<?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-651588490353409439</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:54:20.832+08:00</updated><category term='coincidental'/><title type='text'>Tranquility Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6628576010923238785</id><published>2009-04-11T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:24:55.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Switched to livejournal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peirongchia.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://peirongchia.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6628576010923238785?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6628576010923238785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6628576010923238785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6628576010923238785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6628576010923238785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/04/switched-to-lvejournal-httppeirongchia.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1473534444062436521</id><published>2009-04-04T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:54:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lots of things to share but somehow i just feel parts of it are not 'convenient' to share it here. Perhaps its time for me to have a switch to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work is just boring. Initially, i'm still engrossed, enthusiastic of finishing tasks that are passed to me. However, it seems like i have burnt lots of data for my supervisor. He have nothing for me to do, and hello, 5 weeks had past. I have another 2 more weeks to survive through. Can you imagine myself sourcing for work to do? I'm just so freaking bored at work! This office job certainly dont suits me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about my boss- unpredictable. I can never guess how he's feeling for the day. He may seems really nice for a minute and in another minute chiding us! It's faster than flipping a page of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of grumbling, he brought us- the 5 of us to Tuas. I know its kuku, but i never been to there before! We went to this clubhouse at Raffles Marina. I love the environment there, the sea, the scenery. It's beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1473534444062436521?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1473534444062436521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1473534444062436521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1473534444062436521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1473534444062436521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-lots-of-things-to-share-but.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4509717766641720758</id><published>2009-03-22T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:58:11.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm left with 4 weeks of attachment. Practically, i didnt catch a glimpse of my supervisor (boss) at all. He was away to penang. And the same old routine continued- endless typing of data to microsoft excel. It's really boring! I guessed i'm stuck doing that for the the rest of my attachment even though he stated that he will bring us out for 'site viewing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i really wondered what will his reaction be after speaking those words to my friend? Hm... shall not go into details to it till he broke his silence. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4509717766641720758?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4509717766641720758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4509717766641720758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4509717766641720758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4509717766641720758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-left-with-4-weeks-of-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5359976840815299611</id><published>2009-03-14T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:37:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Approximately, 1 more month to go! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing the same old stuff. Microsoft Excel... There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; any much changes to my job duties. Updating of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;datas&lt;/span&gt;, checking of errors. There are times whereby i feel like sleeping after my lunch hour. Even though we could 'secretly' browse website to play games, online shopping, blogs etc, but wont you get tired by the same old things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/14032009014.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up at 730am every day, my eyes never fail to leave the sight of this scene. Look at how gorgeous the sky is, the serenity of the environment. I guess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too 'busy' in the past to realise these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/13032009011.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So, 1 of my job scope is to record the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caveat&lt;/span&gt; code and owner identity. Look at this stack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caveat&lt;/span&gt; that was passed to me yesterday. Its about 1500 pages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/13032009012.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, by the way. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; only 1 sets but 2 sets of caveat. Total about 3000 pages. And guess what my boss said? This can last you about 2-3 days. I think i need more! About 4-5 days. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;figures&lt;/span&gt; have to be exact and the spelling of the owners' name. One word- STRESSFUL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I yearn to have a long sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really depriving of sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5359976840815299611?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5359976840815299611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5359976840815299611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5359976840815299611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5359976840815299611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/03/approximately-1-more-month-to-go-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5521186317030707405</id><published>2009-03-08T22:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:30:54.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm done with a week of attachment. Yes, 6 more weeks to endure with. I feel really shag, its just a day of break i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; for the entire week. Will i feel better in the upcoming period? I hope so, i seriously do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4441334e6a59334d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Work" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4441334e6a59334d673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; any need for formal wear but we have to wear our shoes on. Which means- no slipper. But how could we bear with those sweat in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foots&lt;/span&gt;. Thus, nearly all of us (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attachees&lt;/span&gt;) removed our shoes and walked bare-footed in the office. Fret not, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carpeted&lt;/span&gt; (: I'm leading a no-life style. I worked nearly for the entire week and i have really no mood to go out on sunday. I simply needed to RESt! I'm feeling relly tired...&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/651588490353409439-5521186317030707405?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5521186317030707405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5521186317030707405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5521186317030707405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5521186317030707405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done-with-week-of-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3504383557344550251</id><published>2009-03-03T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:37:56.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okie, i did mention that i would only blog once a week, but i cant stand it any longer!! Not because of the urge to blog but because i got hell lots to grumble. Yes, about ATTACHMENT! Let's see my scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekday- 9am-6pm (including 1 hour of lunch break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- 9am to 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum up: 44 hours per week (paid only $110)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that this job affect my eyesight. Ahaha, dont be surprised if you see me in glasses. The reasons are due to facing the screen for long hours, pages of spec sheets and keying in of data. Sometime, i do see blurry images. It makes me really wondered- is it becase i'm too sleepy? Or is it because my eyes got too strain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down for attachment to end- another 40 days! And i'm dying as like other of my close friends. Who's the one telling me that attachment ends in a blink of eye? O' please, to pass 5 minutes in office feels like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need blessing to pass this attachment through. I'm not going to work any overtime because no one dares to leave before the boss. I shall packed my stuffs at about 6 05 to 610 and LEAVE! Yes, peirong should lead the other 4 attachees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, the boss isnt that bad. He is just asking for perfection in work- everying have to be in order and correct. Anything that one is unsure have to ask him, or else... But, i'm just feel lethargic, Yes on the first day of work i already had this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i took cab to work at about 750, thinking that work starts at 830 as stated. The cabbie do not know the way to Alexcier Building and he passed me a street directory seeking for my help to check. I do managed to locate the building but he stopped me at SIS building. Not wanting to waste any money, i stopped there and walked in myself. I only came to know that work starts at 9 am when i called the boss. What the hell, i actually woke up at 6 30 on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agrh... seriously, this isnt my cup of tea. Do i really make a right choice by choosing this course? I'm feeling really perplexed!