<?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-381633480326446888</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:16:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated simplicities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8260357582045443603</id><published>2010-10-28T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:39:39.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what to say anymore. I dont even know what to think anymore. I dont even want to think or feel anymore. I am just so... numb to the world. And everything that's happening around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel the happiness and joy that I used to feel anymore. Its just day after day after day after day after day of work, and then 2 days of reprise. Which doesnt really do me any good, since I have nothing to do, nowhere to go. No one to look forward to. So whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even think bout my future anymore. Bad. I am better then this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just.. jaded. I am just sick of everything. I dont wanna pretend to be happy anymore, to be happy bout what I am doing, to make people think I am happy doing what I am doing. I am tired, of all this false appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only blog when I am down. This shouldnt be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8260357582045443603?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8260357582045443603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8260357582045443603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8260357582045443603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8260357582045443603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/jaded.html' title='Jaded.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6779390610921948757</id><published>2010-09-27T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:32:20.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Only.</title><content type='html'>Its only when you can let go of the pain you have inside, only then you can forgive him truely for all the things he had done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when you can forgive him truely for all the things he had done to you, only then you set those thoughts of him/her aside, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when you are set those thoughts of him/her aside, only then you can really look at him/her as just a friend, and not as a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when you can look at him/her as a friend, only then you can be truely happy for him/her as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when you can look at him/her as a friend, only then you can be truely happy yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only about letting go. When you can let go, when you ALLOW yourself to let go, only then you can be truely happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6779390610921948757?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6779390610921948757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6779390610921948757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6779390610921948757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6779390610921948757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-only.html' title='Its Only.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3246531672983608056</id><published>2010-09-27T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:24:49.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like A Ship...</title><content type='html'>Just like a ship, set adrift in the middle of the ocean. Heading nowhere, getting tossed around by the seas and waves, getting battered by the stormy weather, riding it out. Just like a ship, built to withstand all weather, unsinkable, without its own power, allowing the forces of nature to set its course. This ship, is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have said to me, "DUDE! You got a nice job, no worries, carefree life, what are  you all lost and emo about?!" So my boat is watertight, and rock solid. But honestly, so what. A vessel is built to go somewhere. It needs direction to go somewhere. Without that direction, it goes nowhere. It goes wherever the winds and waves takes it. The vessel goes to places, but is never really truely there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a vessel, moving under my own power. I want to be a ship, steaming steadily in a direction, to a destination that I really want to be at. It doesnt matter if the passage lies along stormy seas, shallow waters, as long as the destination is well worth all the troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for that destination. I am hunting for that place, that will bring me HOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I am just another ship, watertight, but aimlessly adrift, in the wide empty ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am emo about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3246531672983608056?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3246531672983608056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3246531672983608056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3246531672983608056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3246531672983608056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-like-ship.html' title='Just Like A Ship...'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7267823529837006345</id><published>2010-09-17T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:48:56.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think its not too bad to be stuck in a place at the absolute end of Singapore, dressed in greens everyday, since I get plenty of time, detached from the world out there, with plenty of time for me to clear some nagging thoughts in my head... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I cant help, but try to figure, how have I been. always managing to push people out of my life. So many times, again and again, what seemed so nice and comfortable in the beginning, ends up to be nothing, with those people MIA-ing out of my life. Maybe I shouldn't be too affected, since people come and go. But I cant help but think, is this happening too much, too often, to be a regular... occurance.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; R, I met her 4 years ago, I thought there was really nothing much going on, but I got too attached. She was indeed one of a kind, a wonderful lady with a wonderful mind, and a character to match. And so we lost contact for 4 years, since explicit instructions were to move on. But after 4 years, I tried adding her on FB, but was rejected twice. Now, I still cant really figure out why... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; M, met her a short 2-3 months ago, and we chatted quite a bit. and again, I think I got too attached, and all of a sudden, she MIA-ed again.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Is it something that I did, or is it something I didn't do?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Random ramblings, for a Friday night stuck in a camp in the middle of nowhere. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7267823529837006345?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7267823529837006345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7267823529837006345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7267823529837006345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7267823529837006345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2276327750050098075</id><published>2010-09-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:42:20.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had My Life To Live Over...</title><content type='html'>I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;I'd relax, I would limber up.&lt;br /&gt;I would be sillier than I have been this trip.&lt;br /&gt;I would take fewer things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I would take more chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.&lt;br /&gt;I would eat more ice cream and less beans.&lt;br /&gt;I would perhaps have more actual troubles, &lt;br /&gt;but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm one of those people who live &lt;br /&gt;sensibly and sanely hour after hour, &lt;br /&gt;day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had my moments,&lt;br /&gt;And if I had it to do over again, &lt;br /&gt;I'd have more of them.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments, one after another,&lt;br /&gt;instead of living so many years ahead of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been one of those people who never goes anywhere &lt;br /&gt;without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat&lt;br /&gt;and a parachute.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over,&lt;br /&gt;I would start barefoot earlier in the spring&lt;br /&gt;and stay that way later in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;I would go to more dances.&lt;br /&gt;I would ride more merry-go-rounds.&lt;br /&gt;I would pick more daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Stair,&lt;br /&gt;85 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Thanks Tin Fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2276327750050098075?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2276327750050098075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2276327750050098075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2276327750050098075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2276327750050098075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html' title='If I Had My Life To Live Over...'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5921459715080331168</id><published>2010-09-12T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:42:59.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is the Cure. Or is it?</title><content type='html'>THey always say, time will wash away the bad memories, and life goes on. They always say, over time, things get better, and you move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, no one really moves on completely, no matter how long a time. Bad experiences leaves scars, and those scars remain. Yes, so scars may fade away after time, but that's a helluva long time, provided they do fade away. So what if it doesnt fade away? It will always remain a part of you, accompanying you along the way, tarnishing the goodness you find, sowing fear in all the peace and joy you have. And sadly, its only the ones that you care most, that leaves the deepest scars. Those that heal, and leave hideous scars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25, 2006, left a really nasty scar in me. June 03, 2010, left another deeper one. Hell, I am sure as hell over the fact that its over, and I am moving on in life. But why do I feel so empty inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Jack bout this, and I told him, its not that I am still hung up over that r/s. I am over it, but with the end of that r/s, I seem to have lost all directions in life. I used to have work pointing out the direction that I am going to tread. And when that went to shit, I had a r/s to fall back on. I had a goal, which was to work towards a marriage. And when that went to shit... Damn. Did I lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what exactly "Moving On" entails? I dont know. I am still figuring out. And this is yet, another mindless rambling from me. I got no idea where this post is going, but it just has to get out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really moves on. They just simply make the best of what they have, and get on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5921459715080331168?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5921459715080331168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5921459715080331168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5921459715080331168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5921459715080331168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-is-cure-or-is-it.html' title='Time is the Cure. Or is it?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4832902046982068487</id><published>2010-09-12T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:03:14.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Sleeved Shirts</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I have to document this, as this is a serious sign of my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR 15.5' 33.5' SHIRTS FROM G2000!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I have 8 shirts, 4 of which are brand new, 2 from my first trip to KL, and 2 cuff linked shirts from G2000. Lets not talk bout the last 4 shirts, but the 4 brand new shirts, why on earth did I still get the 32.5 inch shirts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant get any stupider. Really. Colin, epitome of Stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I just have to find ways to rid those 8 shirts. Damn waste to throw them away. And its also a fantastic sign for me to buy new stuff! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Please, lets not forget that I am going to bring a measuring tape whenever I buy any more shirts, from G2000 or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4832902046982068487?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4832902046982068487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4832902046982068487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4832902046982068487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4832902046982068487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-sleeved-shirts.html' title='Short Sleeved Shirts'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5346448187109044823</id><published>2010-09-10T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:03:00.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Back: Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Sure as hell this aint going to the be the only post, so I shall title this as Pt 1...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESNT MATTER WHETHER I MEET YOU OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sentence is still echoing around my head, till now. And I just suddenly hit me, that maybe, so maybe, I might have given her too much time. Well, she wanted lots of time alone, to do her stuff. So I gave her what she wanted. Only requested for 1/2 to a day of time every week, to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, so maybe, I am just a dull fark. Does nothing interesting, everything becomes routine, becomes mundane. I seriously lack creativity in a relationship. Maybe I so deserved this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely, its bout the face. And I have to put a stop to this occasional "wallowing in self pity" thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5346448187109044823?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5346448187109044823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5346448187109044823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5346448187109044823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5346448187109044823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking-back-pt-1.html' title='Thinking Back: Pt 1'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2081658111252685443</id><published>2010-09-10T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:07:22.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Object of the week: Cup.</title><content type='html'>How true, that you cant fill a cup that is already full. How can you listen and understand anything, that is said by another person, when you already have your mind made up? How, are you able to accept anything that is said by another person, when you refuse to even TRY to understand and even bloody fucking bother to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing control. I am just fugging losing control. Its almost non-existent lately, as compared to what I was, when I left Hall, and came back home. All I need, is another few years away from this household, to attain Nirvana. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, it doesnt help, that my cup is emptied. dried, and dusty. for quite a while, and looks to be a longer while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2081658111252685443?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2081658111252685443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2081658111252685443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2081658111252685443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2081658111252685443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/object-of-week-cup.html' title='Object of the week: Cup.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2803629545141741912</id><published>2010-08-31T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:19:45.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK!</title><content type='html'>Ok, upon the request of miss YY, I shall bravely resume my blog. Even though its been almost like forever since I last posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates to my life, simply for documentation purposes (now, why does this statement sound so familiar), major landmarks this year for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late March: Trip to Extron Europe, Ameersfoort, The Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;Mid April: Trip to KL for Malaysia Showcase, KL.&lt;br /&gt;Early May: Trip to Phuket, Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Early June: Got dumped (I think its 1 or 2 June, cant be sure)&lt;br /&gt;Early July: Trip to Christchurch, NZ, and Auckland, NZ for Tertiary Forum&lt;br /&gt;Mid August: Trip to Sydney, Australia for Integrate 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast!&lt;br /&gt;9 Sept - 26 Sept: Nation calls&lt;br /&gt;Mid Nov: Trip to HK for EST, followed by Infocomm, via BUDGET! (seriously, wtf)&lt;br /&gt;5 Dec: Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that's running through my head now:&lt;br /&gt;- I seriously need to bloody pass IPPT in camp. Else I am oh so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;- Seriously, start to look around, for an alternative 9-5?&lt;br /&gt;- Ignore the daily reminders to go for dating services. &lt;br /&gt;- RUN TIKO RUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aint exactly how a blog should go, but, its been quite a while since I last did it, so I do have some excuse for messing it up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2803629545141741912?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2803629545141741912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2803629545141741912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2803629545141741912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2803629545141741912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3056827954882623083</id><published>2009-10-01T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:35:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIngapore GP F1 Night Race 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="800" height="540"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622334990467%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622334990467%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157622334990467&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622334990467%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622334990467%2F&amp;set_id=72157622334990467&amp;jump_to=" width="800" height="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3056827954882623083?