<?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-1231377531373828214</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:16:49.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Labels Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6123752914600511024</id><published>2009-05-15T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:36:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't resist to share a book.</title><content type='html'>If anyone is still checking this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you want to runaway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.Not run away. That's not what I said, is it? That's not what I'm talking about. I said I just wanted to get out of here and pull myself together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you understand that no matter where you go, no matter how far away, you're always going to wake up in the morning and find you're still Lesley O'Malley. You'll never change that fact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Torey Haden, The Sunflower Forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6123752914600511024?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6123752914600511024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6123752914600511024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6123752914600511024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6123752914600511024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-resist-to-share-book.html' title='Can&apos;t resist to share a book.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7718943869584425385</id><published>2009-05-09T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:00:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgRvMxCzsXI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ag4npGQtQTM/s1600-h/Anthology+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333510123827736946" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 505px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgRvMxCzsXI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ag4npGQtQTM/s400/Anthology+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the hollywood movies? Crave for more local productions? Pop down to Sinema Old School on 19 May 2009 or 26 May 2009, catch Anthology - the event you wouldn't want to miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthology - showcasing 7 films that depicts lives of 7 individuals. These short films(rated PG) are conceptualized, pitched and produced by our very own budding film makers ( students from Singapore Polytechnic - Diploma in Media and Communications).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know me a little more. Cashierman. The Artist. Overdose. Icarus. On the Line. A Silent Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel their passion, proud and pride. Be inspired. Support the local art scene. See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.sinema.sg/oldschool/calendar/spore-poly-anthology/"&gt;Sinema Old School&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you're still not convince, could you show your support because I'm involved in one of the short film? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS #2: Im going to shift for good. MSN me for more details. To those who I don't know, good luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS #3: Was reading some blogs earlier on, realise that some people just dont deserve the 2nd chance, or worst the 3rd or 4th chances. Likely, they would not learn either. They take it for granted. It's better to be back in the dating pool and start with square one, and with all the uncertainty and mindfuck than to pick up the broken glass that was asunder too many times. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7718943869584425385?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7718943869584425385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7718943869584425385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7718943869584425385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7718943869584425385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/anthology.html' title='Anthology'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgRvMxCzsXI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ag4npGQtQTM/s72-c/Anthology+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3198768698093193607</id><published>2009-05-05T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:47:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgBNLRzVgwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/13e2cKL3cQo/s1600-h/alcohol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332346814959289090" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgBNLRzVgwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/13e2cKL3cQo/s400/alcohol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;(upon coming online)&lt;strong&gt; said, " Don't tell me you did something wrong."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can disclose is that my heart would be of a healthy state for a good period of time, considering the amount of red wine we polished off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for abstinence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3198768698093193607?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3198768698093193607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3198768698093193607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3198768698093193607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3198768698093193607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SgBNLRzVgwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/13e2cKL3cQo/s72-c/alcohol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3727363583889295547</id><published>2009-05-04T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:36:09.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear, it's not even july.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Gl4VyNoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IYhjdpJOiew/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331635887957751426" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Gl4VyNoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IYhjdpJOiew/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3GlrLjoSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yBR42H0eCAc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331635884425191714" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3GlrLjoSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yBR42H0eCAc/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Ffp_lV5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/6WXoX9e5U8E/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331634681515693970" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Ffp_lV5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/6WXoX9e5U8E/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Ff0tYvVI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/69fUEGeNcSE/s1600-h/Me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We would laugh at anything.&lt;br /&gt;Forsake the logic of perfect plans.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect moment pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wanna feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind.&lt;br /&gt;And you my friend - My new fun thing ; My summer fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Summer Fling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: How funny, some blogs just entice you to read them. The next thing you know, you found the entries so... Apt. Just like how I show them to Eunice and all she did was laughed and said, " This is so you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a friend. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3727363583889295547?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3727363583889295547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3727363583889295547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3727363583889295547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3727363583889295547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/law-of-attraction-2.html' title='My dear, it&apos;s not even july.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf3Gl4VyNoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IYhjdpJOiew/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2022967771566123032</id><published>2009-04-29T00:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:46:13.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my last train home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf1ZvDKMoiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hr7VKvoh6Js/s1600-h/P4260085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331516198713336354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf1ZvDKMoiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hr7VKvoh6Js/s400/P4260085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SfcunkVU_RI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RaC4oEKSxd8/s1600-h/P4260089.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me fun, and I will treat you nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2022967771566123032?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2022967771566123032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2022967771566123032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2022967771566123032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2022967771566123032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-fun-and-i-would-treat-you-nice.html' title='Be my last train home...'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sf1ZvDKMoiI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hr7VKvoh6Js/s72-c/P4260085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3729660817506783965</id><published>2009-04-27T01:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:14:23.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SfSYMJBkzII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-seL9zhqLG8/s1600-h/IMG_9210d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329051593434516610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SfSYMJBkzII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-seL9zhqLG8/s400/IMG_9210d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Sure, you may have gotten places and free rides. But later on in life, you’re gonna look back at what you did, and you’re gonna have to figure out whether you can respect the person you’ve become.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t even like me now, what makes you think I’ll like myself later?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s your choice to make. You can always say no.” I felt like screaming inside. Not because I didn’t accept it, but because I knew she was right. There’s always a choice.&lt;br /&gt;-from &lt;a href="http://platinumi.wordpress.com/2008/11/21/fornicate-the-world/"&gt;platinum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice? I made my decision and now I'm waiting for confirmation, while I'm still trapped in between.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3729660817506783965?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3729660817506783965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3729660817506783965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3729660817506783965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3729660817506783965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-rocks_27.html' title='Choose Change'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SfSYMJBkzII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-seL9zhqLG8/s72-c/IMG_9210d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6764694746295799661</id><published>2009-04-19T23:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:39:04.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in disguise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SetEV88b4MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ep5D8btkzDk/s1600-h/Shisha_by_Wilber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326426128223297730" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SetEV88b4MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ep5D8btkzDk/s400/Shisha_by_Wilber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not hear it from us, but look before you leap, in case you fall into a bottomless pit. You know you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6764694746295799661?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6764694746295799661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6764694746295799661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6764694746295799661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6764694746295799661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in disguise.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SetEV88b4MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ep5D8btkzDk/s72-c/Shisha_by_Wilber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8163468265175341872</id><published>2009-04-17T15:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:51:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I heard Shisha is much more harmful then cigarettes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Then why they don't ban Shisha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So you see, I'm really exhausted. From working double shifts, late nights, fever, burning throats and VSOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8163468265175341872?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8163468265175341872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8163468265175341872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8163468265175341872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8163468265175341872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-really-exhausted.html' title='Burned.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-419965697690872237</id><published>2009-04-13T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:43:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SeLlwK1VrhI/AAAAAAAAA54/IR7ZPMxByLA/s1600-h/IMG_9102b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324070325209902610" style="WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SeLlwK1VrhI/AAAAAAAAA54/IR7ZPMxByLA/s400/IMG_9102b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because you're so custom to accusations , all you would do now, upon such situation is to smile, nod your head in a seemly agreeing way and keep silent. So that you will get -"Actually, you've a sweet smile." in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is Idiot's guide to dealing with interpersonal relationship(of the power-controller) in your workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-419965697690872237?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/419965697690872237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=419965697690872237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/419965697690872237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/419965697690872237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/sure-you-may-have-gotten-places-and.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SeLlwK1VrhI/AAAAAAAAA54/IR7ZPMxByLA/s72-c/IMG_9102b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-4077912752167899586</id><published>2009-04-11T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:31:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is never a bad thing for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They treat us like.. condoms. They discard us once they are done with it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this so vividly although I was a little too tipsy for my own good. We were in the washroom and a girl came to ask if we were talking about men. All I could do was to nod in agreement and said fucking jerks(cookie jar was playing).&lt;br /&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/1231377531373828214-4077912752167899586?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4077912752167899586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=4077912752167899586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4077912752167899586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4077912752167899586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is-never-bad-thing-for-me.html' title='Truth is never a bad thing for me.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-728682334581695305</id><published>2009-04-02T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:46:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I got too Intoxicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdReCuUgIRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KyL3lDEZZB4/s1600-h/IMG_8927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319980460718170386" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdReCuUgIRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KyL3lDEZZB4/s400/IMG_8927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdRYuOna3OI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cv7uPSf1li8/s1600-h/IMG_8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319974611052059874" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdRYuOna3OI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cv7uPSf1li8/s400/IMG_8863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The songs sang by the live band always so nostalgic. Le Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been so out of control before. We bitched, gossiped, laughed and danced together. I like. I enjoyed. Later part of the night when we had a swtiched, we got so alcoholic high, that we shouted along with the liveband. Oh ya, I made an SOS call, when we saw somebody. This is one case where I like having many people Im familiar with in a certain place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nobody save me this time. How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put it this way, Just Dance fits yesterday to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请不要分了以後还记得 亲吻过的承诺&lt;br /&gt;你的永久 已不属於我&lt;br /&gt;默默低头 那时我 很多话梗在喉咙&lt;br /&gt;你的笑你的快乐不是我 爱太多想太多&lt;br /&gt;我能感受 他比我适合&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱放了手 我伪装冷漠 比你先说分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好的男人有那么多 少了他的日子也能过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-728682334581695305?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/728682334581695305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=728682334581695305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/728682334581695305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/728682334581695305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-got-too-intoxicated.html' title='Sorry, I got too Intoxicated.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdReCuUgIRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KyL3lDEZZB4/s72-c/IMG_8927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2276478116949248567</id><published>2009-03-31T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:05:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdEJesXRdSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BIBHSiznC-Q/s1600-h/weheartitireallyshould.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319043057810765090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdEJesXRdSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BIBHSiznC-Q/s400/weheartitireallyshould.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit blogging and deactivate all social networking accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, I'm still &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with Small Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2276478116949248567?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2276478116949248567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2276478116949248567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2276478116949248567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2276478116949248567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tangled-up.html' title='History repeats itself.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SdEJesXRdSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BIBHSiznC-Q/s72-c/weheartitireallyshould.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-396012825457552946</id><published>2009-03-29T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:16:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a handshake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5awWmOizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hC09EjD1R24/s1600-h/IMG_88424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287996717271858" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5awWmOizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hC09EjD1R24/s400/IMG_88424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5aw1V2GvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ETsHQdzGYT8/s1600-h/IMG_88425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318288004970060530" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5aw1V2GvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ETsHQdzGYT8/s400/IMG_88425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5WeTqudqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FDHWqIeJPPg/s1600-h/IMG_8842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318283288646678178" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5WeTqudqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FDHWqIeJPPg/s400/IMG_8842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got three new pieces of clothing to wear, thanks to the needle and strings. I ransacked for some old clothes, and weaved some magic. I'm so pleased.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;But my workmanship is a D&lt;/em&gt;+.) Anyway, I'm going to treat myself to something nice later at night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited @ 4.13pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-396012825457552946?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/396012825457552946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=396012825457552946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/396012825457552946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/396012825457552946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-just-handshake.html' title='More than just a handshake.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sc5awWmOizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hC09EjD1R24/s72-c/IMG_88424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3939565286579303490</id><published>2009-03-26T19:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:40:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sctq0oueIrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m4RV8DDl_XE/s1600-h/IMG_8780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317461237559075506" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sctq0oueIrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m4RV8DDl_XE/s400/IMG_8780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Scto2uCA8yI/AAAAAAAAA44/o6RwYU83PUk/s1600-h/IMG_8826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317459074319708962" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Scto2uCA8yI/AAAAAAAAA44/o6RwYU83PUk/s400/IMG_8826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to do what I feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you people look at me like I'm a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always saying little girl don't step into the club.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause dancing is what I love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3939565286579303490?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3939565286579303490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3939565286579303490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3939565286579303490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3939565286579303490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-game.html' title='It&apos;s just a game.