&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/651588490353409439-3504383557344550251?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3504383557344550251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3504383557344550251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3504383557344550251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3504383557344550251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/03/okie-i-did-mention-that-i-would-only.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7629565243834564135</id><published>2009-03-01T18:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:53:56.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;School's out!!! Sadly, not for me. I havent get a chance to enjoy my well-deserved break yet would be posted to attachment tomorrow. Guess, i would be dragging my feets along early at 8 sharp. Thats early for me, when lesson starts at 8, i would only reached at about 8 45. Bad enough right? Yea, even though my school is just next to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a huge relief that i managed to conquer all my modules. Some are not exactly easy, those are tough nuts to crack. I wont be expecting much for this term, just hoping that it wont pull down my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/200220091578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Okie, I know that this is very blur but thats the best i can do, during the second last paper, zoe, beesan and I headed to JP to have our dinner. JP sure serves lots of foodies, now i know that there is a place near to my house for which i could settle for a proper meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/rongnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thats our chalet on thursday. A gathering for us before we part to different class. Some parts are sure worth for us to reminisce. But i truthfully hope the best for everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2662819_121266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, the ancients met up for lunch at Goodwood Park hotel. It's weird using the term ancients but i'm lazy to identify each of them. We had the tea-time buffet, they didnt serve a wide range of variety but we ate our fill. Something to recommend, their laksa and cakes are succulent. I heard that they serve delicious durian puffs too. But i'm too full to have another bite. So, let's just say next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, i hate it to beg (not say beg, lets say seek others' help) to print stuff when your printer gone berserk. It's like will you ask someone who you didnt spoke for long and sought for their help. Definitely, 2 words came in their mind- ulterior motive. I didnt speak to anyone that i'm not close with for their help cause i really hated that feeling. So, whats about helping to print a piece of a paper? Anyway, I just realise that one of my wire came out and the other wire was not closely attached to my printer and that cause it to went crazy. I'm grateful that its functioning properly now if not, i cant imagine what will happen if i didnt manage to print my intro letter to company tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/270220091737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess, i will blog only once a week from now one. So, bye folks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7629565243834564135?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7629565243834564135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7629565243834564135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7629565243834564135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7629565243834564135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/03/schools-out-sadly-not-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7214767205352806419</id><published>2009-02-06T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:53:27.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh my god! Attachment result is out and i'm like posted to Promind. I have no idea where is it except i know that it is located at alexandra road. hm... 440 per month and work starts at 8 30. &lt;/p&gt;Anyway, we have an early birthday celebration for sokgin yesterday as my tests and exams are starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/050220091328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gin's pre celebration at pasta cafe (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We headed to catch a movie at cine - Brides war. That isnt too bad. Sokgin, hope you like the present that kailin and i gave to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060220091398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school, not all the things turn out well but i guess it will be better when the new term starts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/050220091363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i'm going to be away from blog for quite some time. Lets just see how things turn out in a couple of weeks then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7214767205352806419?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7214767205352806419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7214767205352806419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7214767205352806419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7214767205352806419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god-attachment-result-is-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6436258269033665775</id><published>2009-01-31T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:43:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a new year it has been! In a week time, it's the arrival of test and exam! Damn! I not prepared for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a class gathering on Wednesday at teck's house. We went to get food for bbq at giant before taking a bus to his house. The weather is terrible! Its freaking hot. So, the game started rolling- mahjong and cards session. I was playing blackjack at first but was pulled over to mahjong as that tempted me more! However, i gave shiyun a dollar to play and she won nearly 10 bucks. So, i split half of the money with her and shiyun continued playing on her own. And guess what? She lost the money that she won! See, shiyun, lady luck only comes to you when we shared. ahahah.. Oh yea, and for mahjong session, i only won a few bucks. Then i switched over to the card session to play in between. Yes, the nerve-wreaking game. Overall, i won a grand total of about 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ session next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC00402.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Teck's house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280120091234.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute doggies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC00382.jpg" /&gt;Yes! I was totally caught unaware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC00392.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Threesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC00417.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls! Gosh! I looked so black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC00436.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That is candid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Havent got the group photo on hand yet. I'll post it soon when i get hold of it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everything goes off well, just that when shiyun, zoe, beesan and i were about to go home we met this mentally unsound cabbie. He actually expected us to greet him Happy New Year claiming that our lecturers were lousy as they didnt teach us that. Whats more? If i remembered correctly, he actually said that we were all stupid just like his daughter who is studying phd i guess only after 7 years of school. What the? Then what about the cabbie himself? If what he mentioned was real, i think his daughter attained of much achievement that what he is now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6436258269033665775?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6436258269033665775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6436258269033665775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6436258269033665775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6436258269033665775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-new-year-it-has-been-in-week-time.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4336819569879300508</id><published>2009-01-26T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:30:23.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old routine that we did without fail- playing poker card, visiting grandma's place. Somehow, i just feel so tired. Oh well, I know of this new game- in between. I swear it will makes ones heart pump ferociously every time it's your turn to make a decision. Can you imagine that u bet 10 buck and u loses double of it? Whats more? The last round we had about 105 bucks on the bed if you loses, you have to pay either once or twice the bet. Fortunately, i managed to secure about 30 bucks in the end. What a relief that was (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/250120091183-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/250120091185-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad, he looked so haggard in this photo or is it because of my lousy phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/250120091203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/250120091208-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it so pathetic that you dont even know your cousin's name? I admit, i fall in that case. I really have no idea what their real name was except for some. We only met each other once in a year which i believe will turn into none when an incident happen ( dont want to mention what incident it is as apparently it will seems as i am cursing). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a New Year that is!&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/651588490353409439-4336819569879300508?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4336819569879300508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4336819569879300508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4336819569879300508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4336819569879300508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-same-old-routine-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3970494481105758767</id><published>2009-01-18T13:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:48:03.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;School has been rather hectic for me to update a proper post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reminiscence&lt;/span&gt; of the past- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neoprints&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/Scan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are ancient photos. Taken during sec 2-3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/Scan10001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; how 'toot' we look in the past! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/Scan10006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And our most recent shoots! I just cant help but laughing to myself when i viewed through hundreds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt; that i kept. Those were the days where we can visit those machines like twice in a day, trying out those different effects that gave. I really miss those days, man! I miss wearing uniform too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3970494481105758767?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3970494481105758767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3970494481105758767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3970494481105758767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3970494481105758767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-long.html' title='It&apos;s been long!'/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-979776224108718530</id><published>2009-01-01T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:18:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Human emotion are just so perplexed or ironic. One might feel a surge of anger out of a sudden but somehow you might not be able to explain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every living creature is in fact a sort of lock, whose wards and springs presuppose special forms of key - which keys however are not born attached to the locks, but are sure to be found in the world near by as life goes on. And the locks are indifferent to any but their own keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is greatly true, dont you think so?&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/651588490353409439-979776224108718530?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/979776224108718530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=979776224108718530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/979776224108718530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/979776224108718530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-emotion-are-just-so-perplexed-or.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7080920695589579350</id><published>2008-12-31T11:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:51:33.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My hands are itching like mad! Reason? I guess its the result of suntanning. However, i have a marvellous time over there. The sight of the sea, scenery are just so captivating. Whats more! I can finally sun tan, my skin colour had became yellowish since i left secondary school. It MUST have been not being exposed to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321473_4778.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321478_6198.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bimbos, i know! But we love our flowers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321485_8280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321487_8876.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's kind of blur but i like this photo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321494_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Martini! Metropolitan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt; martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321501_3618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321509_6311.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O yes! Cafe-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt;-mar.&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="left"&gt;We headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; next to have our dinner. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sokgin&lt;/span&gt; is obviously tan while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kailin&lt;/span&gt; and I are feeling itchy. Hm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321516_8748.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;White Dog Cafe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321521_462.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;O pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/n550095780_2321525_1824.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am feeling really lethargic of school. I simply cant get enough sleep to survive me through each day. Time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; seems to be enough for me. Another 2 more months, and i will get through it. Till then, i will be grumbling about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ITP&lt;/span&gt; for sure... &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7080920695589579350?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7080920695589579350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7080920695589579350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7080920695589579350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7080920695589579350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hands-are-itching-like-mad-reason-i.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/sentosa%20vivo/th_n550095780_2321473_4778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-526427678610118270</id><published>2008-12-27T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:49:20.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A day out to town with kailin and sokgin yesterday! And it's also a day which exerted most of my leg energy. We simply walk and walk and walk. Some random photos to show: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2296855_4423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2296862_6602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2296867_8207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cam-whoring while waiting for sokgin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2296875_805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/12-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our 3-in-1 meal. Really nice photo right? Credited to photographer-kailin (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/n550095780_2296869_8826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A really pretty christmas tree (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/26122008870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to sum up, i love my gorgeous hair clip that i bought (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-526427678610118270?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/526427678610118270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=526427678610118270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/526427678610118270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/526427678610118270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-out-to-town-with-kailin-and-sokgin.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4951854399844198695</id><published>2008-12-24T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:10:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to all! Not forgetting my dad too (its his birthday today). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/24122008710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo of the day- a reindeer and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;School starting real soon. The thought of it makes me feel bored as it will be not long before exam begins and then ITP. Oh my! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think i quite enjoy football match. I watched the game between Singapore and Vietnam and i swear it was nerve-wreaking. I completely ignored the presence of sokgin when she came to my house (oops!). And yes, Singapore fails to fight to the final. I thought that it might be a draw match again but who knows. On a second thought, it might not be that case too. I think i just support match played by Singapore. Hm... i really love my country? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4951854399844198695?