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3056827954882623083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3056827954882623083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3056827954882623083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3056827954882623083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='SIngapore GP F1 Night Race 2009.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5952657016552967819</id><published>2009-10-01T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:35:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller and Elina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="800" height="540"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622450268766%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622450268766%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157622450268766&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622450268766%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fluntut%2Fsets%2F72157622450268766%2F&amp;set_id=72157622450268766&amp;jump_to=" width="800" height="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for allowing me to be part of the biggest day of your lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourites..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5952657016552967819?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5952657016552967819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5952657016552967819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5952657016552967819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5952657016552967819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/miller-and-elina.html' title='Miller and Elina'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8461407080431160019</id><published>2008-12-18T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:09:12.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The EggYolk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SUpWQyoK-EI/AAAAAAAAATA/Zis39cJi0Tc/s1600-h/DSC_3335ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281128359513487426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SUpWQyoK-EI/AAAAAAAAATA/Zis39cJi0Tc/s320/DSC_3335ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it the beginning of a new day? Or is it the end of just another day? I dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got so much in my mind lately. Its just so different being officially employed, and being a student. Its so hard to get expelled out of school, but it seems so easy to get fired. Especially in my office. I just seem to see people leaving. I just watched a very hardworking man walk out of the office on Monday afternoon. He was told to leave, without any reason. Its 10 days away from Christmas. He was 3 weeks away from confirmation. He was so hardworking. He is no longer employed by Extron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I even dare to say anything in the office? I dont. There are comments that I cannot make, things that I have in my head that cannot come out.I hate this feeling. This is not me. Not at all. People making stupid suggestions, and I just have to execute them. People who are absolutely inefficient in work, and she has been there for over 4 years, while a man 5 months old, super hardworking, cant be any more willing to learn, or extend out a helping hand, has to leave. And my engineer counterpart, he just has to let me cover more and more shit for him. He is 38, and he doesnt behave like one. The sense of responsibility just seems to elude him. I just cant imagine he made that mistake today. Even some people cant believe it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having so little appetite nowadays. I just dont feel like eating anymore. Food used to turn me right on, I will do anything to eat. It seems that I am just hiding away and away from it nowadays. I feel hungry, but I dont feel like eating. I feel stifled, encroached, alienated, at home. I feel out of place, weird, at work, where everyone seems to be my enemy. I have a lot of pent up frustrations. I dunno what to do with it. How I wish I can just be a girl, and let it all out, by crying. Nope, I got my manly pride stopping me from doing that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, the next day comes, and I head to work, knowing that I have to put in my best in the company, fight for what I want in my life. And knowing full well that I might just be the nxt person walking out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of bad thoughts. Before this blog becomes one that I turn to whenever I am down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I wanna do in 2009:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Go  Redang, and maybe Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Complete Sundown Marathon 42km,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Complete Standard Chartered 42km&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Start training for Singapore Bi 2010, and ultimately Aviva Ironman 2013.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Work hard. Get as many Certifications as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems weird really, work used to be my priority. The first thing I think about. And now, its the 5th thing I thought about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something is wrong. I dunno myself anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8461407080431160019?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8461407080431160019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8461407080431160019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8461407080431160019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8461407080431160019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/eggyolk.html' title='The EggYolk.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SUpWQyoK-EI/AAAAAAAAATA/Zis39cJi0Tc/s72-c/DSC_3335ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5965327172404403705</id><published>2008-09-24T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:01:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SNpkKaxROII/AAAAAAAAAN0/kT-_XSK5sew/s1600-h/DSC_0452pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249618445801175170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SNpkKaxROII/AAAAAAAAAN0/kT-_XSK5sew/s320/DSC_0452pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe all i am looking for is just a reassurance that the past will not happen again. the pain and agony, the miserable, lonely nights i spent alone, smoking, thinking, drinking, crying, trying to forget. the times where i had no one to turn to, to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that is too much to ask for. maybe that is unfair to the girl. but i know for sure that, i will only be with someone when i am able to trust her totally, to believe in everything that she says. to know that she will not do anything funny behind my back. to not go out for dinner one day with a guy, and come back to initiate a breakup with me. but please understand, that i need a very strong reason to be able to trust you to that extent. i need, maybe more then a strong reason, to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe everytime i bring up that other 2 guys, is cos i was looking for a reassuring reply from you. that will convince me that you are actually not even vaguely considering them as options too. so you have a lot of guy friends, so do i have a lot of female friends. i am not gonna stop you from going out with them, everyone deserves their own lives. but, are you able to reassure me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me insecure. call me selfish. call me weak. call me anything you wish to. i am just a scarred man. deep inside. the such wounds run sooo deep, it never really heals properly. i just need time. i need a much stronger reassurance than in the past. i need to be convinced that girls are juz creatures that will run away from me after a while. i am too boring and too poor to keep their attentions for long. yes, i am no longer confident of anything at all. of any relationships anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went through much more then hell the last 2 years. i am not interested to go through that again. and i am not looking for a girlfriend anymore. girlfriends dont last. they come and go. i am looking for something that will stay. with me. for life. through thick and thin, everyting that coms my way, that i can trust that she will always remain on my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words are juz things you say. words are just words. actions are wat that matters. actions speak louder than words. you can say that if i am not worth your wait, you wont even be with me. if so, why do you say that you are wasting time wit me? i donno. maybe its time you think about it. deeper. if i am really worth your time. worth your wait. it could be a 10 year wait. even possibly longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not gonna let women ruin this new chapter of my life. as how it did to the last chapter of mine. everything else is secondary. work is primary. i will give up everything on the r/s part to make sure my life is not messed up. ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not pushing you away. you are 1 person that can tahan my crap, my quirks. i miss u to bits. there are times when i wanna tell u how much i yearn for you. but i hold them all back, for the fear that if i say those things to you, i might trip over and fall into the same pithole as last time again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me selfish. maybe i am. but its all just for self preservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5965327172404403705?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5965327172404403705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5965327172404403705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5965327172404403705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5965327172404403705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-me-selfish.html' title='call me selfish.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SNpkKaxROII/AAAAAAAAAN0/kT-_XSK5sew/s72-c/DSC_0452pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7914070911304325448</id><published>2008-09-02T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:53:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slogging away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SL1FOKESI1I/AAAAAAAAANs/-VKeCPftt4U/s1600-h/DSC_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421650851930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SL1FOKESI1I/AAAAAAAAANs/-VKeCPftt4U/s320/DSC_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just finished national lifesaving championships, still waters segment yesterday. and i concluded i am too old to do anything anymore. except to work. no longer can i put in my best for anything after work already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;work's been quite demoralising recently. my supervisor is passing me over for simple stuff. like what the hell. testing a simple unit, i cant even do? gotta get a more snr person to do? come on la. what is he trying to say to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and life outside work and training? almost nothing. i barely got time for myself. all i wanna do is juz walk around sg and take fotos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i miss the sun. will the sun juz come out next week onwards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7914070911304325448?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7914070911304325448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7914070911304325448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7914070911304325448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7914070911304325448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/slogging-away.html' title='slogging away'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SL1FOKESI1I/AAAAAAAAANs/-VKeCPftt4U/s72-c/DSC_0854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5454532735267292170</id><published>2008-08-18T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:08:55.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not so bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SKmQeBcynbI/AAAAAAAAANk/OU7Ab3UicGA/s1600-h/DSC_0903121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235874887254580658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SKmQeBcynbI/AAAAAAAAANk/OU7Ab3UicGA/s320/DSC_0903121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;exams over. did alright. though i felt i could have done way better den wat my current results are. but thats not the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;plenty of assignments and presentation trainings coming up. got a lot to prepare, to do. so please dun thnk i am being slack when i dun turn up for trainings. i barely got time for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very tired. my damn groin hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5454532735267292170?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5454532735267292170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5454532735267292170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5454532735267292170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5454532735267292170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-so-bad.html' title='its not so bad.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SKmQeBcynbI/AAAAAAAAANk/OU7Ab3UicGA/s72-c/DSC_0903121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5380246101962299913</id><published>2008-08-06T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:43.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye YT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJiIe5YgY8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ecpughSKppU/s1600-h/DSC_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081031571891138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJiIe5YgY8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ecpughSKppU/s320/DSC_0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lost the oldest fish in my tank today. he was bout 6 yrs old. he has been with me for over 2 years. he went thru thick and thin. countless rescapes and dirty waters. he had only the best to eat for the last 2 over years. and he left me today for fishie kingdom. I will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its quite disheartening to see the corals in my tank not doing well. the lack of attention for my tank is taking its toll. not only on corals, but on my wallet too. :( juz posted up a sales thread in SRC, and i shall judge from the response of the thread, to see if i should decomm a not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i have plugged in my FR again, to see if it is indeed phosphate problems causing all the deaths. or could it be my lack of feeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is confusing. should i decom? or should i not? haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5380246101962299913?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5380246101962299913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5380246101962299913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5380246101962299913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5380246101962299913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-yt.html' title='bye bye YT.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJiIe5YgY8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ecpughSKppU/s72-c/DSC_0275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8445312743250398086</id><published>2008-08-04T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting slow. already fat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJcjm2g4HCI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZlsWYRLrTv4/s1600-h/DSC_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688642589531170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJcjm2g4HCI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZlsWYRLrTv4/s320/DSC_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i need to start to train more. i cant swim anymore! booo. sucky time trial timing. cant even get my legs to move more. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a busy nxt few weekends coming up: (this is just to remind myself)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.   080808: Sani's Wedding. Gotta go down after work.&lt;br /&gt;2.   090808: Fireworks phototaking.&lt;br /&gt;3.   100808: Convo gown phototaking with hall 12 peeps (KIV)&lt;br /&gt;4.   150808: Final Exam Part 1: 100 MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;5.   160808: JiaHao's wedding. Whole day event.&lt;br /&gt;6.   170808: Studying for exams.&lt;br /&gt;7.   180808: Final Exam Part 2: System Validation. Final Exam Part 3: System Design.&lt;br /&gt;8.   21-220808: Train the Trainer Course. Gotta prepare for presentations. ARGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;9.   220808: ESCO family day. Whyyyyy must i go run!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. 230808: Helping Mike with his project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am quite sure i left something out. cant think of wat i left out. but i cant be bothered to think anymore. i am tired! and of course, not to mention that i got plenty of trainings coming up. ARGH. for once i actually hope that i dun get into the team. at least i got more time for myself. and my deteriorating fish tank. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8445312743250398086?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8445312743250398086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8445312743250398086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8445312743250398086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8445312743250398086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-slow-already-fat.html' title='getting slow. already fat.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJcjm2g4HCI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZlsWYRLrTv4/s72-c/DSC_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1638294378537074205</id><published>2008-08-03T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:44.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am backkkkkkk!</title><content type='html'>ok. i know, it might seem that my blog is dead. but seriously, i barely got enough time to sit down at my lappie to just try to update anything here. work's been torturous. why do i still have to go through another bout of studying right after i completed my previous education? and the passing mark is like, crazy. 80%. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty of things happened. good things first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MY WRIST IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME TO GYM AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I GOT A NEW BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i need to work on my photography skills. i am just not doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;2. i am running out of cash. wth. time to start working on my finances.&lt;br /&gt;3. i need to start running. my tummy seems to be softening. bad.&lt;br /&gt;4. i need a new pair of working shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i cant remember anything now. and blogger is being nasty to me. more updates coming!