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sctq0oueIrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m4RV8DDl_XE/s72-c/IMG_8780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3865902737844645012</id><published>2009-03-24T01:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:42:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings never change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marley&amp;amp;Me was a total disappointment. I don't understand the big hoo haa about it being tear inducing and all. Or maybe like what &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; would say - " You're not an animal lover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is : One day if &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; saw me down one of the busiest street in town, would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say Hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days while I was changing phone, I did the clear-phonebook-and-MSN-contacts exercise. I was so glad I did not erase hers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3865902737844645012?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3865902737844645012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3865902737844645012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3865902737844645012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3865902737844645012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='Somethings never change.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8439928438253319144</id><published>2009-03-23T03:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:44:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the starry night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's often said that, no matter the truth, people see what they want to see.Some people might take a step back and find out they were looking at the same big picture all along. Some people might see that their lies have almost caught up to them. Some people may see what was there all along. And then there are those people. The ones, who,run as far as they can so that they don't have to look at themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too near, we were so close... to the skeletons in the closet that should never be told.&lt;br /&gt;And the truths I always knew of but did not say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8439928438253319144?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8439928438253319144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8439928438253319144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8439928438253319144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8439928438253319144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-starry-night.html' title='Under the starry night...'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1918010048952451781</id><published>2009-03-21T04:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:52:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learnt the hard way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Bones break. Organs bleed. Flesh tears. We can sew the flesh, repair the damage, ease the pain. But when life breaks down... when we break down... there's no science. No hard and fast rules. We just have to feel our way through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put on a facade that would shelter you from all other words. Even if you're perceived as someone devoid of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1918010048952451781?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1918010048952451781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1918010048952451781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1918010048952451781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1918010048952451781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-learnt-hard-way.html' title='I learnt the hard way.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8319003817312271210</id><published>2009-03-20T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:18:05.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You people disgust me.</title><content type='html'>I attended a 'seminar' this morning till the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am very pissed off from the beginning till the end. I despise how the guys cracked humiliating jokes on the expense of the ladies. If you do not know how to respect others, at the very least respect yourself. Don't you think that by cracking such sexist and sexual implying jokes are disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay with harmless yellow jokes, but this is far too much. You are in no way, superior than us, and who are you to dictate if we should squat or stand, run or walk. Definitely, unlike the others, I would not tolerate your shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to make lesser small talks, least I lose my temper, and your 'over-friendliness' is not helping. I got so pissed off that, when I was shot with such a question all I did was to reply in a matter-of-fact-tone that " I believe in having respect for females and yourself when you speak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, do you need someone of a much younger generation to educate you on the right way to conduct yourself. Be a grown up. Be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;є says:haha. why suddenly wanan go party sio.&lt;br /&gt;Gina says: I've been partying almost every week for holiday. where got suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;e says: you feeling not good&lt;br /&gt;Gina says: i dont know la. i just want to&lt;br /&gt;є says: you're feeling not good.&lt;br /&gt;Gina says: maybe. aiya. I WANT TO PARTYYYYYYYYY~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;є says: is not maybe is CONFIRM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I've a friend who insist I'm sad?!? Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8319003817312271210?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8319003817312271210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8319003817312271210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8319003817312271210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8319003817312271210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-people-disgust-me.html' title='You people disgust me.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-616943614358478598</id><published>2009-03-19T06:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:14:31.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dance, it's gonna be okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/ScFz71h1orI/AAAAAAAAA34/MXSiwaAg3NY/s1600-h/IMG_8720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314656507092378290" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/ScFz71h1orI/AAAAAAAAA34/MXSiwaAg3NY/s400/IMG_8720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/ScFz0Rv29sI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rGRamXnrz8g/s1600-h/IMG_8715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314656377228424898" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/ScFz0Rv29sI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rGRamXnrz8g/s400/IMG_8715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poisoned pen is a better revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Hey, are you ok with it?”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, I’m magnanimous.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't the one who had a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I know I am prettier.HAHA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know my girlfriends would agree. So screw your imbecile acts. Thump harder next time,brunette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-616943614358478598?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/616943614358478598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=616943614358478598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/616943614358478598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/616943614358478598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/poisoned-pen-is-best-revenge.html' title='Just dance, it&apos;s gonna be okay.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/ScFz71h1orI/AAAAAAAAA34/MXSiwaAg3NY/s72-c/IMG_8720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-4748433382098200348</id><published>2009-03-17T00:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:32:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, would I be forgiven for all the sins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb6I2FT0vcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aLQp1CZKA9c/s1600-h/IMG0001A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835073063402946" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb6I2FT0vcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aLQp1CZKA9c/s400/IMG0001A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then live the rest of our life, But not together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was confession day. We agreed that he is a interesting guy and that, maybe too much mindfucking was involved, which leads to separation. I also added that maybe we were too alike, which was why we were never sure of what's going on and how to take a step further (or rather declare the status). Or maybe, it was nothing but just a game. And so, when the thrill is absent our names just fade away. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-4748433382098200348?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4748433382098200348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=4748433382098200348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4748433382098200348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4748433382098200348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/father-would-i-be-forgiven-for-all-sins.html' title='Father, would I be forgiven for all the sins?'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb6I2FT0vcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aLQp1CZKA9c/s72-c/IMG0001A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2047009691917727602</id><published>2009-03-15T20:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:42:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the main intersection,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb0viDrUspI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/cnnh4LFJFyw/s1600-h/IMG_8679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455397516128914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb0viDrUspI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/cnnh4LFJFyw/s400/IMG_8679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the final call for all destinations.&lt;br /&gt;This is where you're in or out.&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, this is not the time for doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Make your decision,&lt;br /&gt;Are you on or off the line?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E and I had dinner after the abortion of the initial movie plan. I picked up a book at Kinokuniya and went home to change while waiting for N to be ready. Afterthat, we left for St James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time laughing at the "I kissed a girl" scenerio, the hardcore thumping moves, and the geeks. I waved my hand with pride when N pointed to me upon Heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped over at Mac for a getaway from the defeaning music, to clear our mind and ear drums before N drove us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am positively sure that I am losing weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2047009691917727602?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2047009691917727602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2047009691917727602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2047009691917727602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2047009691917727602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wont-you-dance-night-away-with-me.html' title='At the main intersection,'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sb0viDrUspI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/cnnh4LFJFyw/s72-c/IMG_8679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-9164967455907663691</id><published>2009-03-14T04:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:16:50.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change constantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbrJybEymWI/AAAAAAAAA2w/c_CkWoGlWAo/s1600-h/130320092125f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312780578535414114" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbrJybEymWI/AAAAAAAAA2w/c_CkWoGlWAo/s400/130320092125f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd them cut. I am like a mushroom head.Do i look better with or w/o long hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chicken out of Watchmen, after I text N for the duration. I was disturbed by the word gory. I always, had (forced) someone to sleep with and awake to after such genres. But this time round, it is different. The last time I caught a gory/horror flick (w/o someone to awake to), I was so disturbed by the flashes and images of the film, resulting in sleep deprivation. I am not about to make my insomnia any worst at this state. Hence, we exchanged for Race to the witch mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the seasons, people have the ability to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-9164967455907663691?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9164967455907663691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=9164967455907663691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/9164967455907663691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/9164967455907663691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-constantly.html' title='Change constantly'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbrJybEymWI/AAAAAAAAA2w/c_CkWoGlWAo/s72-c/130320092125f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6720368848932432023</id><published>2009-03-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:28:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Read My... Poker Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbklDCal5JI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wja41yPnZk0/s1600-h/120320092108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312317969578452114" style="WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbklDCal5JI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wja41yPnZk0/s400/120320092108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbklDoiUjbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/o8rum5rB8b0/s1600-h/1203200921098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312317979811417522" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbklDoiUjbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/o8rum5rB8b0/s400/1203200921098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a little too wild yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been working things out with Final Cut Pro after two hours of sleep and starvation, and I can’t help but think I am getting mental retardation. My brain tends to function abnormally. I am in a total wrong state of mind, without having the ability to think and answer logically. I’ve the tendency to mistake my conditioner for shower gel and also dress shabbily too. This had happened twice in this week. This is so unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCP just increased the distaste I have against MAC, but I can’t quite fathom why I still want an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the battle with the window version of FCP, Sony Vegas Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YJ says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: when are you going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gina says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YJ says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: haha..Looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gina says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: better bring white roses to my funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YJ says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: okay. But. Roses are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gina says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: it's cheap after Vday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YJ says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: then I will go and buy tml. Your funeral will be held tml right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You better remember, if not you will die of cardio arrest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fall in love with me baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fall in love with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all I'm gonna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is break your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just can't pull myself away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under a spell I can't break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't stop, I just can't stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just can't bring myself no way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't want to escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't stop, I just can't stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6720368848932432023?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6720368848932432023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6720368848932432023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6720368848932432023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6720368848932432023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-read-my-poker-face.html' title='Can&apos;t Read My... Poker Face.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbklDCal5JI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wja41yPnZk0/s72-c/120320092108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1431280815801793990</id><published>2009-03-09T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:52:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not self mutilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I realised, I love to torment myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both physically &amp;amp; mentally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1431280815801793990?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1431280815801793990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1431280815801793990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1431280815801793990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1431280815801793990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sadistic.html' title='Not self mutilation'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-669397217653746538</id><published>2009-03-09T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:46:58.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papercut words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody once asked me, &lt;em&gt;" If we held each other hands out in the public, met his friends, had dinners, watch movies, sent me home, went drinking, kiss goodbye, recieved calls &amp;amp; texts in the middle of the day. Are we together?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt; was my honest reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe we should catch He's just not into you together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-669397217653746538?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/669397217653746538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=669397217653746538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/669397217653746538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/669397217653746538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/papercut-words.html' title='Papercut words'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1444677878673533998</id><published>2009-03-06T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:18:03.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold your hopes too high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbEDJs2Z7CI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GNotd4rkiqk/s1600-h/giveup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310028900839582754" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbEDJs2Z7CI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GNotd4rkiqk/s400/giveup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我听到你冷战的心跳&lt;br /&gt;面对冷的空气 冷的墙壁&lt;br /&gt;冷到昏迷 冷到我真的快窒息&lt;br /&gt;不如让回忆停止 呼吸成冰&lt;br /&gt;我就会弃权走掉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking all day. I totally need insipirations to dress. Time to rack the closet &amp;amp; mix-match outfits. Toodles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1444677878673533998?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1444677878673533998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1444677878673533998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1444677878673533998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1444677878673533998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-hold-your-hopes-too-high.html' title='Don&apos;t hold your hopes too high.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SbEDJs2Z7CI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GNotd4rkiqk/s72-c/giveup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-322773576723973164</id><published>2009-03-05T01:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:16:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week Fall '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BVD1ePPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/CE5_8F8MhGY/s1600-h/Moschino+Cheap+and+Chic+Fall+09+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393578267393266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BVD1ePPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/CE5_8F8MhGY/s400/Moschino+Cheap+and+Chic+Fall+09+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moschino&lt;/span&gt; Cheap and Chic - that blazer with a different cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BB6iYChI/AAAAAAAAA14/DZhdlItxsrk/s1600-h/Gucci+Fall09b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393249353861650" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BB6iYChI/AAAAAAAAA14/DZhdlItxsrk/s400/Gucci+Fall09b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBm-dm_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ft5nvz4gftM/s1600-h/Gucci+Fall09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393244102958066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBm-dm_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ft5nvz4gftM/s400/Gucci+Fall09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci - The prints,black,shiny,leather... I can go on. Other than the suits, it's like you can totally wear it off on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBRLomoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/SI7FO4PV5ns/s1600-h/Fendi+Fall+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393238252624514" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBRLomoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/SI7FO4PV5ns/s400/Fendi+Fall+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fendi&lt;/span&gt; - sexy boots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BA3S3E_I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kCX7vEDGFng/s1600-h/Alessandro+Dell%27Acqua+Fall09+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393231303611378" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BA3S3E_I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kCX7vEDGFng/s400/Alessandro+Dell%27Acqua+Fall09+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessandro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dell'Acqua&lt;/span&gt; - I like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;simplicity&lt;/span&gt; of it. You can totally pull it off on the street w/o weird stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBKKmtMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/tfOAwUwDrZs/s1600-h/D%26G+fall+09+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393236369257666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BBKKmtMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/tfOAwUwDrZs/s400/D%26G+fall+09+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;G - This is so Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminds me that I've similar one - Sheer (w/o so many layers) back from my dancing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a gloomy weekday late afternoon, Runway shows are so much entertaining than those soap operas on air.