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4951854399844198695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4951854399844198695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4951854399844198695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4951854399844198695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all-not-forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1866069841222186542</id><published>2008-12-23T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:04:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been really long since i update even though its holiday! I spent most of my time with my mum (: And i got major breakout! Yucks, cant think of any reasons for that except for something to do with hormones? Hm... a dermatologist is what i need i guess. If that still persists for another week or so, i think i should find one. &lt;/p&gt;These past 2 weeks, i have been clearing my wardrobe; basically my entire room. Didnt realise that i have that much rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/13122008567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Clothes that NEVER stay neat in my wardrobe, this batch excludes those hanging on my wardrobe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/19012008243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at those things i stuff inside, hm... i found unwrap presents too.. oops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/22122008628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hm... i done facial at FIL yesterday. They really have a great deal, first trial about 30 bucks. Then if you sign a package of 18 sessions, it only cost $900 w/o gst. That is so much cheaper than the one i sign earlier at new york. One session at new york is equivalent to 2 sessions at FIL. But in the end, i still didnt sign any package at FIL. Somehow, i feel that New York is still more profession. Hm.. i shall see the result on my face, few days later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had already in mind whats my resolution for 2009. A healthy skin is one of them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1866069841222186542?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1866069841222186542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1866069841222186542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1866069841222186542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1866069841222186542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-really-long-since-i-update.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1911164766014831094</id><published>2008-12-13T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:40:23.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sokgin and I went to BBDC today to register for our basic theory test. But sadly, she did not bring along her identification card thus she cant register. Then we travelled a long ride to town. Its 45 minutes on the red line. I can fully understand those who stayed at the north and travel a long trip to school. Unknowingly, i spent hundreds plus bucks today. I just simply brought a braclet, a dress, a spag and a top for my mum. That is all it! Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/12122008558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/06122008455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still need to shop! Clutches, heels....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1911164766014831094?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1911164766014831094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1911164766014831094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1911164766014831094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1911164766014831094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/sokgin-and-i-went-to-bbdc-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8484698544320858528</id><published>2008-12-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:10:07.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last than a week of holiday and i'm broke! I have completely juiced up my pay. Hm... its okay, i will just enjoy these 3 weeks break for i will not be able to enjoy any after my semester break. I'll be suffering during that 7 weeks of attachment with a pathetic sum of pay. Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8484698544320858528?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8484698544320858528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8484698544320858528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8484698544320858528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8484698544320858528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-than-week-of-holiday-and-im-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3360416668736856696</id><published>2008-12-10T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:16.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been slacking for the past few days and it really makes me feels lazy. I simply stayed up late every night, got up in the late morning and took an afternoon nap when i'm feeling tired. I feel like a pig that just eat and sleep. Hm.. i wanna to do something during this 3 weeks break and not just slacking my days through. A job i guess is what i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new ornament: this is so not peirong but there is every reason to it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/10122008523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it's a rooster and a pig!  Mis-matched? ahahah (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3360416668736856696?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3360416668736856696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3360416668736856696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3360416668736856696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3360416668736856696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-been-slacking-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4890180888543330849</id><published>2008-12-07T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:04:57.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i did mention that i wanna to do something constructive within this 3 weeks of holiday yea? Hm.. let's see. I'm going to register for basic theory for driving, i wanna to be the 'interior designer' for my house. I feel like changing the design, layout and paint new coats of paint over it. Of course, if i wanna to do so, i will start off with my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/05122008413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hm.. okay. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that fantastic. I just want a full length mirror and replace the position of my PC with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; a small area for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relaxation&lt;/span&gt; cum study area too. It will be even fantastic if i can get rid of my old wardrobe and replace it with a walk-in wardrobe. Damn i should suggest it to my mum earlier, i already had that concept in mind years back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/05122008412.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you know, i cant colour thus with the help of this software- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tardar&lt;/span&gt;! (even though its still a poor coloring skills) That will be roughly what i want it to look like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i cant still make up my mind for the choice i had to choose. One is of better prospect ( but laid ahead for the year are all tough modules). The other not so better prospect ( the modules just need plain memorising). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Agrh&lt;/span&gt;.. Can anyone tell me how should i work things out? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4890180888543330849?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4890180888543330849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4890180888543330849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4890180888543330849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4890180888543330849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-did-mention-that-i-wanna-to-do_07.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-740030694110176049</id><published>2008-12-06T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:21:28.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of all the tests? They are really tedious especially BMT and Econs. Killed millions of my brain cells on that. Anyway, i had to choose between 2 options for my course- quantity surveying &amp;amp; project management or property and facilities management? Dont ask for my interest- i had none in both of them! It took me about half an hour to write down my choice and i'm still isnt sure if that is what i want ( no, i should put it in a way if that it will benefits me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantity Surveying &amp;amp; Project Management Quantity Surveying&lt;/strong&gt; is a specialized profession that deals with all matters relating to the financial and contractual aspects of a property development from inception to completion. The Quantity Surveyor, or Cost Manager, or Project Manager, works with developers, architects, engineers and contractors to provide cost and contractual advice, to control cost, forecast and financially manage a project throughout its entire duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Property and Facilities Management Property &amp;amp; Facilities Management&lt;/strong&gt; is a fast growing professional discipline concerned with the multi-disciplinary activities of integrating people, asset, environment and process to ensure functionality, to enhance lifestyle, to add value, and to optimize the physical environment and infrastructure. Facilities Management enables businesses and other organizations to carry out their main functions efficiently through space planning, asset management, event management, maintenance, administration and contract management. Students would be equipped with knowledge in financial planning and budgetary control, negotiation, space and asset management besides the technological skills necessary for the very challenging and diverse role of a facilities manager. In addition, students will be trained in estate agency and marketing, land use &amp;amp; planning, economics and valuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! My head is getting bigger. If i want to make changes to it, i can still amend it by monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! On the surface, this week i should be mugging- PURELY MUGGING! However, i still cant resist the urge of online shopping. Bought lots of stuffs this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/30112008383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fully utilise this 3 weeks of holidays. There are lots of stuffs i wanna to do! And i'm suffering from major breakouts and blemishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-740030694110176049?