&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall upload one foto every post. in honour of my new darling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6y7vQGrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JIQGPM78_g0/s1600-h/P1030008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230291926452804274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6y7vQGrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JIQGPM78_g0/s320/P1030008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6y0YVXCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IeK_dTr7r64/s1600-h/P1030015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230291924477631522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6y0YVXCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IeK_dTr7r64/s320/P1030015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6yxgHCaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SUd9bV4rACM/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230291923704940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6yxgHCaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SUd9bV4rACM/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6zGAZL2I/AAAAAAAAANE/gSNcG5TIvM0/s1600-h/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230291929209057122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6zGAZL2I/AAAAAAAAANE/gSNcG5TIvM0/s320/DSC_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6zHVeh4I/AAAAAAAAANM/8GeG_wdCirk/s1600-h/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230291929565923202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6zHVeh4I/AAAAAAAAANM/8GeG_wdCirk/s320/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1638294378537074205?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1638294378537074205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1638294378537074205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1638294378537074205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1638294378537074205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-backkkkkkk.html' title='i am backkkkkkk!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SJW6y7vQGrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JIQGPM78_g0/s72-c/P1030008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1947481078688547139</id><published>2008-06-24T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:15:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>i always thought i could handle this. work in the day, train in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last 3 weeks i have been reaching home like around midnight, slping around 2, waking up at 7 for work. i am tired. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i juz got a new brand of contacts today. i bloody hope dat this will be the end of days where i have to scrub my contacts to remove cataract quality protein b4 wearing them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can get to learn more at work. its so slow now. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1947481078688547139?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1947481078688547139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1947481078688547139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1947481078688547139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1947481078688547139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8577173810940765296</id><published>2008-06-14T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:50:06.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIW!</title><content type='html'>thank god its weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now fully understand how come its so important to for working people to cherish their weekends. its so damn bloody precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week at work. very slow week. doing so much reading and gotta take a 100 mcq test some more. passsing mark for me is 85%. which is like wtf. so high i dun even dare to take the test even though i read e course materials twice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work hard! u might get rewarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8577173810940765296?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8577173810940765296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8577173810940765296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8577173810940765296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8577173810940765296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgiw.html' title='TGIW!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8964938015171337837</id><published>2008-06-07T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:02:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happening past 7 days..</title><content type='html'>major activity 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for reservist from 2 june to 7 june. did a lot of sai kang there. stood in as acting CQ. not very glamourous. but it does give me certain privilleges. like sitting in the driver cabin of the tonner, without hving to squeeze into the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major activity 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared my last exams in NTU. results better den i expected this semester juz passed. but overall degree was still a pass with merit. considered pretty good, given that i failed 13 modules overall in the 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;and i still managed to graduate within 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;if i did work harder from year 2 onwards, results would definitely have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major activity 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ in my own house!&lt;br /&gt;ok this sounds really trival, but i have a mother that strictly forbids MJ in the house, cos she considers it a form of PURE gambling. which i seriously beg to differ. MJ is half brains half luck. money is juz an incentive. but then, its still shiok. a breakthru, to play in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sending my peeps off to their grad trip which i was supposed to join them for, but did not in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. starting work nxt monday. scary thought, its like venturing into the unknown. but its also opportunities aplenty. gonna definitely work hard. strike it out there. do it good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8964938015171337837?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8964938015171337837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i never ever knew that i could actually hurt so much i feel like puking for the nxt half hour after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that i would ever experience so much pain my heart almost stopped. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that pain could be so unbearable, but i cant scream, cos its totally unmanly to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew clipping a damn manakin would pop my wrist bone out of the socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz hope tomorrow's X-RAY doesnt tell me i got a broken bone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am gonna miss NUS invitational, cos of my stupid hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and dun go on bout my hand saying i got it from PCC or i should chop it off. i have had enough of such shid already.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7158937711002540965?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7158937711002540965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7158937711002540965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7158937711002540965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7158937711002540965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/tcm.html' title='TCM'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4989381791402040127</id><published>2008-05-26T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:08:43.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey's</title><content type='html'>I SO LOVE GREY'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you still dun understand the reason why i love grey's, or if u r still in active denial that grey's is a series worthy of your time, take at least some time to check out the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super awesome dat grey's have such a wonderful team of writers working on the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greyswriters.com/"&gt;http://www.greyswriters.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks JY for the link. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4989381791402040127?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4989381791402040127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4989381791402040127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4989381791402040127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4989381791402040127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/greys.html' title='grey&apos;s'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7311762631160415521</id><published>2008-05-25T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:44:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>i might be missing u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop appearing in my dreams. its freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7311762631160415521?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7311762631160415521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7311762631160415521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7311762631160415521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7311762631160415521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5688894615528563</id><published>2008-05-25T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we eat harder then we train</title><content type='html'>There is nothing much to blog about my life lately, when its just simply sleeping and watching downloaded stuff and roaming around at home, and doing nothing, and watching my wrist just get worse and worse, even when i already stopped aggravating it. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Tung Lok Seafood at East Coast Park today for lunch buffet with the team. and seriously, we ate like we haven had a good proper meal for the last 2 months. The damn table was sooo flooded with food, its appalling. at least to me. and i can no longer eat like the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBK-166KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Brzl2upwu54/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981026350262434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBK-166KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Brzl2upwu54/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food Food Glorious Food. and its only only the first round out of subsequent many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLO166LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GuDSCS267UE/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981030645229746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLO166LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GuDSCS267UE/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the man who can just eat and eat and eat. and not grow fat at all. &lt;strong&gt;Disgusting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLe166MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9W9Lu-_o9u0/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981034940197058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLe166MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9W9Lu-_o9u0/s320/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plate dat ended the whole event. 30 egg tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLe166NI/AAAAAAAAALE/ItMArt8-kWE/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981034940197074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBLe166NI/AAAAAAAAALE/ItMArt8-kWE/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBL-166OI/AAAAAAAAALM/BnSFqQkp2-E/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981043530131682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBL-166OI/AAAAAAAAALM/BnSFqQkp2-E/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half the team ( i think its half, maybe lesser ) that was present today. the people that makes trainings so much more bearable and enjoyable. and gives me the true motivation to train hard, for something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and yes i am the one taking the fotos.&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/381633480326446888-5688894615528563?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5688894615528563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5688894615528563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5688894615528563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5688894615528563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-eat-harder-then-we-train.html' title='we eat harder then we train'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SDhBK-166KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Brzl2upwu54/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1745926216209860352</id><published>2008-05-16T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:44:11.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>8 lanes underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzt so hard to follow just 1 lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue line's sooo damn thick and obvious, and YOU ALL can juz keep zig zagging from lane 2 - 4, and back. so bloody inconsiderate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1745926216209860352?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1745926216209860352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1745926216209860352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1745926216209860352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1745926216209860352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7325055442160410137</id><published>2008-05-13T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:07:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libra</title><content type='html'>Every adolescent Libran's fantasy is to find the Prince or Princess of their dreams. As their lives unfold, the experiences, false starts, dramas, broken hearts and disillusionment they encounter seeking this personal Holy Grail, often shapes their futures in the most extra-ordinary manner. Love and love-lost makes a big difference to the Libran although their often happy-go-lucky appearance against all kinds of odds may not reveal this as fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librans can switch off from the world around then and during these periods much more occurs on the deep innermost levels of the Libran's psyche, than their closest companions imagine. Many Librans after establishing a lifestyle that somehow falls short of their childhood dreams, manage to conjure up a most independent life and keep up an image of being dedicated to a "close relationship". They can escape into obscure role playing - and often this makes them extremely successful business people. When it comes to romance and love, Librans can be difficult to fathom yet in business many Librans discover they can not only be creative, but it provides an opportunity to express the more diverse sides to their personalities. Their charm can win jobs and provides powerful friends. But in both work and play, looking for peace and harmony, Librans often say "yes" when they should be saying "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad fact about many a Libran's personal or business lives to say - many would have faired far better had they remained alone! But for those Librans who do find their secret dream and meet up with their Prince or Princess, that's another story! You'll find them living in some exotic, distant beautiful place, probably running the local bar or restaurant, designing the beach or ski gear, looking wonderful, sipping cocktails and finding life to be the total paradise they knew it could be. &lt;strong&gt;What Librans always have to remember when looking to fulfil their dreams is they should never undermine their own integrity and hold out until their dreams do come true - not simply take whatever is offered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7325055442160410137?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7325055442160410137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7325055442160410137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7325055442160410137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7325055442160410137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/libra.html' title='Libra'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8093064445066029874</id><published>2008-05-12T02:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 2 weeks...</title><content type='html'>finally i think my room looks a lil decent now. though its only quite half packed. heh. but i quite find it rather comfy, after adding a huge corkboard (which is actually quite lousy, but it costs 16 bucks. so i aint gonna complain too much) and rearranging some stuff here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TWHvF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HHsr81hctpo/s1600-h/DSC02594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199184000805967778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TWHvF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HHsr81hctpo/s320/DSC02594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my corkboard still looks rather empty, so i plastered my training regimes onto it big big to take up some space. shall find something nice to attach onto it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TmHvF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sCxQb-v7298/s1600-h/DSC02597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199184005100935090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TmHvF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sCxQb-v7298/s320/DSC02597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still gotta DIY a small rack for my extension cord on my table, and find something to decorate the wall on the side of my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TmHvF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/T60vqfr8-g0/s1600-h/DSC02598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199184005100935106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TmHvF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/T60vqfr8-g0/s320/DSC02598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think my night light is shoooooooooooooo nice! hahaa! i insist on slping with the light on, even though my mum thinks its an absolute waste of money to be doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, more fotos once i do up my room more. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8093064445066029874?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8093064445066029874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8093064445066029874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8093064445066029874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8093064445066029874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-2-weeks.html' title='after 2 weeks...'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SCc2TWHvF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HHsr81hctpo/s72-c/DSC02594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2711422697381125546</id><published>2008-05-09T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:54:42.