&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/1231377531373828214-322773576723973164?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/322773576723973164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=322773576723973164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/322773576723973164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/322773576723973164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/milan-fashion-week-fall-09.html' title='Milan Fashion Week Fall &apos;09'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/Sa7BVD1ePPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/CE5_8F8MhGY/s72-c/Moschino+Cheap+and+Chic+Fall+09+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2601952683426576016</id><published>2009-03-03T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:30:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SawVr0Gf_JI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/qgH7_2eDoJQ/s1600-h/IMG_8436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308641903227436178" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SawVr0Gf_JI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/qgH7_2eDoJQ/s400/IMG_8436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come Back Soon &amp;amp; Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned in, and watched Americans Drama Series, to realise - they're so much realistic than locals. Minus the fact that sexually transmitted diseases never seems to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you see is not the truth, neither when in doubt nor in strong beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2601952683426576016?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2601952683426576016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2601952683426576016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2601952683426576016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2601952683426576016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around, comes around.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SawVr0Gf_JI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/qgH7_2eDoJQ/s72-c/IMG_8436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3948446673553681659</id><published>2009-03-01T22:50:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:12:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Place your bets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SaqiYgqq8GI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4TRuGSSYSrQ/s1600-h/IMG_8435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308233652779020386" style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SaqiYgqq8GI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4TRuGSSYSrQ/s400/IMG_8435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SaqlYxUr02I/AAAAAAAAA1A/uoyg0Bry5Zk/s1600-h/IMG_8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308236955785089890" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SaqlYxUr02I/AAAAAAAAA1A/uoyg0Bry5Zk/s400/IMG_8430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little gambling is fun when you’re with me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Unfortunately, the black pair of flats that I covet had it sole cracked. It was pretty uncomfortable the entire night with the rainwater seeping in. Especially when we were shuffling around through sardine-packed of people. Eventually, we claimed a little space of ours, but was soon invaded &lt;em&gt;(when the DJ put his skills into good use).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I guess good things are meant to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;PS: My wall has a new coat - a white coat. But I just can't seems to runaway from the fate of having purple walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS#2: "Go click on his account and take a look. Don't worry it's not friendster, he won't know you viewed him( a guy I noticed in a particular room a few weeks back who I find he fits The List to a T.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;How? The account is private leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3948446673553681659?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948446673553681659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3948446673553681659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3948446673553681659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3948446673553681659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/place-your-bets.html' title='Place your bets!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SaqiYgqq8GI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4TRuGSSYSrQ/s72-c/IMG_8435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3358605921905362804</id><published>2009-02-27T01:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:05:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you're so damn easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SabTAzJ3NYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aDSmmcX36q4/s1600-h/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161221587744130" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SabTAzJ3NYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aDSmmcX36q4/s400/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SabTAPWuXVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/O-b_k7Zo488/s1600-h/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161211978014034" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SabTAPWuXVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/O-b_k7Zo488/s400/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day, was ladies night at Powerhouse. An initial plan of 6 turned to 3, but it was a blast&lt;em&gt;(our favourite hits were on)&lt;/em&gt;. Somehow,we convinced ourselves that we will lose some weight that night. Miracle worked; with aching feet and a minor sprain of my left ankle, I still managed to pull on the same pair of heels the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls did a good deed; we ‘rescued’ someone from the evil clutch of her friend &lt;em&gt;(who seems a little too desperate for her own good)&lt;/em&gt; . No wonder they say such places bring the &lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt; beast out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go get some sleep, and wake up early to wait for THE call.Bye Folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell Darling, For Good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 'MIA' for awhile, I have a tendency to be oblivious to my phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3358605921905362804?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3358605921905362804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3358605921905362804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3358605921905362804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3358605921905362804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-reason-to-enjoy.html' title='Cause you&apos;re so damn easy.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SabTAzJ3NYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aDSmmcX36q4/s72-c/PICT0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6552958518882625441</id><published>2009-02-13T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:43:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Im leaving today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What's your plans for V'day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Make love with my economic notes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me,where is the cool part?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Note to self: Shall sleep early and launch in full fledge attack tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And eat more fruits, in need of Vitamin C to heal wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A website named &lt;s&gt;after me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gina.com/"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6552958518882625441?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6552958518882625441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6552958518882625441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6552958518882625441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6552958518882625441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-im-leaving-today.html' title='Yeah, Im leaving today.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3350971093411924057</id><published>2009-02-11T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:56:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这个世界上，除了自己以外，没有人可以相信。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MoBKc7njEAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MoBKc7njEAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当什么都不相信时，你不会得到真爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLwxa12ZnP8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLwxa12ZnP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;但你什么都相信时，爱就存在吗? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The above clips are a continuous ending of "love is not all around". I just finished watching the last series of cruel reality (consisting for 3 different movies based on the cruel reality of love), "L for Love, L for Lies". I would say I love the scriptwriter, cause the endings were... as guessed correctly, sadistic enough. No prize for the correct answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3350971093411924057?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3350971093411924057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3350971093411924057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3350971093411924057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3350971093411924057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6435717647274880965</id><published>2009-02-09T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:34:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a bed of roses with thorns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you'll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's also the chance, that the one person you can count on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a lifetime, the one person who knows you, sometimes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;better than you know yourself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the same person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's been standing beside you all along. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Bride Wars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a film marathon day. I spent 4 hours watching short films across the cohort in the late morning, and 2 hours in the cinema watching Bride Wars&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( I like kate hudson role, probably cause I can relate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the late afternoon. In between, I found a beverage to replace Java Chip, my new found love - Rose Juliet (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the sweet aftertaste of that glass of rose latte.)&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My classmate of almost a decade back added me on Facebook. I saw the photograph we took when we were at our mentor's wedding. I was still wearing specs, mind you. Time files, everyone changed. We are never as close as we are used to be, and this are the people I miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(if we do have one to begin with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe, change is good. Change is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6435717647274880965?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6435717647274880965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6435717647274880965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6435717647274880965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6435717647274880965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-bed-of-roses-with-thorns.html' title='Life is a bed of roses with thorns.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2199035327897517126</id><published>2009-02-06T21:38:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:12:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Along the way you bump into people, who make a dent on your life,&lt;br /&gt;you lose the people you love."&lt;br /&gt;- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Although I've been dropping things lately, having unknown bruises around, having limited selection of food(Vegetables,mushrooms &amp;amp; tofu)... I am still a happy vegetarian. I shall brace myself and step on the scale at the end of this month(after so long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally on a random note, I have this thing for this smell of a particular cologne. Very poignant yet, refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2199035327897517126?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2199035327897517126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2199035327897517126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2199035327897517126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2199035327897517126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/silent-love.html' title='It&apos;s never too late.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2374201522623325257</id><published>2009-02-04T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:35:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteries sold seperately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SYmmNU2-kxI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LVmwOOvd9Po/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298949184445911826" style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SYmmNU2-kxI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LVmwOOvd9Po/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am made of metal." was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be made of Stainless Steel too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rather be the one who catches a virus and feel terrible than having all my electronic gadgets rioting. The feeling of not being able to do anything when the deadlines draws in is miserable. All these deadlines are around the corner and I am not even anywhere near the finishing line because I am so handicapped. I would never look at production the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Battery running low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2374201522623325257?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2374201522623325257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2374201522623325257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2374201522623325257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2374201522623325257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/batteries-sold-seperately.html' title='Batteries sold seperately.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SYmmNU2-kxI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LVmwOOvd9Po/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7612894389239191343</id><published>2009-02-01T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:38:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflex Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不是对那不堪伤人的字眼麻木，而是想保留最后的一丁点尊严。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Why are you going overseas with him? You know that he likes you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;"You are going overseas and study with those ang-mohs? Are you going there to study or are you heading there with the intentions of fooling around?"&lt;br /&gt;"If you insist, you can assume what you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are disheartened by assumptions. You are hurt by such insensitive distaste choice of words. What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's reflex action. It's deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7612894389239191343?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7612894389239191343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7612894389239191343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7612894389239191343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7612894389239191343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflex-action.html' title='Reflex Action'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-723040206300621295</id><published>2009-01-29T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:46:16.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year Resolution 7 - I am a Lacto-Vegetarian for a year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekends &amp;amp; sleeps are burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296732259067862706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SYHF7SQXnrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/-Fc6ga72F5k/s400/IMG_8345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That secret I tried my best to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Forgone the truths, and fill up with lies.&lt;br /&gt;Many nights I cried, to believe what I’d define.&lt;br /&gt;But it says it would always stay behind in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-723040206300621295?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/723040206300621295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=723040206300621295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/723040206300621295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/723040206300621295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep Deprived.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SYHF7SQXnrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/-Fc6ga72F5k/s72-c/IMG_8345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-809147520806564510</id><published>2009-01-26T01:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be with me, Lady Luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to acquire profit and cover the cost price of my credit damages!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 情场得意赌场失意!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-809147520806564510?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/809147520806564510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=809147520806564510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/809147520806564510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/809147520806564510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-be-with-me-lady-luck.html' title='Please be with me, Lady Luck!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8160648044370467810</id><published>2009-01-21T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:17:47.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Joker, under the mask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnB2gXua1gU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnB2gXua1gU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am good at putting up a front and self hypnosis. Toodle&lt;em&gt;(too much influence from watching Mickey Mouse w/ darling)&lt;/em&gt;, I am going back to enjoy myself, feeding the brain with informations. It happens to be related to a module full of numerals, formulae and technical -logical- chim terms with the help(not) of supposingly-retired-by-now-bling-bling calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8160648044370467810?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8160648044370467810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8160648044370467810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8160648044370467810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8160648044370467810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-nobody-but-chiu.html' title='No Joker, under the mask.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5889919951222205620</id><published>2009-01-20T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:47:45.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guide back home, have the lights on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no point in grieving, doesn't matter anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to leave the maze, by the route I know, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I need to master the art of falling in love(&lt;em&gt;with colours&lt;/em&gt;)again.&lt;/strong&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/1231377531373828214-5889919951222205620?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5889919951222205620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5889919951222205620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5889919951222205620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5889919951222205620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/guide-back-home-have-lights-on.html' title='A guide back home, have the lights on.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-537328300187091895</id><published>2009-01-18T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:07:52.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaw The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tell me, how can I trust you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You never let anyone in, you never trust anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time round I didn't fall asleep while I watch &lt;u&gt;No Reservation&lt;/u&gt;. Maybe the sofa ain't that comfortable. And, I am much more cynical about the ending this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law -what can go wrong will go wrong. This time, the window of my soul is having an infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-537328300187091895?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/537328300187091895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=537328300187091895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/537328300187091895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/537328300187091895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/thaw-them.html' title='Thaw The Heart'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-446345599686051959</id><published>2009-01-17T23:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:27:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SXH1n_P4VMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/F8kvFqbxYys/s1600-h/Photo1733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292281104478786754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SXH1n_P4VMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/F8kvFqbxYys/s400/Photo1733+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so miserable and helpless because you can’t do anything to rectify the current situation? I do. It’s like taking the plunge down during bungee jump. You’ve got no control over the speed you are crashing down by gravity pull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I can’t believe my luck. It’s like all along the weeks you’ve been through all sort of sabotages (&lt;em&gt;read:stalker,lousy customer services &amp;amp; weird stares &amp;amp; attention&lt;/em&gt;). Just when you thought you hit rock bottom (&lt;em&gt;and you’re making your way up along the graph&lt;/em&gt;), a non-living thing is here to jeopardise your day. You don’t know if you should laugh or cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems ridiculous to break down because of a computer system error (&lt;em&gt;where it conveniently forgets your name &amp;amp; the humans gave political correct apology&lt;/em&gt;).But face the cold hard fact that nothing has been well and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I had reached the rock bottom of a plotted graph. I am already gasping for air, depleting energy. That's not the way I want to kick start 2009 with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you: I am young but not gullible. I know what's lying under all those suggestive concern.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-446345599686051959?