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/740030694110176049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=740030694110176049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/740030694110176049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/740030694110176049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finally-back-from-tests-summary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1110515800718521755</id><published>2008-11-24T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:09:32.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just plain lazy! Test in about a week time and i do not even have the mood to study! Whats worst, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; learning for some- Building Services especially. And economics, i just cant get some concept. Take a look at my test time table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building Services II- 1/12 (its gonna be a killer!)&lt;br /&gt;Structure- 2/12 (Pythagoras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theron&lt;/span&gt;, simultaneous and some physic related stuffs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MBW&lt;/span&gt;- 3/12 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still quite blur!)&lt;br /&gt;Building Maintenance Technology- 4/12 (Memorising work that needs to be done.)&lt;br /&gt;Economics- 5/12 (Shucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Anyway, my dad has been asking me to take up driving lesson. I might be registering after my test? However, i have got this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; that i wont pass on my first try! Oh my! Just bless me through my tests. I need that badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1110515800718521755?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1110515800718521755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1110515800718521755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1110515800718521755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1110515800718521755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-plain-lazy-test-in-about-week.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-170205541995508260</id><published>2008-11-22T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:27:13.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite some time since i place any update. Sometimes, i'm just tired hearing and seeing some stuffs. I shant go into further elaboration on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay a visit at Mrs Ong's house today along with julia and sokgin. Her baby is really cute- she has thick hair and she looks really adorable (even when she yawns!) We forgotten to took a photo with her but never mind, we are going to visit the baby again during December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/18112008247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a tired school term for me regardless of the modules i'm learning or some other nonsensical stuffs that i have to face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-170205541995508260?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/170205541995508260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=170205541995508260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/170205541995508260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/170205541995508260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-quite-some-time-since-i-place-any.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3258214139579032160</id><published>2008-11-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:19:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's lots of stuffs happened the last week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Information&lt;/span&gt; that i heard certainly made me feel ironic. Hello, are you that free to create those stuffs? You are no longer a kid anymore, wake up man! So peeps, moral of this story is, please open your eyes and tear off the mask of the fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3258214139579032160?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3258214139579032160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3258214139579032160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3258214139579032160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3258214139579032160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-lots-of-stuffs-happened-last.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1883729279379872290</id><published>2008-11-11T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:05:12.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the revival of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pythagoras&lt;/span&gt; Theron and simultaneous equation! Maths yet again! Thats not all! Moment- Physic. I like neither of those. Shucks! In less than 3 weeks, its gonna be test week again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1883729279379872290?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1883729279379872290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1883729279379872290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1883729279379872290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1883729279379872290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-revival-of-pythagoras-theron-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-2633335457406829753</id><published>2008-11-09T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:29:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow, i think i should sort out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mentality&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-2633335457406829753?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/2633335457406829753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=2633335457406829753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2633335457406829753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2633335457406829753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/11/somehow-i-should-sort-up-my-mentality.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3387981402876758327</id><published>2008-10-29T18:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:14:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finished tutorial early today thus school ended 11pm for most of my class peeps! I then went to NUH with my mum to have her eye checkup- she complained of seeing black spots and blurish images. It was a hell long wait! What can i expect? Its a government hospital. My mum went to her eye test then we waited for an hour to see a doctor to have another check up then we waited for a while and her a reflection test, after that we waited for ages to see another doctor to have another check again! Conclusion for those test- She just have lao hua yan. The doctor said that our eyes are like a camera, we have a function to zoom into things but as ones gets older, this function become poorer. Thus, its normal to see blur images! A 4 whole hours for that! What she can do now is just to go to any optical shop to get her spectacle. What a wait that was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something hilarious to share too! After the last doctor gave my mum a note, i thought we could just leave like that. Yes, without paying a single cent. Ahaha... its just that the whole system in the hospital makes me confused. In the end, we did pay for the consultation fees of course (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A short review of the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday- i was working at taka but i met up with sokgin after work as she had the urge of eating steamboat at Bugis. The queue was long and we waited for quite some time to secure a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/26102008009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pot of tom yam (which sokgin love) and ma la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I met up with her again but we just went to holland v to have a cup of drink at essential brew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance of tea ( preloved by kailin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/27102008020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;School makes me feel really tired. Just the thought of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3387981402876758327?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3387981402876758327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3387981402876758327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3387981402876758327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3387981402876758327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/finished-tutorial-early-today-thus.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3613718763665237070</id><published>2008-10-27T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:00:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel that certain things are predestined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the course i am in right now. I'm totally clueless on what should i apply for after my Os. I did take into consideration to get into JC but eventually drop that idea. Unlike some, i fill in the 12 choices that i want to apply for but i cant get into any even with a L1R4 of 15. Right then, i was panic and desperate to get into any course thus i randomly select my 3 appeal choices. My first choice-DPFM, second choice-Nursing in Np and last choice i cant remember i think its a course in NYP? Sokgin thought that i would get into nursing and accompany her but who knows i get into the course i am at now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/25102008002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this sight! The construction of HDB flat, its facing directly opposite my house. Coincidence that might be what you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might think that certain things are mere coincidence. But at times, on a second thought,why not think it another way- its just Fate. For me, i believe that it's my fate to get into this course, fate for me to be friends with you all, fate to chance upon the person i desire to take a look ( it's not just once!) etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3613718763665237070?