtjuVogA-TI/AAAAAAAAACM/MUyvGiKOx20/s320/CAYFMFE5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the puddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105092366184806722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RtjudYgA-UI/AAAAAAAAACU/uu3Q5H43qQw/s320/CA9GSR19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my wet legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-endless education is wearing my thin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-6378088497986670718?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6378088497986670718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=6378088497986670718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6378088497986670718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/6378088497986670718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-day-goes-by-my-complaints-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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/_p7GkdyarwhA/RtjuVogA-TI/AAAAAAAAACM/MUyvGiKOx20/s72-c/CAYFMFE5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770793855138338125.post-4253755445137470839</id><published>2007-08-30T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:02:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! I finally have the chance and time to come online. I feel so detached from the virtual world. I've been channeling all my time and sweat (try climbing all the stairs in NTU man!) into school. It's lectures, tutorials and lab sessions all day long! I know I'm being ultra exaggerated right here. Well... People are always behaving like this when they're whining, isn't it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Main highlights of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I managed to complete my lab report and hand it up on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fell backwards on the shuttle bus, and landed helplessly on the bus driver's lap!!! Lucky him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I signed up for Xcampus run.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned up for ODAC subcomm interview, which I probably made the interviewer think that I'm a clown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used Jamie's tablet to draw and write to his friends via MSN. (if i knew tablet was this fun, i'd have gotten one!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MANY scary encounters with the bloody lizards in my hall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, the lizards here aren't like those in my house. Their skin colour is much paler, and they do not click. According to simaa's analysis, the lizards are too ill and sickly (explains why they're pale) to have any energy left to click. I find that absolutely logical la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... Did I mention bout the AHM I went last Sunday? My gosh! What I've learnt from it is that- Never run when ya've got a flu. But then again, why not? When there are cute medics around. Heh heh heh... I don't care! Next year, I'll be participating in the half marathon, and clock a super duper ultra mega good timing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember having a lot of things to mention in my blog. Somehow, there seems to be nothing much now. Haha... Credits to simaa that I'm able to blog. I'm using her lappie (sucha cute term) while she's still in the showers. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way, I think I sounded like a bimbo during the ODAC interview today. Knew I shouldn't have gone and make a fool outta myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simaa's back now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Jamie said he chanced upon my blog. I think more like he's stalking me! Jamie, if ya're reading this, stop spying on me! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770793855138338125-4253755445137470839?l=shufenistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4253755445137470839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770793855138338125&amp;postID=4253755445137470839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4253755445137470839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770793855138338125/posts/default/4253755445137470839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shufenistall.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-i-finally-have-chance-and-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</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-770793855138338125.post-6168658687549892050</id><published>2007-08-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:35:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BDAY SINGAPORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YA WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL AND CELLS AND CELL NUCLEUS AND CELL PROTONS, NOT FORGETTING ELECTRONS AND NEUTRONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I know this bday wish came almost a week late. Well, can't blame me when I've got lotsa notes to read through and tutorials to complete. It's JC life ALL over again. But double the stress and minus THE junny (sad...) Who said that JC is the toughest? Once ya've conquered it, Uni life would be a smooth sail. Mr Cheng, ya're wrong! (no offence to huihui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! My main objective is to post up pictures I took on NDP, and not to whine like a spoilt brat. Sometimes, it's not easy to stop yourself from digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXJOYgA-SI/AAAAAAAAACE/IAhX6NzI0GU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703401999038754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXJOYgA-SI/AAAAAAAAACE/IAhX6NzI0GU/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Simaa kept insisting that I might not be made in Sg, since my parents are m'sians. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXJFogA-RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E3_vyxc4ZUQ/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703251675183378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXJFogA-RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E3_vyxc4ZUQ/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoo! Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXI74gA-QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n7MwsAw1TNY/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703084171458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXI74gA-QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n7MwsAw1TNY/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIzIgA-PI/AAAAAAAAABs/JJSpiAAtK-g/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702933847603442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIzIgA-PI/AAAAAAAAABs/JJSpiAAtK-g/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sg flag, star clapper, tattoo on face, my tongue and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIbogA-OI/AAAAAAAAABk/0DJx3h7ROw8/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702530120677602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIbogA-OI/AAAAAAAAABk/0DJx3h7ROw8/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIN4gA-NI/AAAAAAAAABc/HpH15E4dYvU/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702293897476306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIN4gA-NI/AAAAAAAAABc/HpH15E4dYvU/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off out tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIGIgA-MI/AAAAAAAAABU/C7TGc3YO9fA/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702160753490114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXIGIgA-MI/AAAAAAAAABU/C7TGc3YO9fA/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star clappers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXH44gA-LI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfhQNxPe6ZE/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099701933120223410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7GkdyarwhA/RsXH44gA-LI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfhQNxPe6ZE/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freaking cool 'laser' fan, that broke down after I dropped it ONCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY! I'm not emo anymore! Cuz I finally have friends from my course, who are my kind! To my surprise, they're not anything like I expected 'em to turn out to be. They're not muggers, not boring ppl and definitely good conversationlist! Something random: I lost 2kg ever since sch started! Now I have a reason to love uni/hostel life! Alrighty, I'm satisfied with how everything turned out. I'm... GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shopping was depressing today. I couldn't find the white button-up shirt (which is similar to the Levi's top)that I want. I walked into almost every possible shop that ya can find in TM and CS, searching for it. But to no avail. And I can tell ya that, that kind of feeling sucks. Ended up, not getting anything at all. Zj somehow found it hilarious that I can look so concentrated while contemplating on purchasing something. Sorry la, this is an innate thing for girls. At least, for most girls. So, bear with it when my mood fluctuates when shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hui, if ya're reading this, which I know ya'd be. I went training for AHM today. So stop nagging at me! Tamp gym has quite a number of cute guys leh!! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another random thought: I think my mum is hooked on buying curry puffs from Old Chang Kee. I see it on the kitchen table every other night. And I mean, EVERY OTHER NIGHT. Gosh! So oily but so yummy. Sinful sinful!My mum should be held responsible that my size is like that. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's make up lectures tmr. 9.30am in the morning. Thanks to National Day, that I have to wake up at 6.30am. 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