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/446345599686051959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=446345599686051959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/446345599686051959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/446345599686051959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-brainer.html' title='Hang in there.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SXH1n_P4VMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/F8kvFqbxYys/s72-c/Photo1733+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3645023545383060898</id><published>2009-01-13T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:49:57.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of Attraction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stalked this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath, almost every single thing went awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punggol is not a safe place, this happens twice to me in the span of six years living in this neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day if you can't contact me, you shall know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3645023545383060898?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3645023545383060898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3645023545383060898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3645023545383060898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3645023545383060898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/law-of-attraction.html' title='Law of Attraction!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7031800463767863041</id><published>2009-01-12T00:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:25:50.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073311258499922" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWodpglWW1I/AAAAAAAAAyA/D3VIbzIudGg/s400/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite an ‘eventful’ episode, the night was a hell of refreshing fun. We were shuffling between outlets and floors with killer heels (they’ve got my favourite songs). After we decided that we couldn't take the aching of our legs anymore (the spiral stairs were a torture, so was the distance); we parked ourselves at one of the outlet beside the bar laughing, singing, teasing each other and gossiping. (They have got KTV &amp;amp; my favourite wallpapers.) Hours later, shifted to couch with acquaintances made small talks &amp;amp; bottoms up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marked the 2nd time I am awake for 24 hours in this year. Again, the fun ends at Harbour Front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7031800463767863041?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7031800463767863041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7031800463767863041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7031800463767863041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7031800463767863041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/despite-eventful-episode-night-was-hell.html' title='All or Nothing.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWodpglWW1I/AAAAAAAAAyA/D3VIbzIudGg/s72-c/DSC02310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-4728991757840089893</id><published>2009-01-11T00:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:59:10.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's so much easier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWjN-QJsJxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ZV7whfg-VB8/s1600-h/Photo1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704231717840658" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWjN-QJsJxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ZV7whfg-VB8/s400/Photo1721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever feel so disheartening that you want to give up the ability to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always do. I love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our eyes acts like a digital camera. The screen takes the whole views, and when you attempt to register the image into your brain, out pops a square, zooms and focus on that particular subject. This is when the eyes diverts and focus your attention on the familiarity of the subject from the brain and struck a chord in your heart. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have software for you to manipulate these images, to make it better or worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I’ve come in terms with Small Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. Life indeed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-4728991757840089893?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4728991757840089893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=4728991757840089893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4728991757840089893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4728991757840089893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-its-so-much-easier.html' title='Because it&apos;s so much easier.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWjN-QJsJxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ZV7whfg-VB8/s72-c/Photo1721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-351280128350945864</id><published>2009-01-07T21:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:59:43.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down Memory Lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWSyX4YspMI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OVmibzV9ge4/s1600-h/Photo1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288547985782514882" style="WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWSyX4YspMI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OVmibzV9ge4/s400/Photo1708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you know that you’ve let go of an episode in the past? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When your heart doesn’t cringe anymore upon their names or things and places that are related to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, I failed the other day. I step foot into that area and hope that I would not chance upon someone I know, carefully steering away from dangerous areas. I just want fun without restrictions. Instead I met a whole bunch that I wasn’t expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could shout over the loud music was “Can we change for a better place?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-351280128350945864?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/351280128350945864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=351280128350945864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/351280128350945864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/351280128350945864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down Memory Lane.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SWSyX4YspMI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OVmibzV9ge4/s72-c/Photo1708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8653781393520339848</id><published>2009-01-03T17:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:43:39.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say, Put your hands up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year, to date, I'm so sleep deprived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yYHtF64I/AAAAAAAAAwo/OPCp0ANTQLg/s1600-h/IMG_8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999877522680706" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yYHtF64I/AAAAAAAAAwo/OPCp0ANTQLg/s400/IMG_8246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yWlS77ZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fnfPxDHdDyI/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999851106299282" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yWlS77ZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fnfPxDHdDyI/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countdown was a blast. Walking to&amp;amp;fro all day, blinded by foam, wet&amp;amp;cold with soap, groove to deafening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RnBs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; a drink each... I welcome 2009 by staying awake for 24 hours. I hope I'd burnt many many calories away... Saw a couple of familiar faces too. Thanks to the guys for being protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yZNY11GI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_JPYiY9Kkoc/s1600-h/first+day+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999896228222050" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yZNY11GI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_JPYiY9Kkoc/s400/first+day+to+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her first day to school! She was so happy that she didn't want to leave for home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yZAGRehI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TfbixiDR9s0/s1600-h/Photo1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yYsV64aI/AAAAAAAAAww/9pGY25g7DO8/s1600-h/Photo1705+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999887357600162" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yYsV64aI/AAAAAAAAAww/9pGY25g7DO8/s400/Photo1705+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wedding Brunch @ Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;A ceremony to show off your undying love &amp;amp; your distinguish guests - ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS:I've deactivated all social networking accounts. Lets just leave resolutions for another time.&lt;/span&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/1231377531373828214-8653781393520339848?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8653781393520339848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8653781393520339848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8653781393520339848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8653781393520339848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-you-look-at-me.html' title='I say, Put your hands up.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SV8yYHtF64I/AAAAAAAAAwo/OPCp0ANTQLg/s72-c/IMG_8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-9071488682573963594</id><published>2009-01-01T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:20:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White - GEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lighting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pandora Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFYWshFxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/506jzxy9JxI/s1600-h/IMG_8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246716081772306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFYWshFxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/506jzxy9JxI/s400/IMG_8235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light source in this picture was placed behind the subject. As seen in the picture, the shadow casted was in front of the subject. It gives the subject a tinge of mystery, due to the insufficient of light, the front of the subject is in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recycle Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFYbiE0FI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5AabVz8EbtU/s1600-h/IMG_8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246717380153426" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFYbiE0FI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5AabVz8EbtU/s400/IMG_8234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, the light source was placed on the top left hand side of the subject. It cast a slanted and elongated shadow. It softens the subject, and it seems that the subject has blended in well with the black and white contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Decisive Moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tall in Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFX8totzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wGTsOLxzn4s/s1600-h/IMG_6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246709107144498" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFX8totzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wGTsOLxzn4s/s400/IMG_6717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framing the subject, in this case the litte girl according to the rule of thirds. The movement for the story was also frame in away off center, to encourage better viewing of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Shy Grin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFXrZJp7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-eEs13jIKlo/s1600-h/IMG_6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246704457820082" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFXrZJp7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-eEs13jIKlo/s400/IMG_6672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grin that show happiness, despite the absences of bright colours. Instead, it conveys as a pure happiness that comes from a untainted soul. The angle of the shoot perfectly disclose the feeling that she is hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture speaks a thousand words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFXUL2JfI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iac4fcIyezg/s1600-h/IMG_6627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246698228000242" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFXUL2JfI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iac4fcIyezg/s400/IMG_6627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framing the subject off center, with other children at the side, shows the joyous side of being around children. Instead from framing only the subject itself, it might show loneliness. The other supportive images, encourage the viewer to be able to relate what is taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFm5E4JuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/j-ORqhmOK20/s1600-h/IMG_7990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246965828921058" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFm5E4JuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/j-ORqhmOK20/s400/IMG_7990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sparkle stick. It puzzled the child as to why does it gives off sparkles that's so bright, but die off in a minute. Using the rule of third it perfectly bring the viewer's attention to the subject, with no other distraction. In order to broaden our knowledge,we have to be curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-9071488682573963594?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9071488682573963594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=9071488682573963594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/9071488682573963594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/9071488682573963594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-and-white-gems.html' title='Black and White - GEMS'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVyFYWshFxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/506jzxy9JxI/s72-c/IMG_8235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-328189182017639313</id><published>2008-12-28T00:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:54:01.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love, Your Tabloid Read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVZawn5pc6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/mk47GipbUSY/s1600-h/Photo1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284511004156851106" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVZawn5pc6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/mk47GipbUSY/s400/Photo1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a post-Christmas present for myself, at Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas was well spent, with catching ups and gotten down to watching Yesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall not be cynical and try to be much more fun-loving by saying Yes to every choice. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, within my means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) Who knows, I might meet the right one at a petrol station, have spontaneous overseas trips &amp;amp; work my way up the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Future Lover, I shall see you at Shell. xoxo&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/1231377531373828214-328189182017639313?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/328189182017639313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=328189182017639313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/328189182017639313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/328189182017639313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-love-your-tabloid-read.html' title='My Love, Your Tabloid Read.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SVZawn5pc6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/mk47GipbUSY/s72-c/Photo1692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-155128760253972827</id><published>2008-12-24T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:51:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Day 1 Night TriP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, without fail, we ventured into the swimming pool area. It has been a tradition to trespass that area we’ve affinity to, in the middle of the night, regardless of where we are, as long as there's a swimming pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's a trip without doing some adventurous stunts, they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Xmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...all I want for Christmas is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-155128760253972827?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/155128760253972827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=155128760253972827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/155128760253972827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/155128760253972827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-day-1-night-trip.html' title='2 Day 1 Night TriP'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-712881470172418845</id><published>2008-12-21T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:24:14.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings attached</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SU1BYGzis9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ydt636qN8W8/s1600-h/toture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281949820374922194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SU1BYGzis9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ydt636qN8W8/s400/toture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="50" width="70"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DLLbrwulod/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="70" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因为坚强而不想说，却越是在乎越是猜不透。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: My making of Lemon Sorbet is a success!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Yesman, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-712881470172418845?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/712881470172418845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=712881470172418845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/712881470172418845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/712881470172418845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/strings-attached.html' title='Strings attached'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SU1BYGzis9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ydt636qN8W8/s72-c/toture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2235509149223692139</id><published>2008-12-19T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:59:02.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardship of Film Producers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaNC2xYLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CUFKw-TrUeQ/s1600-h/Photo1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281484536917614770" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaNC2xYLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CUFKw-TrUeQ/s400/Photo1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team fussing over my on screen crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaMtxu9uI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-kHhbVZKtds/s1600-h/Photo1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281484531259340514" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaMtxu9uI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-kHhbVZKtds/s400/Photo1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring how should we get wet in the most natural way. We had so many NGs due to me. It's hard to fall in knowing that you will get wet, and you have nothing to change. The sole of my foot hurts now. Don't understand why do the little kids love playing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaMe1SDZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mUkPt1iL07U/s1600-h/Photo1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281484527247691154" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaMe1SDZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mUkPt1iL07U/s400/Photo1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boom Mike, aka with the feather duster-squirrel mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaLyTVNZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/K-ykG_ax3BE/s1600-h/Photo1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281484515294131602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaLyTVNZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/K-ykG_ax3BE/s400/Photo1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big huge love to the clouds, it rains when we WRAP! The timing damn perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my humble opinion based on today's observation, I realised that Singaporeans likes to KPO at the most minor thing. Seriously. Especially the aunties and uncles. Look at the crowd that gathered today around us and all their whispering or loud exclaiming. I don't know what to say. Maybe because they had never witness two people plan-tripped-down the pool in a Friday evening. We had sort of become their entertainment after or before their dinner walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly proclaim that TODAY would be the 4th and last day of our entire production for film. Yes, I know there's still post production, the editing and whatnot. I can't wait for the end product. Thanks to all who helped (in no preferences), the passengers in bus 7 for cooperating, my great classmates, Nicholas’s friends, my lovely team and also Vivo City for granting us permission to film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching On Air(Korean drama) it further establish the fact that been part of a production team is not an easy job. It's not as glamorous as it seems to be, it is full of hardship. I think the credits should not only go to the talents, but also to the entire production team involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so one load off the chest for now, time to embark on Web Publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been a homely &amp;amp; independent girl this holiday. Today is the first step of eating habits that I want to change, eating unhealthy to eating healthy. I went grocery shopping. Since, I can't get my jackfruit, I bought Grapefruit instead. They are rich in antioxidant (helps in preventing cells damages) and vitamin C (helps to repair cells).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I realised that alcohol had a large amount of calories in them. This is so damn sad. 1/4 of a bottle = one heavy meal with fried foods. I've to think twice before I agree to go booze next time. Another reason to not get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just made sorbets, keep your fingers crossed that it would turn out as what I desire.&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/1231377531373828214-2235509149223692139?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2235509149223692139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2235509149223692139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2235509149223692139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2235509149223692139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/team-fussing-over-my-on-screen-crush.html' title='The Hardship of Film Producers.