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.O.O.S</title><content type='html'>i juz did 2km on my treadmill. oh and i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shid. and treadmills are supposed to be easier to run than on normal roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i am so gonna fail my coming IPPT. which is like, 3 weeks aways. exactly 3 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna run twice a day. morning and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.O.O.S.  FREAKING OUT OF SHAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2711422697381125546?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2711422697381125546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2711422697381125546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2711422697381125546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2711422697381125546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/foos.html' title='F.O.O.S'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3040360296614321048</id><published>2008-05-07T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:19:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery wrist</title><content type='html'>how did i even injure my right wrist in the first place? i cant think of anything i did to injure it, or even put it to any remote form of harm. its so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been steadily getting worse over the last 3 days. now i cant rotate it sideways, or pull my thumb, without feeling as though the whole wrist is being ripped right off my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant gym. i cant do statics. i am growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3040360296614321048?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3040360296614321048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3040360296614321048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3040360296614321048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3040360296614321048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery-wrist.html' title='mystery wrist'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5166436959250216781</id><published>2008-05-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SBnet67BDvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IF2p_U4PPu8/s1600-h/emo-gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195428525640847090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SBnet67BDvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IF2p_U4PPu8/s320/emo-gb.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/381633480326446888-5166436959250216781?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5166436959250216781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5166436959250216781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5166436959250216781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5166436959250216781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/emo.html' title='EMO?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SBnet67BDvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IF2p_U4PPu8/s72-c/emo-gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8876973108154459757</id><published>2008-05-01T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:42:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>control.</title><content type='html'>i am losing my temper so much more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i got an entire mouth full of ulcers. but dat is so totally not a good reason for me to flare up like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;control. i need control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else i will end up like the 2 old ones in e family. no, i am not gonna end up like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8876973108154459757?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8876973108154459757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8876973108154459757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8876973108154459757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8876973108154459757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/control.html' title='control.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1357436312796247693</id><published>2008-05-01T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:45:50.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a long tiring week</title><content type='html'>plenty happened since the last entry. and here's a summary for my own keepsake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th - 27th April:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved back home from hall. Took me 2 trips in the morning. picked up my expensive chiller and my spoilt nephew along e way back. packed my room for the nxt 2 days, trashed at least 3 trashbags full of stuff from my room.&lt;br /&gt;Took care of my nephew and missed my Jazz-By-The-Beach chillout session with my teammates cos i cant leave my nephew with my dad, cos he was too cranky and might take it out on my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th April:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to swim, doodled all day doing nothing. got a new pair of shoes. went to the library to borrow books to read. Doesnt sound much, but really, it pretty much shagged me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th April:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most disastrous job interview with a company's CEO. totally unforgiving. it's been bugging me ever since. how i managed to fuck it up so bad. how i managed to be so crappy. so lousy. intimidated. and its digging a piece of me outta it the last 2 days. will talk bout it in detail the nxt entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th April:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to hall to return my keys. dropped by NIE gym in the morning. I am so gonna miss that place. Waited an hour for Clemence to play MJ. and dat retarded CHT won so much money, i think he should be shot. Came back home, supposedly for dinner, to have my mum finish up my dinner, leaving me with nothing, and typing this entry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh seriously, life aint dat bad. really. i mean, its juz a wednesday night. its a PH tomorrow. I am like at home, doing nothing, being hungry. being cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint so bad. cup's half full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1357436312796247693?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1357436312796247693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1357436312796247693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1357436312796247693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1357436312796247693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-long-tiring-week.html' title='its been a long tiring week'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1475060558468417522</id><published>2008-04-24T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:09:16.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>which one should i accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a company i've been wif for 3 years, who is offering me peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a new company which is offering me even more peanuts basic, but an attractive incentive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i just bloody go join the police force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody hate growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1475060558468417522?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1475060558468417522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1475060558468417522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1475060558468417522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1475060558468417522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5208166925784929881</id><published>2008-04-18T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:04:55.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never think out loud.</title><content type='html'>4 years ago, i never thought out loud. and pple taught me to do so, so at least they would know wats going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally learn to do so, i figured out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking out loud is a &lt;strong&gt;sign of weakness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never never think out loud. never never portray a sign of weakness. it pisses pple off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5208166925784929881?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5208166925784929881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5208166925784929881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5208166925784929881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5208166925784929881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-think-out-loud.html' title='never think out loud.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2370901136291084474</id><published>2008-04-17T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look far.</title><content type='html'>the horizon is far. the road is bumpy. but u will get there, no matter how u do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was trying to make it rhyme. weak attempt. but i juz like e foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SAdf53h_ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tqXLrdqJmQs/s1600-h/Canyon_Drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190222543331476962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SAdf53h_ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tqXLrdqJmQs/s320/Canyon_Drive.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE1001 Physics 1 tomorrow. hope i dun bao it again. i am so sick and tired of the module already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2370901136291084474?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2370901136291084474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2370901136291084474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2370901136291084474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2370901136291084474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/horizon-is-far.html' title='look far.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/SAdf53h_ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tqXLrdqJmQs/s72-c/Canyon_Drive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6876525324619707862</id><published>2008-04-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:08:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EE4040 Engineers and Society.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 April 2008, 0900-1100 hrs,  D0073.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6876525324619707862?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6876525324619707862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6876525324619707862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6876525324619707862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6876525324619707862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-up.html' title='first up!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3334508777431515064</id><published>2008-04-12T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:26:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and maybe</title><content type='html'>its important to remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't Let Someone Be A Priority In Your Life When You Are Simply An Option In Theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bloody wake up, Colin Soon. wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss no one, for no one is worth missing. u r not a priority, so why make her a priority. she is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3334508777431515064?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3334508777431515064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3334508777431515064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3334508777431515064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3334508777431515064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-maybe.html' title='and maybe'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4489741297909442482</id><published>2008-04-11T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:08:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i do...</title><content type='html'>ok, this never never ever fails to crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBaPI2AKu2g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBaPI2AKu2g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4489741297909442482?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4489741297909442482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4489741297909442482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4489741297909442482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4489741297909442482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-i-do.html' title='sometimes i do...'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2673468011127054015</id><published>2008-04-10T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:49.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try find me.</title><content type='html'>find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R_3r2GztdbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PFbqiWKSoLE/s1600-h/17465035348071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187561660573644210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R_3r2GztdbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PFbqiWKSoLE/s320/17465035348071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2673468011127054015?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2673468011127054015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2673468011127054015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2673468011127054015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2673468011127054015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/try-find-me.html' title='try find me.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R_3r2GztdbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PFbqiWKSoLE/s72-c/17465035348071l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5049725783644819268</id><published>2008-04-08T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:57:05.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blardy eye.</title><content type='html'>it was like the closest i have ever felt to losing an eye. it was a normal day, i juz wore my contacts 2-3 hours longer den the stipulated time. i took it out, it felt dat i ripped my cornea out along with it. teared non stop from the left eye, i think i wet my pillow with it the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more comfy to have my eye open den close, but to do so i gotta manually pry my eyelids open. sleeping is a pain, and my eyeball was sooo puffed up i thought it would really burst anytime, even if i touched it accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 16 hours of continuous rest, its feeling normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wtf la. wasted so much time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5049725783644819268?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5049725783644819268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5049725783644819268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5049725783644819268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5049725783644819268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/blardy-eye.html' title='blardy eye.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-9143249679938907016</id><published>2008-04-07T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:52:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wont say !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRsrP_ktr1g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRsrP_ktr1g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-9143249679938907016?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9143249679938907016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=9143249679938907016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/9143249679938907016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/9143249679938907016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wont-say.html' title='i wont say !'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5024448783726034103</id><published>2008-04-07T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:19:32.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evils of wahjong</title><content type='html'>its like the most sinful game ever ever ever to be created online. and to be made free for use to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong is already a bad enough game to be played, and to play it online, its bad, bad, commercialised gambling on a global scale. its detrimental for the young population of the world now, to be exposed to such games at such an early age, especially with almost every household in singapore connected to the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that game. i cant stop playing it. shid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might really really have to throw away the lappie to stop myself from playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5024448783726034103?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5024448783726034103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5024448783726034103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5024448783726034103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5024448783726034103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/evils-of-wahjong.html' title='the evils of wahjong'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-9070525805978148010</id><published>2008-04-06T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:00:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>options aplenty.</title><content type='html'>options aplenty. refers to everything, jobs, friends, games, even schwork. so much shid around, u dun even know watever's right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staying in the games room in a valiant attempt to try to get to study for the last few days, ok, did succeed in catching up on some work, BUT i need to start to work on my past year papers. not much time left, and considering that my papers are all packed up one after another. NO TIME NO TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the game plan for the next 3 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4040 Engineers and Society&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CS119 Fictional Film: From Hollywood to Bollywood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS803 Science or Fiction? Biology in Popular Media.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FE1001 Physics 1&lt;/strong&gt; (PAIN IN THE BLOODY ASS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4001 Software Engineering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4902 Design of Medical Information Processing Systems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but then, its to start looking for a job already! and nobody has really gotten back to me yet. its like nobody wans me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-9070525805978148010?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9070525805978148010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=9070525805978148010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/9070525805978148010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/9070525805978148010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/options-aplenty.html' title='options aplenty.