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3613718763665237070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3613718763665237070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3613718763665237070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3613718763665237070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-feel-that-certain-things.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-473222127596506961</id><published>2008-10-24T22:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:30:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd week of school and its over! Soon you will hear me complaining about studying for tests and etc. No knowledge has been gained at all so far-Havent been paying much attention in class for the past weeks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of us have been cam-whoring during MBW class and that includes me as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/Photo0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zoe and me ( with lao fuzi and da fan shu behind!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We received a pizza treat from teckhwa after he was awarded 100 bucks for being the class rep and boon as well. Yes, we ate those stuffs on the stage as the seats were wet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC02292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC02295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC02351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After our CT practical! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/241020082318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Liu Shiyun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-473222127596506961?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/473222127596506961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=473222127596506961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/473222127596506961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/473222127596506961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd-week-of-school-and-its-over-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3301173366199247437</id><published>2008-10-17T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:21:33.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These 5 days of school really flies! However, i really hate my timetable. Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday- starts at 900&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday- starts at 830&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday- starts at 800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- starts at 230&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- starts at 800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leasons&lt;/span&gt; do not end early! Furthermore, i kinda of not like the modules &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; taking this semester. Just hope that i could pull through this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kailin&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, i skipped school; i know its a brand new semester but lesson starts at 230, who would have the mood to go to school at that timing? We met up at town. A FULFILLING day indeed! We ate baked rice at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Swensens&lt;/span&gt; for lunch, macrons at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/span&gt; for tea break, gourmet pies and iced latte at secret recipe for dinner. Satisfying! I realised something- there is nothing to shop during this season: its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-fall season and the clothes are like.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/2d87c418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's just the typical us at the ladies (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/18a5165b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are into caps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/94d0d9d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll meet up again after your As, girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3301173366199247437?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3301173366199247437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3301173366199247437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3301173366199247437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3301173366199247437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-5-days-of-school-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-2181650607367989013</id><published>2008-10-08T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:37:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is reopening in 5 days time. Let see what have i done during this holidays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two weeks- i was resting at home ( had suffered a loss of millions of brain cells ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third week- two days of work (thats it) just you think i was lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth and Fifth week- i worked 10 days straight and was only given a day rest on my birthday. hardcore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth week- out with mum most of the times and i would be working tomorrow and saturday (yet again). And not forgetting friday and sunday would be out for shopping spree (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my watch- i think i should put it in this way: i randomly select a watch cause i need one desperately. Without a watch, i would feel empty on my left hand and there are times where i looked at my wrist, only then i realised that i dont have anything on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, its Fossil watch yet again !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-2181650607367989013?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/2181650607367989013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=2181650607367989013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2181650607367989013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2181650607367989013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-is-reopening-in-5-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3227627008756686352</id><published>2008-10-07T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:14:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turned nineteen on 3rd October, this brings me a step closer to the world of twenties. I cant believe time actually flies. So imagine when i'm in that world what would life be like for me? Work, marriage.. ? Life is really carefree at this stage, being a student, i dont have to worry about money, family matters (to an extent) etc... I realised that i take things for granted. Ok, i wont mention those stuffs here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all those who wishes me on my birthday- the ancients, schoolmates, work colleagues, fairsians. Thanks for the gifts i receive too, i appreciate it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short recap on what happened on that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the day, i was out with my mum and brother and we had lunch at JP. My mum wanted to get me a watch for my birthday but we couldnt find anything now over there. Then, i went out with sokgin and kailin. We just simply couldnt decide where to have our dinner, in the end, we randomly chose Swensen. Love the chilli fish pasta, its HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to cine to have fish therapy at Fabulous Ten. We were conned by what we saw on TV. The fishes appear to be small but when we went there they were at least 1-2 inches big. Brave sokgin placed her foots in first and then followed by kailin but kailin pulled her legs away in no time. Last but not least, i placed my stinky foots in. Same reaction as kailin- DISGUSTING! So sokgin and I were the only one who survived through the 10 minutes session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, we went to Paragon- Bakerzin. Kailin and I ordered the same desert- Sweet Pleasure. And indeed it was really SWEET. We had to glup down cups of water and i couldnt even managed to finish that off. I dont have such a sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/1_942984175l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks girl, i do enjoy the night with you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3227627008756686352?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3227627008756686352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3227627008756686352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3227627008756686352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3227627008756686352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/10/turned-nineteen-on-3rd-october-this.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5703710358367117385</id><published>2008-09-21T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:55:41.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just attended my grandfather's birthday celebration. My mum mentioned that it's a NEED to do so, as by celebrating his 79th-80th birthday, this will prolong his lifespan? I never heard of this before! However, i would choose to believe in this myth. Who do not wish for their kins to stay in this world? Everyone does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weather condition are torturing, its freaking hot! I'm perspiring profusely even when i tied my hair in the loo, i cant believe it! And it's even worst at my grandparent's place, as the house is facing the sun ( xi zhao thats what they said). I do really hope for a cooler weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mini-gathering is really great. Relatives sitting together enjoying the succulent food and red wine (: It feel really warmth- inside my heart and of course my body too ( ahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy birthday, Ah Gong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Without my dad cause he was sleeping ( bushed after his entertainment, ahaha..