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUuaNC2xYLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CUFKw-TrUeQ/s72-c/Photo1682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-9157280635363199267</id><published>2008-12-19T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:36:36.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUqJ916kFKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3fXZcjbOC2M/s1600-h/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281185208583066786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SUqJ916kFKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3fXZcjbOC2M/s400/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made some changes.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, changes are the only thing that is constant in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a long list of things that I want to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat jackfruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-9157280635363199267?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falling raindrops like misty fog,&lt;br /&gt;howls of winds that never stop.&lt;br /&gt;The overcastted sky that diffuse sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;brings serenity to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic splatters pace heartbeats,&lt;br /&gt;which play a beautiful music piece.&lt;br /&gt;A piece with love,&lt;br /&gt;to you, the clouds will bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2439742398631113196?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2439742398631113196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2439742398631113196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8051925864264407057</id><published>2008-12-10T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:27:37.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volkswagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSEnzs8AocY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSEnzs8AocY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YlHPI9DrtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YlHPI9DrtA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1231377531373828214-8051925864264407057?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8051925864264407057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8051925864264407057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8051925864264407057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8051925864264407057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/volkswagen.html' title='Volkswagen'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7796431915135156206</id><published>2008-12-08T23:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something that happened for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;seems to be happening again.&lt;br /&gt;And so it seems that we have met before,&lt;br /&gt;laugh before and loved before.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;u&gt;who&lt;/u&gt; knows &lt;u&gt;where&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript: Ladies who think that romantic gestures are dead in Singaporean Males, you're wrong. Believe me, they still exist, at least during the honeymoon phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7796431915135156206?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7796431915135156206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7796431915135156206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7796431915135156206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7796431915135156206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-or-when.html' title='Deja Vu Dreams'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2807661929887280598</id><published>2008-12-03T22:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:51:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“So knitting is just a phase? Who is next? Alex? Cause I heard he sleeps around. You two have something in common.” Derek said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I’ve found the person that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. I was gunned, so who cares about the guys and the bars, and the daddy’s issues. Who cares? Because I was gunned. You left me, you chose Allison. I’m on both feet back together now; I make no apology for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore.” Meredith said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This thing between us is finished." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Finally."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so infuriating. So can you blame people for building a pretence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just so stuck in Grey's Anatomy, that it's not doing me any good. Suddenly, it daunts on me that I lost the most essential part of being alive, being a human with flesh and blood. Yes, sympathy and empathy is missing from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2807661929887280598?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2807661929887280598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2807661929887280598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2807661929887280598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2807661929887280598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain-check.html' title='Rain Check'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6843178007981679477</id><published>2008-12-03T00:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:07:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Chamber for Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/STVpte-sKqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/sBos6oq2rus/s1600-h/IMG_8180+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238768665438882" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/STVpte-sKqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/sBos6oq2rus/s400/IMG_8180+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/STVps_1IcmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Undh7e8LiKQ/s1600-h/IMG_8181+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238760303850082" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/STVps_1IcmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Undh7e8LiKQ/s400/IMG_8181+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can have all my files backed up already. No more panic attacks when I can't fire up my laptop! Thanks for the HDD. I love the shade of pink it's coated. This belated birthday present came at the right time! Save me from the hussle of choosing and getting one too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's comforting to know somewhere, someone pays attention to your needs and what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6843178007981679477?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6843178007981679477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6843178007981679477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6843178007981679477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6843178007981679477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/extra-chamber-for-secrets.html' title='Extra Chamber for Secrets.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/STVpte-sKqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/sBos6oq2rus/s72-c/IMG_8180+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5863699314746837749</id><published>2008-11-27T22:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:02:41.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Change. People Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SS6yB5Dm4rI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gztrFgQTK4Q/s1600-h/DSCN7474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273347959262995122" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SS6yB5Dm4rI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gztrFgQTK4Q/s400/DSCN7474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SS6yBS9fsHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7ysOVsvjrVQ/s1600-h/DSCN7465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273347949036810354" style="WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SS6yBS9fsHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7ysOVsvjrVQ/s400/DSCN7465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the most important person in your world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it takes what's broken becoming whole again. Sometimes it takes opening up to new people and letting them in. But most times it takes just one person who is truly afraid to show what they feel. Getting an opportunity they never thought possible. The players changes but the game is the same. So let the game begin.XOXO&lt;br /&gt;—Gossip Girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need inspirations of DVPA. It's times like this that I hope Im in a relationship, then maybe I might know how to phrase my lines properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-5863699314746837749?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5863699314746837749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5863699314746837749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5863699314746837749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5863699314746837749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-my-lifesaver.html' title='Season Change. People Change.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SS6yB5Dm4rI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gztrFgQTK4Q/s72-c/DSCN7474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8495347505243727604</id><published>2008-11-24T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:53:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnF_o4yQ_xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnF_o4yQ_xw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuck: Please don't leave with him.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Why? Give me a reason. And, "I'm Chuck Bass," doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Cause I don't want you to.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: That's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: What else is there?&lt;br /&gt;Blair: The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get into the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Words, Eight Letters. Say it, and I'm Yours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- you know you love me, xoxo, gossip girls.&lt;/em&gt;&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/1231377531373828214-8495347505243727604?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8495347505243727604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8495347505243727604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8495347505243727604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8495347505243727604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/gossip-girls.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7434131270483145964</id><published>2008-11-23T17:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:40:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The waiting place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where everyone is waiting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSkleRnhUVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FvyTZ51cf8M/s1600-h/waiting+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271786040869343570" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSkleRnhUVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FvyTZ51cf8M/s400/waiting+alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSkleMRvaII/AAAAAAAAAtA/vlO-pdpAN84/s1600-h/waiting+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271786039435815042" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSkleMRvaII/AAAAAAAAAtA/vlO-pdpAN84/s400/waiting+alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a train to come, or the rain to go,&lt;br /&gt;or the mail to come, or the turn to sing,&lt;br /&gt;or waiting around for a Yes or a No ,&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for their phones to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite,&lt;br /&gt;or waiting around for Friday night,&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for the wind to fly a kite,&lt;br /&gt;or a in-shinning-amour-knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to stay out?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to go in?&lt;br /&gt;How much can you lose?&lt;br /&gt;How much can you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you go in, should you turn left or right?&lt;br /&gt;or Maybe go around and sneak in from behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I modified it from Oh, the places you'll go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit: IKEA trip in the early afternoon was fun. Sadly, there isnt a strong distinct smell of the ikea wood. Meatballs are great. I'm weird this few days. I like to groccery shop &amp;amp; to fix my own dinner, DIY my cannot-wear clothes(now I've a pretty black skirt to wear) &amp;amp; snug in between the sheets on rainy days. They gave me a sense of satisfication &amp;amp; the feel of independence, to know that I can be alone and very well happy with it. =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7434131270483145964?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7434131270483145964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7434131270483145964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7434131270483145964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7434131270483145964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-place.html' title='The waiting place'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSkleRnhUVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FvyTZ51cf8M/s72-c/waiting+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8818361991735232599</id><published>2008-11-22T03:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:23:05.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Barrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271193261971862898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SScKWAJD9XI/AAAAAAAAAs4/VXPyw23vpfI/s400/Photo1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The photo does no justice, but it's a really nice place. If you're a sore single soul out there, please don't ever step foot in it.It makes you want to dive into the dam and drown yourself. Everything other than that is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore is too small for my liking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry, but I think it's time to say goodbye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8818361991735232599?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8818361991735232599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8818361991735232599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8818361991735232599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8818361991735232599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/marina-barrage.html' title='Marina Barrage'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SScKWAJD9XI/AAAAAAAAAs4/VXPyw23vpfI/s72-c/Photo1643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8845563651626921468</id><published>2008-11-19T23:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:47:57.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Apt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've realised there's such a thing as the 'singles syndrome' where someone has been single for a long period of time, and no longer knows how to let someone else into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RN who's been single for years, was telling me her new boy wanted to see her more than twice a week, and she wasn't used to it, so she refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm inherently stubborn, refusing to change my life to accommodate anyone. Maybe I'm scared I'll get used to you, and you'd take flight, leaving a big gaping hole in my life. Or maybe I'm just too selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's in me somewhere to make someone else happy. I just lost that ability along the way. But give me time, and I just might find it again someday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Effy &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8845563651626921468?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8845563651626921468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8845563651626921468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8845563651626921468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8845563651626921468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-apt.html' title='How Apt.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5626727694138275585</id><published>2008-11-16T17:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:35:30.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oU-brQNI/AAAAAAAAArg/5io3JWVd83U/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269185536100876498" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oU-brQNI/AAAAAAAAArg/5io3JWVd83U/s400/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oUbIo2SI/AAAAAAAAArY/8nvqXQvFfsg/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269185526625786146" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oUbIo2SI/AAAAAAAAArY/8nvqXQvFfsg/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oVXXOM1I/AAAAAAAAAro/eBO0nkGW8KM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269185542793081682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oVXXOM1I/AAAAAAAAAro/eBO0nkGW8KM/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by class tabloid editor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the efforts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSAl-xSsa8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/JEYBrLM0C3c/s1600-h/Photo1642+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269253324337343426" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSAl-xSsa8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/JEYBrLM0C3c/s400/Photo1642+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSAl-chdOFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NljWO4YFYXw/s1600-h/IMG_8119+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269253318762117202" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SSAl-chdOFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NljWO4YFYXw/s400/IMG_8119+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am at the junction once again,&lt;br /&gt;kissing the past goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to embrace a whole new chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you stay with me through this ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit: Can'tbelieve I spent my sunday watching sex &amp;amp; the city season 4-6. This is so crazy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-5626727694138275585?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5626727694138275585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5626727694138275585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5626727694138275585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5626727694138275585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='New Chapter of Life'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR_oU-brQNI/AAAAAAAAArg/5io3JWVd83U/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-4679737622141075828</id><published>2008-11-14T13:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:56:18.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMs - Revealing Eye Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXTRAORDINARY of the ORDINARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exterior - Insignificant Surprise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U753rELI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ff705fmRHlM/s1600-h/IMG_8117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390158472515762" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U753rELI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ff705fmRHlM/s400/IMG_8117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U7QWlNbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/96V0--kMAOE/s1600-h/IMG_8113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390147327866290" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U7QWlNbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/96V0--kMAOE/s400/IMG_8113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shot was taken from my bedroom at the 10th storey in my point of view how ordinary these surroundings are. But if you look carefully between both night and day shot, you will find that there are some details that are different. I didn't realise that my bedroom view of the garden at night with the units' lights brightening the new neighbourhood up that much! I usually keep my windows shut and curtains down because of the insects that will  fly into my room. Start taking a good look around you, and you might find things that amaze you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interior - The Leading Lights&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8jS4cII/AAAAAAAAArA/Hwx_C3x7XdU/s1600-h/IMG_8091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390169592492162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8jS4cII/AAAAAAAAArA/Hwx_C3x7XdU/s400/IMG_8091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I placed my camera at a long angle, and shot to show to 'never ending' row of lights that stretches all the way back. It creates a illusion that the distance to the other side is very far, but actually not. I like how the blue lights shines on the white pillars creating neon feel of modern. Definitely a rare sight in carparks. This is a day shot, as you can see, there's not much cars around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8cQaSoI/AAAAAAAAAq4/M7akpPa2y3I/s1600-h/IMG_8090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390167703079554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8cQaSoI/AAAAAAAAAq4/M7akpPa2y3I/s400/IMG_8090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a night shot; I chose to step into esplanade itself behind the glass doors with the same angle. This time round, the celling looks nearer to me and it's a little off balance. It feels as if it's exerting a pressure on me. It's like how the society today, we all strives to walk a long way into the future. But all the expectations pressurize us that sometimes, we are at lost of what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self Portrait - I am who I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8q-t2MI/AAAAAAAAArI/OAruEFvK8VE/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390171655395522" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U8q-t2MI/AAAAAAAAArI/OAruEFvK8VE/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched up on brightness and contrast. I used the rule of 1/3 to portray myself in the self-portrait. She likes to walk away from the crowd once in awhile, take a break from reality and indulge in her young innocence. As much as she know the importance of being realistic, she recognise that having the simple mind of a child; contented with small things and keeping a positive outlook of life is essential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0b85UrLrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/n4rJgFoW2jQ/s1600-h/IMG_6954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268397872086986418" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0b85UrLrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/n4rJgFoW2jQ/s400/IMG_6954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot taken for one of my Semester one module, it’s on fashion and the theme is retro. It's taken down the stairs, to elongate my already short frame. This is the other side of me, the fashion lover and a little rebellious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-4679737622141075828?