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-65942061452166819</id><published>2008-04-01T05:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:56:00.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of love</title><content type='html'>XP finally confessed his feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me this song. SEE JY! he is not just yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our childhood days love song. haiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(you gotta click on the box below b4 u see something)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jbe_Zyz508&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jbe_Zyz508&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-65942061452166819?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/65942061452166819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=65942061452166819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/65942061452166819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/65942061452166819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/confessions-of-love.html' title='confessions of love'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4552565777360876757</id><published>2008-03-27T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:52:18.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it suddenly occurs to me..</title><content type='html'>that shit is starting to hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its being sprayed all over the room. splattering right into my eyes. blurring all vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SO MUCH THINGS TO DO B4 EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, the decision of whether to go for the grad trip and put my performance at NUS invitational at risk? or abandon the one and only chance i have left to go on a trip with the hall guys, and train up just for the one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i live with 2 weeks of fun, and 1 day's disgrace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or can i live with 2 weeks of regret, and 1 day's honour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, please, advice me. asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4552565777360876757?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4552565777360876757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4552565777360876757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4552565777360876757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4552565777360876757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-it-suddenly-occurs-to-me.html' title='and it suddenly occurs to me..'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4088446126026226399</id><published>2008-03-22T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:53:00.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Height of Creativity Comes At The Peak of Boredom. I Am Usually Creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- Lim Woo Ping Wilfred -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4088446126026226399?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4088446126026226399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4088446126026226399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4088446126026226399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4088446126026226399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8243205757093705646</id><published>2008-03-18T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:53:23.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prelude of doom?</title><content type='html'>28 days to exams. and i am not in the mood at all to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got 1 report left to rite, another to edit, 1 demo to do. 6 modules totally UNREVISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, how am i gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone has gotta drag me to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8243205757093705646?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8243205757093705646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8243205757093705646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8243205757093705646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8243205757093705646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/prelude-of-doom.html' title='the prelude of doom?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8424480406400898215</id><published>2008-03-16T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:53:47.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gossips makes the world go round..</title><content type='html'>now now, i was just thinking. why do pple gossip. why do pple like to talk bout others behind their backs, even though the pple's actions totally DO NOT concern them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz gotta say, those pple who gossip are sad pple. they dun haf enough conversational skills or content to keep a conversation going. any conversation. that they have to bring in gossip and watever not, to spice up the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its ok to talk bout pple, if the things and actions they did or are doing, affects u. directly or indirectly. but, talking bout pple's love lives? bout pple's interests? what they think bout other people? seriously, its quite obvious they things they do or think do not affect u. unless u r pissed jealous bout e person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, its quite sad really. those pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all need help. professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8424480406400898215?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8424480406400898215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8424480406400898215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8424480406400898215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8424480406400898215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/gossips-makes-world-go-round.html' title='gossips makes the world go round..'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7815534426881545950</id><published>2008-03-12T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:54:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is gone&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on&lt;br /&gt;For only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams must die&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, forever, I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I want is to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching&lt;br /&gt;That famous happy and&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing&lt;br /&gt;This one's not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Now you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;And look how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;So close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so close to reaching&lt;br /&gt;That famous happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing&lt;br /&gt;This one's not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Though we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close, and still&lt;br /&gt;So far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7815534426881545950?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7815534426881545950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7815534426881545950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7815534426881545950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7815534426881545950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-498565026771676139</id><published>2008-03-11T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:54:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problem</title><content type='html'>i just realised something bout myself. it could be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter who comes along, i just have to pick on the nitty gritty stuff of the person. this not good, that not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why the One might never come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-498565026771676139?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/498565026771676139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=498565026771676139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/498565026771676139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/498565026771676139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/problem.html' title='problem'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-175679799092423598</id><published>2008-03-11T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:54:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday night jetty..</title><content type='html'>went bedok jetty after appreciation night just now. needed to clear my mind of some stuff. exams coming, deadlines coming, i cannot slack anymore. i cannot let anything bog me down anymore. i need to get my ass moving again. its been stagnant since a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really a very very very nice feeling to be there again. walking in the night, listening to the waves beat against the shore, juz strolling down the empty running track. thinking. its super nice a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why is it that i din manage to clear much outta my head? i dun even know for sure what to clear out of my head first. i dont even knw for sure wat to do. its like, there is something inside, but i cant find anything there. weird. i am a confused kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its super sweet to see couples, married, middle aged couples to be strolling down the same stretch of road i was walking, hand in hand, just chatting, smiling, looking at each other. 4 couples i saw. at 12 midnight. just spending time with each other there. oh how i so envy them. when will i find such a someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline for now: &lt;strong&gt;DONT LOOK FOR ANYONE. DO WAT IS IMPORTANT NOW. STUDIES.&lt;/strong&gt; its the final sem. better not mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, congrats to JY on your new status. time to be more sensible already. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-175679799092423598?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/175679799092423598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=175679799092423598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/175679799092423598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/175679799092423598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-night-jetty.html' title='monday night jetty..'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6052021960783421436</id><published>2008-03-07T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:55:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i am free.. for now</title><content type='html'>i got my product stablised on thursday night. i got my report done on friday 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nw left to refine it. plenty to refine, bt i got 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more lab reports left, and i am set for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an FYP demostration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an FYP oral presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6052021960783421436?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6052021960783421436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6052021960783421436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6052021960783421436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6052021960783421436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-am-free-for-now.html' title='and i am free.. for now'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2018216725058486063</id><published>2008-03-06T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:56:43.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>its gonna be end of a chapter in my life. the ending of uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a good 4 years. all the fun that i had, all the misery that came along with it. those whom i really talked to will only know how much pain i went thru in the last academic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt a lot of things in this 4 years. much more then i would have anywhere else. to think back about wat pple told me when i first entered hall 12 as a confident, driven person willing to try out new stuff. "the way you do things, its not the tradition of hall 12. its sure to piss off a lot of snrs in hall". i still remember who told me, where it was told to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2 was more fun then year 1, responsibilities still the same. year 3, decided to step up to take over a post nobody was willing to take over. and its been a downhill ever since. the downhill was steep enough for me to crash and burn, to juz kill away the overwhelming passion i had for the hall. seen a lot of things that year too. seen how pple whom i tot would believe and trust in me, trusted rumours and gossips and badmouthing. i guess the truth is no match for juicy rubbish. but i also found a small handful of people who stood by me. trusting me. and i am beyond thankful for those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 4, decided to step out to join the sch team. had so much fun with the team. there is no politics there. its just swim, swim, swim. train train train. its so much fun. and its also time to concentrate on studies. performed e best sem in the whole of my ntu life in year 4 sem 1. though i could have put in much much more effort. but i am not tuned to mugging, and there is only so much i can do. and to top it off, its Grey's Anatomy's fault. 2 seasons in 2 weeks of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts again. not so much for others, more to jot down wats going on in my mind. wait till i got more time to organise my thoughts, i shall do it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2nd hall event tonight. exam supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last hall event next monday. appreciation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it marks the end of my involvements in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. why do i get this achy feeling in my heart. booo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2018216725058486063?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2018216725058486063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2018216725058486063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2018216725058486063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2018216725058486063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginning-of-end.html' title='beginning of the end'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5851958778638089010</id><published>2008-03-05T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:57:06.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i have this urge to blog something. everyone around me is rushing FYP report. i am not, cos i am stuck with mine. i cant do anymore till i get my final part working. LCD. and since i cant get it up, i cant do my report. meaning i will die this weekend. no life. haiz. meaning i am quite free now. shid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love. its all around me recently. ok, so couples are forming up again. but its the single pple i been hearing from too. all the "what is love", "why love", and all the "i need love". when it comes it comes la. if it doesnt it doesnt. fate! dats wat i keep telling others. but its something i dun believe. haha. love is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant picture myself holding hands with a girl and strolling down orchard road. walking down some scenic place with the "girl of my dreams" and stuff. its like. ewwww. i need to get used with shopping with girls. not that i mind doing that, but i really cant get used to it aymore. used to do it a lot, but no more. i need to get used to the fact dat i might have to factor into my life another person, and i cant go wherever i like, on an impulse, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still feel lonely. i yearn to have a feminine touch in my life. its too masculine now. boooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5851958778638089010?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5851958778638089010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5851958778638089010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5851958778638089010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5851958778638089010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2425473173776458108</id><published>2008-03-02T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:57:24.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic number.</title><content type='html'>from 01 Feb 2008 to 01 March 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1082.89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest amount of spending by far in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not on a lot of stuff. basic needs. so i went out to eat and enjoy a few times, but that amounted up to 300 max. so where did the rest go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna starve for the nxt 3 months. dun ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall lead a sad, lonely life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2425473173776458108?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2425473173776458108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2425473173776458108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2425473173776458108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2425473173776458108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/magic-number.html' title='the magic number.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8976540957031497770</id><published>2008-02-29T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:57:45.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go?? Moving On??</title><content type='html'>i saw this question on my friend's msn nick today. and i had this compelling urge to present my interpretation of the meanings, which i failed pretty miserably. but i think my interpretations of them are pretty on the spot. took 23.8 yrs of my life to figure them out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;, broke up from a relationship of 4 years over. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; got together with another person, and their first anniversary is coming soon, if not already over. however, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; still thinks bout the previous &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;. checks on the &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;'s blog. friendster. and feels miserable when &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; sees the &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; with a new partner. goes to places where they used to frequent in their 4 years together, and feel really upset bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; let go? has &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; moved on? i personally feel that &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; has moved on, but &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; hasnt let go. if u did fully let go of something, you will not feel upset bout the person anymore. absolutely nothing will upset u. seeing the old person with someone new will not trigger a flood of emotions into u. going to places that the both of u used to frequent will not be stepping into emo land. so&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt; has moved on, has gotten someone new. its good. Letting go of a 4 year relationship isnt gonna be easy. and it takes more then just a few months to let go. so u can move on, and not wallow in your own self pity, but it takes much more time for the internal wounds to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can u let go, and not move on? i think its possible. i think a living example is me. i have let go totally of my past r/s (after 15 months, wat a loser, i know). absolutely nothing (mark my words) can upset me bout it already. but i haven moved on yet. i am still afraid of wat a future r/s might bring to me. the pain, the sorrow, the despair. and so, i am potentially wallowing in my own self pity and fear, and refusing to move on, to take a step forward. and i always complain that i am gonna die single. which actually is my fault. own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is important. more important then letting go. time will heal the pain, and when the pain goes away, u r letting go. by moving on, by allowing someone else into your life, u r allowing yourself a second chance in love, and the person will slowly, but surely, bring u out of the pain. hold your hands, and walk u out of the chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you dont move on, even if u have let go, so wat. u r caught in limbo. in the twilight zone. where the sun doesnt shine. its just empty. u have nothing holding u back, but there is nothing to look forward to. and u juz drown yourself in trainings, work, and more trainings, to take away the emptiness. to fill out the time. but of course, thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ranting. i duno if i make sense. i am sure i dun make sense. but wat the hell. if anyone wanna dispute, call me. at least it would take a lonely portion of my day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody just shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8976540957031497770?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8976540957031497770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=8976540957031497770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8976540957031497770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/8976540957031497770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/letting-go-moving-on.html' title='Letting Go?? Moving On??'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6972789071998191301</id><published>2008-02-26T03:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:49.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R8OFmvGNSuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B8DcM-e1e0s/s1600-h/crest.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171123697675487970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R8OFmvGNSuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B8DcM-e1e0s/s320/crest.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Lives are in the making here,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are in the waking here,&lt;br /&gt;Mighty undertaking here,&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are arming for the fight,&lt;br /&gt;Pressing on with all our might,&lt;br /&gt;Pluming wings for higher flight,&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Fair before us lies the way,&lt;br /&gt;Time for work and time for play;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the measure while we may,&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and time will not delay,&lt;br /&gt;Time is running fast away,&lt;br /&gt;Life is now today; today;&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;Foes in plenty we shall meet,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts courageous scorn defeat;&lt;br /&gt;So we press with eager feet,&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever onward to the fight,&lt;br /&gt;Ever upward to the Light,&lt;br /&gt;Ever true to GOD and RIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;Up and On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Up Boys!&lt;br /&gt;truest fame&lt;br /&gt;Lies in high endeavour;&lt;br /&gt;Play the game!&lt;br /&gt;keep the flame&lt;br /&gt;Burning brightly ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6972789071998191301?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6972789071998191301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6972789071998191301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6972789071998191301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6972789071998191301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R8OFmvGNSuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B8DcM-e1e0s/s72-c/crest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4541340201798727298</id><published>2008-02-24T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:58:18.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up..</title><content type='html'>been catching up with a few people that i haven been chatting with for ages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- L -&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible that you are in such a low state now.. when everything seems to be going not well for u, and everything seems to be just standing in your way.. but i am sure u will be able to pull out of this whole thing, being a better, stronger girl, which i know u r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TF -&lt;br /&gt;u floorball addict. i shall forgive u for pretending not to see me at SRC that day. but u better have lunch with me soon. in case u forgot, u still owe me something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i still find it the sweetest thing to watch people fall in love, and spend time with each other, enjoying each other's company. i think the sweetest thing of all is to be able to experience it yourself. the process of falling in love is soo wonderful, it simply blows your mind away. makes u feel soo.. invincible. like there is nothing in the world dat can bring u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. when will i get it? hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4541340201798727298?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4541340201798727298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4541340201798727298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4541340201798727298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4541340201798727298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/catching-up.html' title='catching up..'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-8738283384313674239</id><published>2008-02-23T02:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:00:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis - I'm You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8QlTtHH1I0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8QlTtHH1I0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="144" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Help me make this make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;You sat up and cried&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when you're gonna see things clearer&lt;br /&gt;You don't even realise&lt;br /&gt;That at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;You're talking to yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;So you think I'm strong but you're feelin that you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;But we're one in the same so you're just as strong as me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;And we deserve better it's time for us to leave&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not a fool&lt;br /&gt;So neither are you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're not crazy&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you and I&lt;br /&gt;Have all the help we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are we sitting here on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(listen to me)&lt;br /&gt;We ain't cryin no more&lt;br /&gt;I am your soul&lt;br /&gt;I am your heart&lt;br /&gt;My strength is yours (Oh my strength is yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's true&lt;br /&gt;So you think I'm strong but you're feelin that you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;But we're one in the same so you're just as strong as me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;And we deserve better it's time for us to leave&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not a fool&lt;br /&gt;So neither are you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pick yourself up right now&lt;br /&gt;We've been here too long&lt;br /&gt;We've overstayed it enough&lt;br /&gt;That might have been&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing for us here&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhhwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we deserve better&lt;br /&gt;And we're far too strong&lt;br /&gt;To let this go on&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think I'm strong but you're feelin that you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;But we're one in the same so you're just as strong as me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you&lt;br /&gt;And we deserve better it's time for us to leave&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not a fool&lt;br /&gt;So neither are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm you &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to anyone else who is feeling weak. dejected. overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are as strong as i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-8738283384313674239?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8738283384313674239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmTRsL6rJcM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmTRsL6rJcM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="120" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;And I am here still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm holdin on)(I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning&lt;br /&gt;You got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded&lt;br /&gt;I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;And I still see your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for purpose&lt;br /&gt;They're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;[Broken lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain (In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;Is there healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin on)(I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holdin on) (I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what, you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hanging on, to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be okay&lt;br /&gt;The broken light on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't forgotten my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain (In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name (In your name)&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin')(I'm holdin' on)(I'm still holdin') (I'm holdin' on) (I'm still holdin')&lt;br /&gt;Barely holding on to you (I'm still holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;Barely holdin on to you[Photo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i still holding on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my heart still ache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Broken'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6191419777481128572</id><published>2008-02-21T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:59:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it all goes to waste</title><content type='html'>i juz downgraded my system to an XP so that i could run a program. BUT. i cant fucking run it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SOME UNKNOWN FUCKING REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now am i pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6191419777481128572?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6191419777481128572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6191419777481128572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6191419777481128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6191419777481128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesomely cool movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dammit. how i wish i could be like him. anytime. anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was nice meeting up after soooo long. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2460028352856125392?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2460028352856125392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2460028352856125392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2460028352856125392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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do everything well. everything fast. everything your way. and everything that you want doesnt really happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stretched. plenty of deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2971878460433827639?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2971878460433827639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2971878460433827639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2971878460433827639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKKKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6265522409302549069?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6265522409302549069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6265522409302549069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6265522409302549069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6265522409302549069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/led-light-up.html' title='LED LIGHT UP!!!!!!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3811214581465610958</id><published>2008-01-30T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:00:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a GO.</title><content type='html'>i have decided to take up the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good money. and since my FYP is stuck, i think i should nt be e only one losing sleep and putting in all e effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put my upcoming holidays to good use. instead of sleeping at home, i should go earn some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the upcoming rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me why i am torturing myself. but yes. money is helluva important to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. hope i dun fuck up my last sem in ntu for that sum of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3811214581465610958?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3811214581465610958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3811214581465610958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3811214581465610958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3811214581465610958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-go.html' title='Its a GO.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3169911677639833183</id><published>2008-01-25T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:50.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am soooooo light!</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be the lightest i am ever gonna be. its worth taking a foto of my weight before it increases again. i am sooo gonna miss this number. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159433344560094482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R5n9SoDPXRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NRuZI4m3KTg/s320/DSC01314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div 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light!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R5n9SoDPXRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NRuZI4m3KTg/s72-c/DSC01314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3201256616647334641</id><published>2008-01-23T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:01:15.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it all falls into place...</title><content type='html'>and it all makes sense. why i feel so fucked up recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all the couples i see. its all the people holding hands. its the season for new relationships. so many people getting together. so many people being so happily attached. all the smiles and love that i see and feel, its almost tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watching pple that you still have a soft spot for, being all so nice and comfy with others, and all u can do is juz to stand one side and watch. boy, does that suck. maybe its jealousy. maybe its happiness that i feel for them. maybe its the feeling of being left out. maybe its the feeling of not being able to be like them, being nice and comfy with each other. maybe its the impression that you will never be the one. maybe its all of the above, a pinch of this, a sprinkling of that. and it all adds up to a wonderful dish, well seasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to represent my feelings with songs. but this feeling i have now, a blender-mix of it, i totally cant thnk of any song to represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to gary barlow's So Help Me Girl, and how how how how i wish there will be a someone there for me to sing it to. haha. fat hope eh. u cant even feed yourself. left with 14 bucks till the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, how exciting can that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THINKING SHIT AND CONCENTRATE ON WATS MORE IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP AND CAREER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz hope i can b strong enough, and listen to my ownself and reasoning. haha and i am supposed to be over you. all e best in whoever that you deem fit to be the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a can of maximator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3201256616647334641?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3201256616647334641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got all the emo shit thats inside me now, and its so well blended i got no idea wtf i am actually thinking. or feeling. or watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&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/381633480326446888-9162635970264213260?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9162635970264213260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>its amazing how much work can get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u got plenty to do. so much till u dunno where to start. but somehow u juz dun wanna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u procrastinate all day bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just makes u a bigger loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it so doesnt help that u r getting so emo and lonely nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6913717689073373479?