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fond memories that deserved to be kept. On a random note, my grandparents told me that i became rounder, on my FACE! I badly want to slim that down but its so hard, fats please grow on other parts of my body! ahaha (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5703710358367117385?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5703710358367117385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5703710358367117385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5703710358367117385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5703710358367117385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-attended-my-grandfathers-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5060899798957003929</id><published>2008-09-17T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:27:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been updating this blog even though i spend most of my time at home. I'm bored staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my family went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; ( yes, yet again!) for the celebration of my parents 21st wedding anniversary on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. Food really sucks, fillet was char, veggie was too salty, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; seems to be any food that appeal to me except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/120920081908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cakes! I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want to get a camera real soon, i hate the blur images that are taken with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. However, what i really desire for is a hair cut, frizzes sticking out and i really hate my flat hair! But i could only have one the earliest during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; cause my fringe is still so short after i had a haircut at REDS on March. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5060899798957003929?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5060899798957003929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5060899798957003929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5060899798957003929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5060899798957003929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-havent-been-updating-this-blog-even.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6547748008326972598</id><published>2008-09-13T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:10:45.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through the newspaper today and i saw this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/120920081904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They should have place this seat belt sooner, at least 5 years ago. I had a really embarrassing experience on that. Took a bus to school (holding school at commonwealth). Actually, i wasnt seated on the center of the seat, i had no idea what make me change my seat ( i was only a bus stop away from my destination). Suddenly, the bus braked and 'thud'- i fell right down on my face. Could you imagine how embarrass i was, i didnt even pick up my water bottle that was on the floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about this, it really give me a good laugh. I should have place my bag on my lap instead of carrying it on my back and sat down. What an experience that was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6547748008326972598?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6547748008326972598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6547748008326972598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6547748008326972598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6547748008326972598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-just-browsing-through-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3877226259449237508</id><published>2008-09-08T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:06:52.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was Bee San's birthday celebration. Met up with shiyun and valerie at Chua Chu Kang MRT. Speaking about this, shiyun and I were unaware that there is a link between MRT and LRT station. Thus we wasted our fare, but we did ask this guy and he told us to tap our card out. Which is.. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Shiyun, Valerie, Crystal and I were the early birds, we were the first group to arrive there. Reminiscence the days of cartoons? Thats what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496774915554354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SMSkiRm_fDI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_7UAXpzApI/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Really nice polariod we took right? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3877226259449237508?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3877226259449237508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3877226259449237508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3877226259449237508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3877226259449237508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-bee-sans-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SMSkiRm_fDI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_7UAXpzApI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6442681448915738573</id><published>2008-09-07T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:04:18.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Out with the clique on friday to celebrate Julia's belated birthday. Met up with kailin first at town. We do enjoy the almond butter cake with caramel, it tasted so good! (: And kailin, we do share the same sentiments in certain things ( perhaps is because we are born not more than 12 hours apart?) ahaha, I do enjoy juicy stuffs we shared (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/missyeokl/050908%20bugis%20with%20clique/e67b713a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/missyeokl/050908%20bugis%20with%20clique/9d245707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had dinner at fish&amp;amp;co, loved the newyork fish&amp;amp;chips just that the fish was far too oily and i have this unbearable ulcer with me for the past few days. Wish that it will heal faster man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/missyeokl/050908%20bugis%20with%20clique/9173808e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, julia! Hope you like my gift (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/missyeokl/050908%20bugis%20with%20clique/98b6976c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And photo said it all (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6442681448915738573?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6442681448915738573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6442681448915738573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6442681448915738573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6442681448915738573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-with-clique-on-friday-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/missyeokl/050908%20bugis%20with%20clique/th_e67b713a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5976887559361472377</id><published>2008-09-03T01:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:08:21.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just the beginning of holidays and i feel really bored. Yes, bored staying at home. Cant believe right? I love staying at home when i was young, just watching TV programmes are enough to pass a day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; me! However, right now, i rather work than stay at home, it just make my day pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right decision? Somehow i feel that maturity is an important characteristic that a guy should possesses. That is enough to charm a girl. Sweet talks, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really buy that. What I believe is that actions speak louder than words, prove it by actions rather than sweet talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5976887559361472377?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5976887559361472377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5976887559361472377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5976887559361472377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5976887559361472377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-just-beginning-of-holidays-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8317289334269550693</id><published>2008-08-29T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:05:11.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidental'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! Exams and tests are all over. I'm really bushed mugging and it indicates from my bad skin condition- pimples outbreak, eye bags! yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying or Memorising? Peirong memorise than study for theory. So is that the right way to do that? Some people study, i do envy them as memorising kills million of my brain cells. I dont think i will do as well for this semester, but at least i do 'study' for it. It's getting tougher and tougher, we were even tested stuffs we were not taught. So how can they expect us to know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of those grumblings. Went out with Shiyun, zoe and beesan today at marina square. We wanted to go meritius mandarin to have the lunch buffet but zoe's friend said that lunch buffet doesnt taste succulent, never mind, our next trip there is to have dinner buffet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/290820081750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Short but great trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280820081744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting this leather jacket from forever 21 but having a second thought, shoudnt i buy a black one instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8317289334269550693?