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4679737622141075828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=4679737622141075828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4679737622141075828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4679737622141075828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/gems-revealing-eye-assignment.html' title='GEMs - Revealing Eye Assignment'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SR0U753rELI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ff705fmRHlM/s72-c/IMG_8117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7144292370313704845</id><published>2008-11-11T23:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:40:44.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I open my heart to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRq9eJuG-PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_de3mzgtBFY/s1600-h/capturelifeatitsbestwithme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267731039866255602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRq9eJuG-PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_de3mzgtBFY/s400/capturelifeatitsbestwithme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why do we go so long without saying how we feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we open wounds we know will never heal?&lt;br /&gt;How come we search for love that truly satisfies,&lt;br /&gt;when everything we ever need is before our eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: Ignore the blublack, I know it's ugly. It has only been a week.I thought my calculator can be outcast and graph reading&amp;amp;drawing skills can retire.But apparently,it's needed in economics.Damn! Need inspiration for many assignments. Raining days just make more sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7144292370313704845?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7144292370313704845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7144292370313704845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7144292370313704845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7144292370313704845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-brother.html' title='If I open my heart to you'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRq9eJuG-PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_de3mzgtBFY/s72-c/capturelifeatitsbestwithme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7607879857451758235</id><published>2008-11-10T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:30:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRhBWPj124I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HvBkUFkMDis/s1600-h/IMG_8083+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267031614599584642" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRhBWPj124I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HvBkUFkMDis/s400/IMG_8083+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRhBVsrXhNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Aru2RIV3lLA/s1600-h/IMG_8095+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267031605235909842" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRhBVsrXhNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Aru2RIV3lLA/s400/IMG_8095+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't give excuses alr. You never try you never know."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I bet with you la"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I don't want you to use me as an excuse."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I can't say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7607879857451758235?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7607879857451758235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7607879857451758235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7607879857451758235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7607879857451758235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-cold-tonight.html' title='It&apos;s cold tonight.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRhBWPj124I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HvBkUFkMDis/s72-c/IMG_8083+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8290920339807945019</id><published>2008-11-07T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:18:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmxVNmg280A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmxVNmg280A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina, Gina, I kissed you once and then&lt;br /&gt;I felt so wonderful, so very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina (Gina), Gina (Gina), I can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;I've ever felt a kiss that made me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, oh, look at you&lt;br /&gt;So warm, so sweet, so shy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, oh, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm such a lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have Gina, Gina all for my very own&lt;br /&gt;It's much too wonderful, so very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;To know that Gina is mine alone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go master this song if you love me! HAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8290920339807945019?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8290920339807945019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8290920339807945019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8290920339807945019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8290920339807945019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-very-own-song.html' title='My very own song'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3421532821498589973</id><published>2008-11-07T00:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:49:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRMfvN0-siI/AAAAAAAAApo/eSzRx-UNetc/s1600-h/Picture5copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265587285352428066" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRMfvN0-siI/AAAAAAAAApo/eSzRx-UNetc/s400/Picture5copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRMaYCCgp8I/AAAAAAAAApY/08jcpfehNKU/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581389492824002" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRMaYCCgp8I/AAAAAAAAApY/08jcpfehNKU/s400/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not pretending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hope, no love, no glory, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like it’s forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm always the villain in all filming. I was the girl with Dissociative Identity Disorder &lt;s&gt;schizophrenia&lt;/s&gt;, the daughter who fights for inheritance and now the third party.Actually, I'm a really innocent girl next door. Believe me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in the name of art, all for the sake of marks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3421532821498589973?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3421532821498589973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3421532821498589973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3421532821498589973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3421532821498589973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiss-me-out-of-bearded-barley.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SRMfvN0-siI/AAAAAAAAApo/eSzRx-UNetc/s72-c/Picture5copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7611523564667391204</id><published>2008-11-05T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:16:19.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Roach</title><content type='html'>I think I don't like my mum, because I didn't scream when I saw a roach in the kitchen just now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I should change. I like you if I scream when I sees a roach. I love you, if I don't scream. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to IDEAS. I sucks at drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7611523564667391204?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7611523564667391204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7611523564667391204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7611523564667391204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7611523564667391204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying-roach.html' title='Flying Roach'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1113164573789344211</id><published>2008-11-05T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:50:37.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me, I get $1 for one done!</title><content type='html'>I'm here to give myself a break. I know I should be doing IDEAS and somebody said he deserve a break more than me. Whatever. =) Actually, I shld be catching some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you fall in love with your best friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Is my best friend a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Of course being loved. Imagine the lovely things he do just to please you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List out 4 favourite things that you like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Take Long Bus Rides, Read a book, blast music real loud(when Im alone at home) &amp;amp; catching up with peeps(worth&amp;amp;close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ The one who just made me sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ They know it in their hearts. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I will answer you when the time comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I can if you can do the same to yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want to tell to someone you love?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Give me a call when you sees this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1113164573789344211?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1113164573789344211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1113164573789344211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1113164573789344211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1113164573789344211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-me-i-get-1-for-one-done.html' title='Help me, I get $1 for one done!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3978994901303359650</id><published>2008-11-04T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:33:39.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as long as it's not between the &lt;strong&gt;Devil &lt;/strong&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;Deep Blue Sea&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/1231377531373828214-3978994901303359650?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3978994901303359650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3978994901303359650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3978994901303359650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3978994901303359650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/verge-of-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1081031630259878552</id><published>2008-11-02T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:21:20.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQ3TQzZuBzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_EPCblda8Ws/s1600-h/Photo0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264095825095427890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQ3TQzZuBzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_EPCblda8Ws/s400/Photo0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I like you if I’m comfortable with me laughing hysterically in front of you. I like you if you randomly call/sms to ask how’s my day. I like you if you can tolerate my absent minded personality. I like you if you would hold my hand and run across the busy traffic (so melodrama). I like you if I scream when I see a roach in front of you. I like you if you will remember I’m sensitive to mosquitoes. I like you if you are able to make me not disappointed with people and life (in time of adversity). I like you more if you can show me the world. I like you if you understand why I’m so aloof. I like you more if you understand why I’m expressionless or totally nonchalant 'bout everything. I like you if you would lend me your shoulders to rest my head. I like you, if you'll tell me the truth even it hurts. I like you if you can be dependent and am stronger than me .I like you if you're independent enough. I like you if you know that being silent doesn't mean insignificant. I like you, if you like the very me now. I like you much more if you would be of all the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But well, we all know LIKE is a far cry from LOVE. . .&lt;br /&gt;So till then, I shall be &lt;s&gt;complacent&lt;/s&gt; contented with what I’ve and I’m now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think no such person will exist in this world, especially the last sentence. In an attempt to produce a story that applies to the mass(not sadist people like me), I'm trying to be emo. For the sake of art &amp;amp; marks. What to do, though it's detrimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1081031630259878552?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1081031630259878552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1081031630259878552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1081031630259878552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1081031630259878552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-like-you.html' title='If I like you...'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQ3TQzZuBzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_EPCblda8Ws/s72-c/Photo0729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1003793587083949635</id><published>2008-11-01T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:14:19.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What can go wrong will go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up late, too lethargic for morning lesson, assignment done wasn't needed, saw the wrong person, getting weird reactions, discussing about nostalgics stuff, falling down in public and having additional pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for today, energy level was down, no mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1003793587083949635?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1003793587083949635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1003793587083949635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1003793587083949635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1003793587083949635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1604143588376985695</id><published>2008-10-30T15:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:48:58.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You bleed to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;know that you're alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQlmdolTYSI/AAAAAAAAApI/YHioQpqVof0/s1600-h/pretending+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262850298855252258" style="WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQlmdolTYSI/AAAAAAAAApI/YHioQpqVof0/s400/pretending+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was combat day, trying to tolerate the pain of those new wounds. For awhile, I thought it was great. At least it shows I'm a human too, I can detect pain. From all the commotion earlier on, I felt nothing but gratitude to friends. Don't worry, no self mutilations. It's just blisters cause by a pair of new flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to &lt;s&gt;rack my brains and squeeze some juice for IDEAS!!&lt;/s&gt; feel sleepy in Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit// Just back from dinner at Ichban. It has been long since I last felt so bloated.Also have been long, since I dump everything aside and enjoy the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1604143588376985695?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1604143588376985695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1604143588376985695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1604143588376985695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1604143588376985695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-bleed-to.html' title='You bleed to...'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQlmdolTYSI/AAAAAAAAApI/YHioQpqVof0/s72-c/pretending+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5003576344983409068</id><published>2008-10-28T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:38:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not everyone thinks the way you think, knows the things you know, and believes the things you believe, nor acts the way you would act. Remember this and you will go a long way in getting along with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arthur forman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: What doesn't bring you down, makes you stronger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-5003576344983409068?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5003576344983409068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5003576344983409068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5003576344983409068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5003576344983409068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-everyone-thinks-way-you-think-knows.html' title='Food for Thoughts!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3444921737502722633</id><published>2008-10-27T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:32:11.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon my language!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Can you ask her to have some self-respect?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling oh darling, tell me what you mean, won’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Because you fucking don't have the right to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I’m so gonna touch on this subject again. You jolly know who this post is referring to. Yes, it’s you. &lt;strong&gt;Don’t ever fucking assume anything anymore.&lt;/strong&gt; Dude, season change so do people! You determine as a bitch because of all the late nights and boozing. Then what does all the nights that I spent you as? Fucking contradictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought somehow or rather we can work things out. But we can’t. The reason being- &lt;strong&gt;you don’t know me at all.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I know you heard it umpteen times. Don’t worry; I’m sick of saying it too. And No, don’t ever tell me it’s because I hardly disclose anything to you. Because she understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous &lt;/strong&gt;to think that for all the entries that I’d written is out to enrage you. My dear darling, &lt;strong&gt;you’re not that significant in my life anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, no doubt few months back, it would revolve around you. You would definitely have the right to know and question what’s happening in my life. But not anymore, from the day we separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your impression of me from the beginning is just some materialistic bitch that favours the superficial side of life. Till now it’s still the same. &lt;em&gt;So much so for claiming that it was not what you thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blog because I want to enrage you. If there have to be any message I want to send across through all the entries, it would be to tell you&lt;strong&gt; I’m living a Great life without you!&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t purposely look for some random guy on the street or the networking website and head out with them just to blog about them and revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, you know I’ve got more male friends than female friends. When do you see me questioning you about all the comments you get at the networking site from the females? I know that, you’re with me, and this what I win over all of them. So they are no threats to me. I’m totally fine that you were comforting your female friend when she broke off with her boyfriend. I respect that being friends for few years, it’s naturally that she needs you. Even at midnights. I’m even fine with you sending her all the way to the city for work only. &lt;em&gt;Contradicting yourself that I'm the only female you'd ever ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s wrong with me having supper with my male friends? You don’t have to care a shit now. What were you thinking I was doing when I’m out? Fucking some random guy!? For goodness sake, it’s just supper and catching up. Yes, I like my guy rich and better come along with an automobile. Does saying this please you? &lt;em&gt;So that your friends can pity you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I go boozing. At least I exercise self discipline. I don’t get myself dead drunk and head home with some random guy I hooked up. &lt;strong&gt;So where the hell do you see me degrading myself?&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t do that now because I want to make you jealous. To me, drinking is just another alternative for merry making. I drink to chill and relax, not to dwell in my own sorrow and hopes the liquor gets the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who the hell do you think you’re to judge me? You think you know me. Think again.&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t fucking denigrate myself so that I can make you angry. You’re not that important to me anymore. And it’s my right to be friends with whomever and none concerns you. I can be having dinner with one, drinking with another and supper with others. And &lt;strong&gt;it's because I like their company!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got great friends who picks me up knowing that I’m tired after a long day of work and in need to get some rest. I’ve got great friends who know that I need to distress from a long day in school. They don’t haunt me with questions doubting my sincerity. They don’t stress me further and instead entertain with a joke or two. They know that although I look too cool to feel, actually I do feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How ridiculous it seems that I would stoop so low because of you.&lt;/strong&gt; Instead of wasting time and can’t get over the fact that I lead a better life without you. Why not invest some effort and be together with your soul mate? And I really mean it in a nice way, my blessings from the bottom of my heart. Sincerely, no sarcasms intended. Oh and don’t misunderstand that I purposely said those guys names to irritate you that day. I honestly don’t know you were there till they told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more of amused than furious after I process that sentence above. Fullstop!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3444921737502722633?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3444921737502722633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3444921737502722633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3444921737502722633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3444921737502722633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pardon-my-language.html' title='Pardon my language!'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2536313026619358954</id><published>2008-10-26T03:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:26:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQN6-MDFPeI/AAAAAAAAApA/6t6e7Lbx6Wc/s1600-h/Apus___1_by_undecidedGiRl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261183998503501282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQN6-MDFPeI/AAAAAAAAApA/6t6e7Lbx6Wc/s400/Apus___1_by_undecidedGiRl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it set with the sun and never rise again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry to put you through it. But that's the best decision made. Thanks for all the efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be said, I've been The Rebound, The Third Party, The Girlfriend, The Unfaithful, The Victim, The Couldn't-Care-Less and The Fling. I know the pro and cons, the right and wrong and the yes or no. But now, I quit this game. The worst mental torturing game in the universe. Because to me this - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;is pure bullshit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start from scratch and find myself back into square one. One day someone might come along and instill that confidence in me and feel worthwhile. Just like a lock and key relationship. But Till Then, I'm not going put myself through the heart wrenching moments again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is really an overrated word. Trust me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: I want to be oblivious(w/o contact lens) and might MIA for awhile. Life oh Life, so overrated too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2536313026619358954?