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6913717689073373479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6913717689073373479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6913717689073373479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6913717689073373479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2044323282528273904</id><published>2008-01-13T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:02:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's so full of nothings.</title><content type='html'>and you just wonder what the hell is wrong with you. when you get too caught up with work, all you will wish for is free time. and when you get free time, its too much of it till its dreadful. life's so full of contradictions, so full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am just rambling bout nothing cos i am too exhausted thinking of my FYP. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be a good word to use right nw. i am farrrrrrrr from completion. i got 7 weeks left. maybe 8. my partner is not at all stressed. wth is wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got so much tings in my head now, i dunno if i am thinking straight or not. there are so much things i wanna blog it out, but i cant seem to remember any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i shall wait till it hits me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. its time for some 明星3缺1。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think if i should break my new year resolution of not skipping training, later in e morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2044323282528273904?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2044323282528273904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2044323282528273904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2044323282528273904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2044323282528273904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-so-full-of-nothings.html' title='life&apos;s so full of nothings.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-353068396447982110</id><published>2008-01-06T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:02:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Local origin of name: English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the Greek root name "Nicholas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victorious People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motional Spectrum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He hides his true feelings on occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Integrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He will tell the truth even when it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he is not talking, he is laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of Colin's friends are just like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel &amp;amp; Leisure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Relaxing is an art-form to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career &amp;amp; Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mentor will guide him down his career path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's Opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the support of many friends, he will go far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-353068396447982110?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/353068396447982110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=353068396447982110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/353068396447982110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/353068396447982110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/colin.html' title='Colin'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7118094070280559393</id><published>2008-01-04T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:03:09.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last match of my IH career.</title><content type='html'>its over. waterpolo that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost. we should not have lost. but we did. we played too clean. the team wasnt ready for the dirtiness of the opposing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was to blame. got out of the game too early. did not insist to go back in. should have been able to block the 4th shot that they scored. i should have been able to score another equaliser, if i did not hesitate, and then send the ball to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. its over. no use gripping over things already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a good 4 years playing polo for hall 12. thats 1 thing i am very sure i will miss when i leave. at least i scored one b4 i ended my polo career. sounds miserable. but what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7118094070280559393?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7118094070280559393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7118094070280559393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7118094070280559393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7118094070280559393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-match-of-my-ih-career.html' title='last match of my IH career.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6788109938291658400</id><published>2008-01-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:03:26.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to take it up or not?</title><content type='html'>haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take it up or not? its a good opportunity for me to earn money, to get some experience too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta balance up with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i so wanna slack for my last semester in NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6788109938291658400?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6788109938291658400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6788109938291658400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6788109938291658400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6788109938291658400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-take-it-up-or-not.html' title='to take it up or not?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1673890701594647350</id><published>2008-01-01T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:03:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year.</title><content type='html'>its the start of a new year. its actually quite a scary thought. i am finishing school. i am going out to work in a few months. no more studying life. i am starting to fear the working world. i enjoy my studying life now. no worries, nothing. its all PT work and play. no pressures, no expectations. but what the hell, i am getting old. its time to move on and follow my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for a new 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Smoke less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A max of 20 sticks a month ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Train harder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- NEVER SKIP TRAINING! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO, and FOLLOW YOUR DAILY REGIME! ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Curse less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Stop swearing, and be less pissed off at people. no matter how much they cheese u off ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Work harder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Money is the essence. working harder earns u more money in the future. so you will get more essence in the future ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Spend less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Get only what you REALLY REALLY need. there is no need for too much luxuries ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Stop thinking about looking for a GF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Girls are bad. they are horrible creatures. stay away from them. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Fulfill promises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Whatever you promise people, you better fulfill them. its bad karma not to do so. so better think twice when you promise anyone anyting ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get GOLD for IPPT.&lt;br /&gt;--- Its high time to get a gold. so run more, train harder. Ties in with (2) ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did follow any of my resolutions. But what the hell. Its cool to have them anyway. Maybe i should attempt to follow them for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1673890701594647350?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1673890701594647350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1673890701594647350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1673890701594647350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1673890701594647350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2691923391224737309</id><published>2007-12-29T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:04:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not good. but not bad either.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CS803 B&lt;br /&gt;EE4041 B&lt;br /&gt;EE4901 C+&lt;br /&gt;EE4903 B-&lt;br /&gt;EE4905 B&lt;br /&gt;EE4906 C+&lt;br /&gt;EE4907 C&lt;br /&gt;HW310 B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;not exactly very good. but at least its a totally different change from the results that i got my last 6 sems. &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/381633480326446888-2691923391224737309?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2691923391224737309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=2691923391224737309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2691923391224737309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/2691923391224737309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-good-but-not-bad-either.html' title='not good. but not bad either.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3451575872764492431</id><published>2007-12-29T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:04:17.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion.</title><content type='html'>i am so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to stupidly agree to go to work when pple ask? even when i have been doing so non stop for the last 2 weeks? no breaks at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i telling myself its all for the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i trying to kill myself? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-3451575872764492431?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3451575872764492431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=3451575872764492431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3451575872764492431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/3451575872764492431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5724877662762227863</id><published>2007-12-20T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:04:49.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausting exciting days</title><content type='html'>wed was indeed a hectic day for me. went for the 2-star kayaking in the morning, rushed back to sch in the afternoon to be 3 min late for the polo match, had lifesaving training in the evening. reached back home totally exhausted.. and woke up today for another day of kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta say i was rather apprehensive bout the kayaking. not that i dunno how to kayak, been doing that a lot the last 8 yrs. but there was this worry that was nagging me. bout wat i dunno. maybe i was afraid i could not perform well enough to pass the assessment. haha.. but today went super well. had so much fun, almost din wanna come back to land. eskimo bow rescue provides to be super exciting! capsized so many times and stayed upside down in water till i really lost count of it. but damn, was that fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's expedition day. though its just a sad 6km to the merlion and back, but at least we are on the move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polo match was a disappointment to me again though. my 4 years playing for hall 12 only saw me score 1 goal. i think i did score it. but assisted plenty. defended plenty. never had any other chance for me to score. sadly. yesterday saw me missing my only shot for the day. goodness. why did i not shoot higher. think it has to be fated. hope i can really score 1 more goal just before i leave NTU. it would be a good swansong for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn. i am getting nostalgic and emo. haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5724877662762227863?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5724877662762227863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5724877662762227863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5724877662762227863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5724877662762227863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/exhausting-exciting-days.html' title='exhausting exciting days'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7986079209446407475</id><published>2007-12-15T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:05:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend!</title><content type='html'>and it totally doesnt feel like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still going to work on saturday, and i got a sunday packed full of stuff that i am not doing for myself. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. at least i am gonna go for prata tmr after work. looking forward to that! i am getting sooo deprived of prata. NICE PRATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to my CS. i need practice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7986079209446407475?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7986079209446407475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7986079209446407475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7986079209446407475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7986079209446407475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekend.html' title='weekend!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-775111063237860095</id><published>2007-12-12T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:05:19.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply awesome</title><content type='html'>i am falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after surviving thru exams. trainings. watever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling sick nw. its so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-775111063237860095?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5510089799560403055</id><published>2007-12-10T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:05:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is bout the money</title><content type='html'>i see people around me enjoying life. spending time with people around them. doing fun things. going to beaches. eating nice food. having quality time with their other halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working day in day out. come back so shagged i cant do any training of my own. not that the dreary weather would allow me to. and i am so shagged out i cant stay awake beyond 12. my off days are spent in sch in labs, or at trainings. and staying at home listening to people bang bang bang. and i do all that all alone. nobody beside me that i can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. do i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really hate my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everything just bout the money? isnt there anything that doesnt involve money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5510089799560403055?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5510089799560403055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5510089799560403055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5510089799560403055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5510089799560403055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-is-bout-money.html' title='everything is bout the money'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6876593632380378084</id><published>2007-12-06T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:05:44.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been too long</title><content type='html'>wednesday was mambo night. wednesday, after over a year of absence from the night life, i finally made an appearance at mambo. music was rather disappointing, so were the drinks. crowd was horrible, jam packed to the max. but damn, did i feel good after that. its been too long. think i should go there again. soon. not to mambo, somewhere else i could enjoy myself better, with better music, better dance companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work today after 1.5 hrs of slp. din slp e whole day at work, went round chatting, talking, doing stuff. am amazed with myself i am still alive after all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i should get a good rest tonight. tmr will be the start of training proper. i have slacked long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6876593632380378084?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6876593632380378084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6876593632380378084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-750817830500649055?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/750817830500649055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=750817830500649055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/750817830500649055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/750817830500649055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/tiring-tiring.html' title='tiring tiring'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5927257634954728888</id><published>2007-11-30T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:06:20.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its finally over.</title><content type='html'>this is one semester i must say that i am quite happy that its over. i have worked the hardest since i could ever remember, and have been the most consistent in my work. this is also one semester that i did not fall sick at all, not even close to it. i cant think of anything bad to talk about this semester, save for my impending results. but anyway its over. i dont want to think too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one semester that i have been so busy that i forgot to feel lonely. i forgot to feel sad. but i do get the feeling sometimes. when i see people around me happily attached, or in the sweet process of courtship. i feel left out. i feel, lonely. i feel like i am missing out something. there is this emptiness in me that i have no idea how to fill it up. chances have come and gone, and i dont know if it is because i refused to take them up, or i am too afraid to. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i am typing all everything, the only face that is appearing in front of my eyes is yours. i should just not think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i should concentrate on working out. no more excuses to slack. Colin Soon, you have a record to break (FHY, dont laugh. I will show it to you). you have a body to achieve. you have FYP to do. you have no time to think bout such rubbish and wallow in self-induced loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH it just sucks. i hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wil the right girl come, like people's been telling me all semester? i dont know. haiz. i dont think it ever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5927257634954728888?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5927257634954728888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5927257634954728888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5927257634954728888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5927257634954728888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-finally-over.html' title='its finally over.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6039706670679257769</id><published>2007-11-28T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:06:33.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crash and burn</title><content type='html'>2 more papers. and this sem will come to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one sem that i have been the most hardworking. mugging and burying myself in books so damn early. finishing PYP by week 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one sem i am totally disappointed with myself. it seems that all that senseless mugging did not help. i am still as dumb. i still cant integrate for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my studying method i guess. its my loss of motivation and drive, right b4 the exams i guess. i was just doodling and doing everything but study the last 2 weeks. i tink i really deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think this sem might have made a difference to my grades. that i might actually see proper grades on my degree audit for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just crash and burn for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EE4903 Physiological Systems Analysis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rather simple paper. if you exclude ALL the maths. which is bout.. 75% of the paper.&lt;div 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burn'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6146410717980090308</id><published>2007-11-28T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:06:46.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can it get any worse?</title><content type='html'>looking at the paper. knowing you have read it somewhere before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant remember anything that you read. those that you remembered is jumbled up with every other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you just know that you read that formula 5 min b4 u entered the exam hall. and you cant remember it. and that costed you 20 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats not inclusive of the question that came from a tutorial that i did not read thru at all. e one and only tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy. how exciting a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i dun hafta see e paper again. not because i will clear it, but because its not offered nxt sem. not to say i wil take it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHH.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6146410717980090308?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6146410717980090308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6146410717980090308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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paper you juz dont bloody remember things you read juz a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think you should be able to do most of the questions, you end up doing a lil more then half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think that this should be the easiest paper, you screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno how to do the paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4907 Bioelectronics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck. i am just dumb. sometimes hardwork doesnt matter. it matters when you have the brains. i dont. so hardwork doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck that fat ass of a negative EQ guy. after paper talk like he is marking the paper. "oh you will get 5 marks for this, you will get 3 marks for that" SCREW YOU. smart so what. you got NO EQ. and you look like what i was 10 yrs ago. FAT AND GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck. i got a paper tmr. wake up wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5749360695168281679?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5749360695168281679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5749360695168281679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5749360695168281679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5749360695168281679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/confidence-just-pure-dumb.html' title='confidence? just pure dumb.'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-3096135807791684931</id><published>2007-11-26T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:15:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="267" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1432617250110450260</id><published>2007-11-23T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:51.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped!</title><content type='html'>ok, so i decided to get something proper to wrap my lappie. got black, cos someone mentioned that black marble looks as though my lappie is growing mould. :( and i am not getting any other colour except black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the outcome! nt without defects though. but its my first attempt, and rounded surfaces are proving very difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymtb8Q2bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MA-r1UrP0mE/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834987099118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymtb8Q2bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MA-r1UrP0mE/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymtr8Q2cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qY2UF--CK-A/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834991394085314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymtr8Q2cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qY2UF--CK-A/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0YmuL8Q2dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/f4SvAK6TTvI/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834999984019922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0YmuL8Q2dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/f4SvAK6TTvI/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0YmuL8Q2eI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ETKvgeZ4dtk/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834999984019938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0YmuL8Q2eI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ETKvgeZ4dtk/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and here are the defects: (all 4 corners of the top panel. haiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymub8Q2fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kiU0OVO-lyk/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135835004278987250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymub8Q2fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kiU0OVO-lyk/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad la i think. wat you all think? if too bad dun say anyting. i will kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1432617250110450260?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1432617250110450260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1432617250110450260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1432617250110450260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1432617250110450260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/wrapped.html' title='wrapped!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/R0Ymtb8Q2bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MA-r1UrP0mE/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5050394190308686838</id><published>2007-11-23T05:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:07:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sputter sputter</title><content type='html'>something is v v v wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have ZERO motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have finished quite a bit of past year papers. so i might be a tat complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did i work too hard initially i am losing motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just destined to be doomed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will somebody shoot me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5050394190308686838?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5050394190308686838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5050394190308686838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5050394190308686838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5050394190308686838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/sputter-sputter.html' title='sputter sputter'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-7403712379293598838</id><published>2007-11-20T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:08:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resist or conform?</title><content type='html'>read this from one of the people's nick on MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's useless to revolt against the difficulties of life; learn resignation, patience, and optimism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just think this is totally crap. ok not totally. i agree with the last 2 parts. patience and optimism. but resignation? useless to revolt against the difficulties of life? i think it is very very wrong to let the world dictate how you live your life. let things of chance happen and tell you what to do. this is not right. not right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in fighting. i believe in creating something out of my sorry ass life that i am in. i dont want to be working in a 9-5 job all my life. till i am 70, and still worrying if i can have my next 3 meals intact. i dont want to be doing that. i want to semi-retire at 40. travel the world. go back to my office as an when i want to. i dont want work to dictate my life after 40. i want to dictate my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resignation is something that is so easy to do sometimes. most of the time. it is the easy way out. but is that the way that i want? i am damn sure there will be this nagging pain in me if i just go with the resignation part. for i know i will regret that i din try my best. but in life, sometimes trying your best is just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha too much contractions in life and the stuff i just wrote. but i just tell myself everytime something goes bad for me, that i am NOT gonna let anything tell me i am a quitter. for the last 3 years of my life, i've been wanting so badly to get out of sch and start working. and now that i am so near to that objective, i suddenly feel fear. fear of venturing out into the unknown. to fulfil whatever that i have planned for myself. it seemed so much for me to handle alone. it seemed that i am walking the road alone. i need someone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be successful in life. success comes with a price i guess. but i am determined to break out of the poverty cycle. i will not conform to the general belief that earning enough to feed yourself is good enough. money is NEVER enough. i will not be satisfied, ever, with my achievements. i admit i am a late starter, but yes, i will compensate that with my determination and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Losers make excuses, winners make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RESIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-7403712379293598838?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7403712379293598838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=7403712379293598838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7403712379293598838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/7403712379293598838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/resist-or-conform.html' title='resist or conform?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-6991327741735593249</id><published>2007-11-20T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:08:24.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield NYA/SRC</title><content type='html'>upcoming papers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd November 1430-1630 F1225&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;EE 4901 Biomedical Control System Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th November 1700-1900 B0683&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4906 Medical Imaging Systems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th November 1700-1900 F0851&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4907 Bioelectronics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th November 0900-1100 D0044&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4903 Physiological Systems Analysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th November 1430-1630 C0244&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE4905 Biomedical Signal Processing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. am i screwed or am i screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come. to get my ass kicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-6991327741735593249?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6991327741735593249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=6991327741735593249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6991327741735593249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/6991327741735593249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/battlefield-nyasrc.html' title='Battlefield NYA/SRC'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-4142649928918337949</id><published>2007-11-18T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:08:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels so good</title><content type='html'>nothing beats the feeling of being able to go to the pool after attempting 8 hours of work which is only 3 hours productive, and just swim a few laps. chill on the chair, and observe my ever-flabby and getting worse tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. now its time to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CS803 MEDIA IN AMERICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-4142649928918337949?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4142649928918337949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=4142649928918337949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4142649928918337949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/4142649928918337949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-feels-so-good.html' title='it feels so good'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-5133909044442581892</id><published>2007-11-18T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:42:51.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning happy meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/Rz-IAr8Q2aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RyTAsgNKERA/s1600-h/DSC02194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133971645602519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6ZlNjdNK5w/Rz-IAr8Q2aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RyTAsgNKERA/s320/DSC02194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha so happy with myself that i actually crawled to the function room to study at 6.30am, dat i decided to make myself a simple, happy breakfast meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 nuggets, 2 slices of bread with a generous coating of peanut butter, a hot dog and a glass of cold milk. oh boy. haven had something so nice in a long while. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i shall go back to eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-5133909044442581892?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5133909044442581892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=5133909044442581892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/5133909044442581892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so now i am feeling so sleepy, and i am in a total loss if i should go sleep or go do reading. i still haven touched my CS803 module.. dieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1204615225623272836?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1204615225623272836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1204615225623272836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1204615225623272836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-1984817099821083586?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1984817099821083586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1984817099821083586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1984817099821083586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1984817099821083586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/doomed.html' title='doomed?'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-1012015456074302141</id><published>2007-11-15T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:09:59.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CS803 Media in America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 19 November, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700-1900 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so that seems like plenty of time. but my last week of exams is packed to the brim. so its not gonna be easy flowing from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO MUGGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARGEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!&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/381633480326446888-1012015456074302141?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1012015456074302141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=381633480326446888&amp;postID=1012015456074302141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1012015456074302141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/381633480326446888/posts/default/1012015456074302141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/up-next.html' title='up next!'/><author><name>luntut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381633480326446888.post-2557568743433922801</id><published>2007-11-12T06:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:10:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days</title><content type='html'>from the big HRM day. hope everything will be fine for HRM. its like e worst module ever ever ever that anyone could take. boooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will you get out of my head? its like e worst time ever you could get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/381633480326446888-2557568743433922801?l=season-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2557568743433922801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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