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2536313026619358954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2536313026619358954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2536313026619358954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2536313026619358954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SQN6-MDFPeI/AAAAAAAAApA/6t6e7Lbx6Wc/s72-c/Apus___1_by_undecidedGiRl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7316977968302010437</id><published>2008-10-21T22:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:09:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity or In sanity</title><content type='html'>Filming is never easy, behind the glamour and fame of the actors and actresses are sweats and tears. The stares and expression you've to put up with! I think I really have split personality. For DVPA, I can be all cranked up and laugh hysterically following the storyboard. For the next hour, I can totally be quiet and just live in my own world. The reason being, somehow or other, nostalgic decides to pay me a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a game you wouldn't want to be in. Trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARYL!&lt;/span&gt;&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/1231377531373828214-7316977968302010437?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7316977968302010437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7316977968302010437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7316977968302010437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7316977968302010437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-daryl-although-ive-got.html' title='Insanity or In sanity'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5878516683866696816</id><published>2008-10-19T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:27:52.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scorpio Lady - Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A simple woman who always show what kind of mood she is in. &lt;strong&gt;You can tell right away if she is upset, or if she is flirting with you.&lt;/strong&gt; She displays herself with her act much more than trying to say it for it's in her character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scorpio woman has her own mysterious personality. &lt;strong&gt;She is confident&lt;/strong&gt; and deep down inside she is quite proud of herself. &lt;strong&gt;She hates to think she is borne a woman and so limiting her with a certain social acceptable rules.&lt;/strong&gt; She is a real woman and despite her innocent and childish looks, she has a spirit of free soul. &lt;strong&gt;Many men will make mistake if they think she is a good follower, they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thinks being a plain simple housewife is boring.&lt;/strong&gt; She likes to have power and control over other people, but this will be only her secret, so you will only see a cute woman. Every things she does will look good, and she has all the woman's trick you can think of. She can manipulate men without they knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think she going to do everything you say because she loves you, then you will be disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;She could be a little tomboyish and she can understand you by just looking in your eyes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You may say sweet words which could sweep any woman, but not with the Scorpio woman. She will use her X-ray eyes reading your thought of what you just said or what you are going to say. She always smile and she can really hide her feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She will constantly show you that she loves freedom. If she has freedom, she will not leave you, but will even love you more.&lt;/strong&gt; If she wants something, she will do everything to get it. She has her own sixth sense of people and you can feel that energy feed back when you're around her. &lt;strong&gt;She likes a man who can earn her respect, and she will also respect and feel proud of that man&lt;/strong&gt;. A man with power over her should not threat or challenge her confidence. &lt;strong&gt;She likes to have a good looking , strong and healthy man &lt;/strong&gt;especially if she start to compare with her friends' boyfriends. &lt;strong&gt;It is a plus if he hold a&lt;br /&gt;degree or a good career.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a hot lady. She likes heavy music. &lt;strong&gt;She either loves or hates&lt;/strong&gt;, there are no 'fond of', or 'like' for her. Love has no 'may be', or 'perhaps'. If she is real mad, she will trash and throw things. Her wind storm can sweep all her dishes and you could get accidentally hit on your head for this matter. Be calm, it is just your grand mother favorite china for she has&lt;br /&gt;good quality as much as her bad tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes she shows her weakness, but it won't be long. She will put herself together and back to be that hot chili again.&lt;/strong&gt; If she loves you, it will be no matter what other people may say. Her relationship will be more important than what is right or wrong. Because of this reason, you may know some Scorpio woman become a second wife, a mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is spoilt, but she allows her love one to over power her.&lt;/strong&gt; Dating this woman, you should not keep old love letters in your pocket or in your house. It could be a love letter 2 years ago, but never mind she will argue about this since this is a big deal for a suspicious woman. &lt;strong&gt;Remember she has a temper of the shrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you play a cold war with her, she will treat you likewise and double it. &lt;/strong&gt;If you stood her up once, she will stood you up 2-3 times. &lt;strong&gt;She is quite fair in justice, so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;she can accept your apologies as much as she can pretend to accept things for now and wait for a pay back revenge in the future.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If you are nice to her, she will double that to you as well. A real fair woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to make and spent money. She likes to have fame and reputations, and never let herself broke and have no name at the same time. She is too proud and will not accept status of being 'Poor'. She loves to have face, so if you are a manager with small salary, she will be proud more than more money being a truck driver. She hates to think and she can not stand a feeling of being a 'Nobody'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like her, play a little hard to get. This will excite her a bit.&lt;strong&gt; When you go out on a date, set your schedule,&lt;/strong&gt; but do not let her know that you have planned this for weeks. Always pick her up on time or better to go 5-10 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this email sent by eunice is damn accurate. People, if you're interested tell me, I'll send you. =) It's proven by many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-5878516683866696816?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5878516683866696816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5878516683866696816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5878516683866696816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5878516683866696816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/scorpio-lady-me.html' title='A Scorpio Lady - Me'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-4804474416647616785</id><published>2008-10-19T00:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:09:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Draws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, my dinner treat voucher was redeemed. It comes along with ice cream and a movie ticket too. Thank you. =) The House Bunny was too bimbo for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The feeling of having mozerella prata at Al-Azhar for supper was damn shiok!! Yesterday night was deja vu, in a good way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: This month is a bad month for people who are in love, but aint together with the desired. Most around are having problems. I'm glad that I don't have to face such a problem. Folks, take care alright. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-4804474416647616785?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4804474416647616785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=4804474416647616785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4804474416647616785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/4804474416647616785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/through-lens.html' title='Lucky Draws'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6797733117841202235</id><published>2008-10-14T22:08:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:19:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-make of Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPStHk4C7KI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDUrt5WtLsQ/s1600-h/Photo1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257017010717650082" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPStHk4C7KI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDUrt5WtLsQ/s400/Photo1609.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPStHkIru1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6CfPwjppk2Q/s1600-h/Photo1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257017010518997842" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPStHkIru1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6CfPwjppk2Q/s400/Photo1605.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Hi to the future&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Cameraman&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Director of Photography!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-enacted the scene today.It was the same script but different cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He came to pick me up,had dinner,caught a movie and home.&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/1231377531373828214-6797733117841202235?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6797733117841202235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6797733117841202235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6797733117841202235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6797733117841202235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-make-of-memories.html' title='Re-make of Memories.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPStHk4C7KI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDUrt5WtLsQ/s72-c/Photo1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2025172611886494749</id><published>2008-10-12T17:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:48:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPHEpTpMz6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/u0Bhmuqa_VE/s1600-h/SNC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256198454044839842" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="343" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPHEpTpMz6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/u0Bhmuqa_VE/s400/SNC00017.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPHEp_PThkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IrTEyBvDs4A/s1600-h/Photo1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256198465747387970" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="321" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPHEp_PThkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IrTEyBvDs4A/s400/Photo1598.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was birthday celebrations. It was quite a blast minus the upsetting stuffs. Literally, I was running around between two groups. Thanks goodness both venues were near, if not with my killer heels, Im so gonna park myself at one place only. So it was booze-ing with both groups. It marks the end of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Thanks for waiting, and sorry to make you wait in vain. Well, something cropped up. I promise we will meet up soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad everything is alright for the time being.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn disappointed in somebody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2025172611886494749?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2025172611886494749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2025172611886494749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2025172611886494749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2025172611886494749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-blasts.html' title='Birthday Blasts'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SPHEpTpMz6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/u0Bhmuqa_VE/s72-c/SNC00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-853070440127168497</id><published>2008-10-08T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:26:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOxDCSQA2zI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fVewy4iq9C4/s1600-h/Photo1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254648571772328754" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOxDCSQA2zI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fVewy4iq9C4/s400/Photo1590.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're such an alcoholic!"&lt;br /&gt;Was playing BANG(high class murder cards game). When I lost and show hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday night at Ehub&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HL says: I bet is GV.&lt;br /&gt;ME says: I bet is Cathay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we climbed the escalators and I won. Supper at Mac was his treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning&lt;/strong&gt;(after constantly irritating him to bet on smth),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says: I bet yihan's left leg will touch the pavement first.&lt;br /&gt;HL says : I take right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost. It was supposedly brunch treat by me. But he got me a drink instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;(everything also want to bet),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HL says: I bet with you 5 people cannot squeeze into the cab.&lt;br /&gt;ME says: Steady, I say can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won. So anticipating dinner on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm such an Alcoholic and a Gamble Queen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-853070440127168497?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/853070440127168497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=853070440127168497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/853070440127168497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/853070440127168497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOxDCSQA2zI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fVewy4iq9C4/s72-c/Photo1590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-8490730389396361081</id><published>2008-10-07T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:26:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao.Darling.Ciao</title><content type='html'>saw two guys french kissing in the middle of Takashimaya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-8490730389396361081?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8490730389396361081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=8490730389396361081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8490730389396361081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/8490730389396361081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ciaodarlingciao.html' title='Ciao.Darling.Ciao'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3636456441828427017</id><published>2008-10-05T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:04:16.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOiq65inppI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gilhTLtMCVI/s1600-h/DSC01238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253636894182844050" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" height="302" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOiq65inppI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gilhTLtMCVI/s400/DSC01238.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOiq6xB0iqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/pDQWS1UKV8E/s1600-h/Photo1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253636891897793186" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" height="322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOiq6xB0iqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/pDQWS1UKV8E/s400/Photo1588.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with the girls to simlim. Thanks shus for the dinner treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met K and his friends.Stay connected was nice. There are some parts where it's really hilarious. I guess the brands of cars featured in the movie, would be selling hot soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers later after the night for some booze, I hit personal best. Time to brush up on my skills for reaction games too.I think Im the drunk among the sober and the sober among the drunk. Im not wasted.They are really friendly people. I feel so young among them, and they feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day.Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Anticipating for egg tarts later at night, and sorry eunice for making you worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3636456441828427017?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3636456441828427017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3636456441828427017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3636456441828427017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3636456441828427017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/personal-best.html' title='Personal Best.'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SOiq65inppI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gilhTLtMCVI/s72-c/DSC01238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7877342314999204102</id><published>2008-09-29T19:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:08:51.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SODOx8bnuII/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mq_wU0NNmlU/s1600-h/r092603A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251424522944886914" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="355" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SODOx8bnuII/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mq_wU0NNmlU/s400/r092603A.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SODOyGLUXxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wMatvqharO0/s1600-h/s092317A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251424525560864530" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="349" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SODOyGLUXxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wMatvqharO0/s400/s092317A.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lewis Hamilton cool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he came in third, but the way he race is damn aggressive and cool.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cheesecakes, B&amp;amp;J ice cream, elephant key chain souvenir, compliments and troubles.Colleagues were awesome so were the Hilton's front desk staffs. The 5 working days were enjoyable, although tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玫瑰都红难免会看错，责备什么人也没有用。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7877342314999204102?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7877342314999204102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7877342314999204102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7877342314999204102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7877342314999204102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and Furious'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SODOx8bnuII/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mq_wU0NNmlU/s72-c/r092603A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1623219701163322016</id><published>2008-09-22T01:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:56:39.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of a Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNai3-YIxfI/AAAAAAAAAko/xaifoW3fc2o/s1600-h/Photo1525copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248561498267633138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="367" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNai3-YIxfI/AAAAAAAAAko/xaifoW3fc2o/s400/Photo1525copy3.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNai4KkHYUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/hI28CzwZwck/s1600-h/Photo1525+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248561501539098946" style="CURSOR: hand" height="368" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNai4KkHYUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/hI28CzwZwck/s400/Photo1525+copy.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice :What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice : Woah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget that people change, just like how naturally seasons change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1623219701163322016?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1623219701163322016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1623219701163322016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1623219701163322016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1623219701163322016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/miniskirt-miracle-gluey-day.html' title='Memories of a Ballerina'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNai3-YIxfI/AAAAAAAAAko/xaifoW3fc2o/s72-c/Photo1525copy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1014616883909998550</id><published>2008-09-20T19:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:44:05.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNTsJNCYgPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rS90HtfBqhU/s1600-h/DSC00100copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248079108656103666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNTsJNCYgPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rS90HtfBqhU/s400/DSC00100copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNTsJaQGotI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ybJhkdfT3EI/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248079112203313874" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="326" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNTsJaQGotI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ybJhkdfT3EI/s400/DSC00100.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnnie Walker's meeting at Diageo. It has proven itself to be a liquor selling company. They had a bar in the office itself with bartenders at work. You can even see Esplanade, and the race track of coming Singapore First Night Race, Formula One™ at the bar through the french windows. Of course, I can't resist the temptation and get myself a cocktail(lychee flavoured my love) and linger around. Work starting real soon, can't wait. Why did I give paddock a miss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat at Happy Pay. First meal for the day and its dinner. What an unhealthy lifestyle Im leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Portuguese egg tarts. I just scream everytime and forget the sound I'm suppose to imitate at Minds Cafe. Damn Hilarious. I won a UNO stacko bet. I don't have to shout I'm a loser. Lady Luck was with me. Mac breakfast before we reach home. Damn Al Azhar don't have Maggi goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a HOMEY DAY. Sorry for the 16 miss calls. Im too tired to wake up. The next time I promise I'll join you ok. =)      I think I need a change. In terms of hairstyle, style and whatnots I guess. Im sick of this mundane stuffs and myself. That said, I like the way I am. Need &lt;s&gt;flings&lt;/s&gt;, opps, Im mean &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1014616883909998550?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1014616883909998550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1014616883909998550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1014616883909998550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1014616883909998550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/merry-making.html' title='Merry Making'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNTsJNCYgPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rS90HtfBqhU/s72-c/DSC00100copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6338213941397613427</id><published>2008-09-18T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:54:43.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BF 's declaration of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNH6wJcXaSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/C10pzEXwm0E/s1600-h/eunice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247250745938897186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNH6wJcXaSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/C10pzEXwm0E/s400/eunice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is damn sweet can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'd done almost everything together. Next time we cry together ok?=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps:why not bff, because i don't like forever that word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6338213941397613427?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6338213941397613427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6338213941397613427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6338213941397613427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6338213941397613427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bf-s-declaration-of-love.html' title='BF &apos;s declaration of love'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNH6wJcXaSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/C10pzEXwm0E/s72-c/eunice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3119910925975251031</id><published>2008-09-18T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:16:50.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antidote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNExwyeFZRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gS8IMa3WEjY/s1600-h/Photo1498+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247029755114775826" style="CURSOR: hand" height="308" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNExwyeFZRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gS8IMa3WEjY/s400/Photo1498+copy.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNExxLHSB9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/hdTTwXoOxeI/s1600-h/Photo1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247029761730021330" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" height="351" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNExxLHSB9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/hdTTwXoOxeI/s400/Photo1498.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hate/&amp;amp; love is a tired thing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3119910925975251031?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3119910925975251031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3119910925975251031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3119910925975251031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3119910925975251031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/antidote.html' title='Antidote'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SNExwyeFZRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gS8IMa3WEjY/s72-c/Photo1498+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-3469999741717727035</id><published>2008-09-17T00:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:38:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a wink of eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM_q45XglgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WnqYalNS9OM/s1600-h/IMG_8006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246670354102916610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM_q45XglgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WnqYalNS9OM/s400/IMG_8006+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo.The Days. White Dog Cafe. Sentosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Sea&lt;/strong&gt; was nice, it wasn't boring like what Eunice said. But P said, it was because I was in the right company- yes his company. Their grand finale was pretty awesome - fireworks. Also something that is similar to volcano eruption in the middle of the show was nice too. &lt;em&gt;Neither my eyelashes nor contact lens melt.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been long since I went to &lt;strong&gt;Palawan&lt;/strong&gt;. It looks so different now. I'm not sure if it's because I went it at night this time round. But I bet, it looks different if I were to compared it with my last trip during the daytime, which would be a few years back. Nevertheless, the trip to Sentosa was great. The way they waves to people in the monorail is funny and so is how every first gantry refuse to read his work pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my result back via email. I'm quite pleased with the results. =) All in all, today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS :Definition of Mocktail from dictionary.com - A cocktail with no alcohol. I kept your name anonymous so you won't be famous here as request.=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-3469999741717727035?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3469999741717727035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=3469999741717727035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3469999741717727035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/3469999741717727035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-wink-of-eye.html' title='In a wink of eye...'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM_q45XglgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WnqYalNS9OM/s72-c/IMG_8006+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-5430868681723421680</id><published>2008-09-15T00:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:36:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peektures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uMYSaWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DVL5q3YwCjc/s1600-h/DSCN0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245919203786123618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uMYSaWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DVL5q3YwCjc/s400/DSCN0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partners In Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uR3ijQI/AAAAAAAAAig/2kYwDJOb6t0/s1600-h/DSCN0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245919205259382018" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uR3ijQI/AAAAAAAAAig/2kYwDJOb6t0/s400/DSCN0143.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uoLY4SI/AAAAAAAAAio/Zv4Q4LjdFU0/s1600-h/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245919211248214306" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="264" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uoLY4SI/AAAAAAAAAio/Zv4Q4LjdFU0/s400/DSCN0137.JPG" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_u1Qp9ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/04x-ka4YQzg/s1600-h/DSCN0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245919214759966098" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="263" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_u1Qp9ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/04x-ka4YQzg/s400/DSCN0118.JPG" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07DC1hsqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CmpTCBpYLTM/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07DTc0ovI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GN7Rk_I1GfM/s1600-h/DSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914068903305970" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="332" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07DTc0ovI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GN7Rk_I1GfM/s400/DSCN0052.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07D89t_TI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZJ0QZ9njoTw/s1600-h/DSCN0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914080047136050" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="336" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07D89t_TI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZJ0QZ9njoTw/s400/DSCN0078.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM08-ux2mjI/AAAAAAAAAho/1jwF_kwQpD0/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916189363182130" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM08-ux2mjI/AAAAAAAAAho/1jwF_kwQpD0/s400/DSCN0090.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_tzcADCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Pg5vEqXkrVI/s1600-h/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245919197090810914" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" height="328" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_tzcADCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Pg5vEqXkrVI/s400/DSCN0116.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 6 bucks balloon that make me feel like a child again!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM08_nz5ifI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EVHlAqB6kZc/s1600-h/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916204672584178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM08_nz5ifI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EVHlAqB6kZc/s400/DSCN0109.JPG" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07Du-wcmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qrBf9aGCQQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914076293395042" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="325" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07Du-wcmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qrBf9aGCQQQ/s400/DSCN0065.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Kitty. My favourite okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvK3XtUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XL98f6sc2Gw/s1600-h/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245929116164142402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvK3XtUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XL98f6sc2Gw/s400/DSCN0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvX2g8mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/da6SO4hn7Nc/s1600-h/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245929119650214498" style="CURSOR: hand" height="321" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvX2g8mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/da6SO4hn7Nc/s400/DSCN0147.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvS5p4pI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Za7uxIrXRIk/s1600-h/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245929118321205906" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" height="362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1IvS5p4pI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Za7uxIrXRIk/s400/DSCN0151.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lantern Loves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, Im lazy to wait for the others. So,that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM07DC1hsqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CmpTCBpYLTM/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1Iu7i3gpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ao7gaXsFHeE/s1600-h/say+you+will+take+my+hand+and+run+with+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245929112051614354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM1Iu7i3gpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Ao7gaXsFHeE/s400/say+you+will+take+my+hand+and+run+with+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-5430868681723421680?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5430868681723421680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=5430868681723421680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5430868681723421680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/5430868681723421680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/peektures.html' title='Peektures'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SM0_uMYSaWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DVL5q3YwCjc/s72-c/DSCN0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6399070328555936934</id><published>2008-09-13T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:45:51.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says: You're too locked up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEED TO DO SOMETHING DESTRUCTIVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6399070328555936934?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6399070328555936934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6399070328555936934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6399070328555936934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6399070328555936934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-says-youre-too-locked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-2216988960495067266</id><published>2008-09-11T04:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:22:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMgr1E3KgnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NzOG9KcfZ2U/s1600-h/IMG_7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244489956911121010" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMgr1E3KgnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NzOG9KcfZ2U/s400/IMG_7909.JPG" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMgr1c7aFgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0HKYk18fuhQ/s1600-h/IMG_7912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244489963371369986" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="252" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMgr1c7aFgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0HKYk18fuhQ/s400/IMG_7912.JPG" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partyworld.Takashimaya.Cinelesiure.Clarke Quay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a little zone out now, Im awake since 12.30pm this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we were suppose to meet at 1pm. But well, this is what late nights do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohmy, and Ive never ever in my life sms-ed till the batt died on me. I hope today would be the first and the last time. It's never good bringing a flat batt phone around with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn. Im craving for Mac Breakfast. Off to beauty sleep. Good Morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-2216988960495067266?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2216988960495067266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=2216988960495067266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2216988960495067266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/2216988960495067266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMgr1E3KgnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NzOG9KcfZ2U/s72-c/IMG_7909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-1530974324728080733</id><published>2008-09-09T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:24:25.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME says: How How How, I got become fatter or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE says: You almost everyday go out eat supper. Confirm will one leh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I last saw him, and yet he gave me such a heartbreaking answer.&lt;br /&gt;I've been religiously stocking up this small Tupperware I place on my desk with tibits, cookies and whatnot's. How to not be horizontally challenged? I'm not alone I guess, so many I've spoken to are leading such lifestyle during vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation are always cool right? Yes.No.Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit// I think Im a mountain tortoise. I actually don't know what's the song at the sea. Till somebody told me it's the musical fountain at sentosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-1530974324728080733?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1530974324728080733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=1530974324728080733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1530974324728080733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/1530974324728080733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/plan.html' title='Sinful Lifestyle'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6855658216149251573</id><published>2008-09-07T04:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:55:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMLsnX5OFgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QIgg2RWc_SM/s1600-h/it%27s+you+that+keeps+me+awake+all+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243013077385745922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMLsnX5OFgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QIgg2RWc_SM/s400/it%27s+you+that+keeps+me+awake+all+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate cheesecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3l13qac_PM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3l13qac_PM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the same - no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chairs are gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's a prawning pond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the same - no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The slippery wooden planks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no longer makes me fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it rains an hour before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can party all night long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with different company till dawn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no need to argue anymore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't ever wish to see us across the road from now on.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-6855658216149251573?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6855658216149251573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6855658216149251573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6855658216149251573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6855658216149251573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/deja-vu.html' title='Screw Deja Vu'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMLsnX5OFgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QIgg2RWc_SM/s72-c/it%27s+you+that+keeps+me+awake+all+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7648566880638198344</id><published>2008-09-06T03:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:02:45.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing is a bad thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E says : I might turn into the child of a millionaire overnight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I says : See this is what fairytale and dramas do to people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7648566880638198344?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7648566880638198344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7648566880638198344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7648566880638198344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7648566880638198344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-unrealistic.html' title='Too much of a good thing is a bad thing'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-6664257365886046454</id><published>2008-09-05T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:54:33.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napkin Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMAQ8K3YpVI/AAAAAAAAAek/GefADxKWIok/s1600-h/rose+withoutcolour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242208592154109266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMAQ8K3YpVI/AAAAAAAAAek/GefADxKWIok/s400/rose+withoutcolour.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/1231377531373828214-6664257365886046454?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6664257365886046454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=6664257365886046454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6664257365886046454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/6664257365886046454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/napkin-roses.html' title='Napkin Roses'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SMAQ8K3YpVI/AAAAAAAAAek/GefADxKWIok/s72-c/rose+withoutcolour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231377531373828214.post-7754885445730048816</id><published>2008-09-04T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:39:20.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGO 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SL7YO9bPwxI/AAAAAAAAAec/Zu9LRBU-94E/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241864767824446226" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="326" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SL7YO9bPwxI/AAAAAAAAAec/Zu9LRBU-94E/s400/DSC00011.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: I thought you are going out for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Waiting for them to confirm.(It's ard 7pm)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ya Ya Ya. Confirm alr 10, then reach is 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You having today's breakfast/lunch/dinner/supper or tomorrow's breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Today's breakfast,lunch,dinner &amp;amp; supper together in 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Yes, I was out around 11 plus and just got home. My Mum always spots on. Why can't she bring this talent to lottery?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Horoscope - Today, September 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;You may find that your emotions are difficult to deal with, gina, especially later on in the day. Consider taking a more intellectual approach instead of an emotional one. Your feelings are apt to lead you into a drastic mood swing, from one side of the spectrum to the other, while the thing you really need right now - especially tonight - is balance. Tie up any loose ends to maintain more of equilibrium in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says, I seems to be hollow and emo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1231377531373828214-7754885445730048816?l=chimestimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7754885445730048816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1231377531373828214&amp;postID=7754885445730048816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7754885445730048816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1231377531373828214/posts/default/7754885445730048816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chimestimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bingo-mummy.html' title='BINGO 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>chimestimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566082536159327898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GD6AnwLUxUI/SL7YO9bPwxI/AAAAAAAAAec/Zu9LRBU-94E/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