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8317289334269550693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8317289334269550693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8317289334269550693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8317289334269550693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-exams-and-tests-are-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3335861482837608163</id><published>2008-08-07T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:01:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got hold of my cousin's wedding photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231710852107185250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SJrFTRtnrGI/AAAAAAAAABI/mgJGurqydRs/s320/Scan10001.BMP" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, my parents left in the midst of the dinner, so no chance of seeing them on the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231712428342116642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SJrGvBpUASI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-G2Q1ZpuELU/s320/Scan1.BMP" width="330" border="0" /&gt;Grandma with grandchildren, grandchildren husbands, great grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us as cousins, we only met once a year which is on CNY. And we hardly take any photo, things arent just like the past where we met that often. Its the time of cherish, i can say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3335861482837608163?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3335861482837608163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3335861482837608163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3335861482837608163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3335861482837608163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-finally-got-hold-of-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SJrFTRtnrGI/AAAAAAAAABI/mgJGurqydRs/s72-c/Scan10001.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1330793826816044760</id><published>2008-08-06T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:00:02.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just foolish to stay on the same spot. We have to move on, in order to keep things going. But sometime, it's just hard to let it go... If only i took that extra step, i could just know how it may ends up. Thats just a random thought of mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1330793826816044760?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1330793826816044760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1330793826816044760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1330793826816044760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1330793826816044760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-just-foolish-to-stay-on-same-spot.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4037272813317613929</id><published>2008-08-05T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:41:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since i updated this blog. Tests and exams are nearing and i still cant concentrate on my notes. There are lots of stuffs to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/050820081645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometime i'm thinking, why am i studying so hard for? Is it for my parents or is it for myself? I think people studying for the sake of paving their career, don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4037272813317613929?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4037272813317613929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4037272813317613929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4037272813317613929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4037272813317613929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8389460140778094647</id><published>2008-07-26T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:50:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, test and exam schedule is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests!&lt;br /&gt;11/8- Critical reasoning skills (argumentative essay)&lt;br /&gt;13/8- Measurement of building work&lt;br /&gt;14/8- Contract procurement&lt;br /&gt;15/8- Construction Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams!&lt;br /&gt;20/8- Accounts and Finance&lt;br /&gt;26/8- Property Maintenance Management&lt;br /&gt;28/8- Project Management 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be so dead for those papers esp; accounts and finance. I'm basically not a 'maths' person! I can even calculate a sum wrongly by adding them up. That sucks and this exam cost me 50%. I just wanna to pass that. Oh well, tests and exams aren't that easy after all. I cant wait for those to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8389460140778094647?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8389460140778094647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8389460140778094647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8389460140778094647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8389460140778094647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-test-and-exam-schedule-is-out-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6943006251894368297</id><published>2008-07-21T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:33:59.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went our with sokgin yesterday. First stop was to Far East Plaza. Nothing caught my eyes over there and thus both of us went empty handed. But we headed off to marina square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a very creative shop over there at level 2. It's a shop where it sells handmade products by polytechnic students. Accessories such a earring, braclet, necklace, ring, clothing, key chain and even laptop and camera pouches. There is bound to be something that will catch your fancy! I seemed like advertising for the shop, anyway,I bought a ring over there and its rather cheap- only $15. I bought a top from topshop too but sadly i have forgotten that there isnt forever 21 store over there, if not i could buy more clothings! And peirong finally bought a pair of flats. Yes, my shoe cabinet is filled with heels and slippers, there arent even a single pair of flat. Finally, something to pamper my skin would be a sleeping mask. A gel like mask to leave it on your face when you goes to sleep. Pretty cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/200720081535.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I actually wanted to get this kimono from ZARA. However, the length of the clothing makes me bewildered. It's too short to be a dress as claimed by sokgin and too long to be a top! If only the length of this clothing is a bit longer... I wanna to get this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/200720081539.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I just love the double image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/200720081534.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/200720081541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, beloved sokgin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6943006251894368297?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6943006251894368297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6943006251894368297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6943006251894368297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6943006251894368297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-our-with-sokgin-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-269325659793300592</id><published>2008-07-15T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:59:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suffocating with projects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Contract Procurement (finished)&lt;br /&gt;- Project Managment 1 (in the midst)&lt;br /&gt;- Critical Reasoning Skills- Maids: helpers or slaves? ( in the midst)&lt;br /&gt;- Law on employee&lt;br /&gt;- Site vist report on constrution technology and PM1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests and exams in 3 weeks time. I feel the pressure now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-269325659793300592?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/269325659793300592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=269325659793300592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/269325659793300592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/269325659793300592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/suffocating-with-projects-contract.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5183206551080574180</id><published>2008-07-10T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:37:44.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a phobia of dogs. This started because of an incident. I was chased by a dog when i was young. I kept running round the circle and that idiotic owner didnt capture his dog back but stood there to watch. How responsible or should i say nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 8 june, my family welcomed a puppy (Snowy) which was given by my mum's friend sister. I have to admit that she was adorable. But i just cant seem to get out of my phobia. I'm afraid of whether  she bite and i cant stand her licking my leg. It totally gross me out! The puppy was fascinated by every members of my family and she went exploring us. When she came to me, i screamed for help. I knew that it was bad of me to behave in this manner but i cant help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy stayed with us for 2 days and we returned her back to her owner.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: She poos everywhere as she is no toilet train&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: She cries in the night and it seems like ghost wailing&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: I restricted my movements because of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours before she returned today, she fell off from the chair to the ground. It resulted to a bone fracture and she is limping around. How are we suppose to answer to the owner? Anyway, the owner brought her to have operation and that medical fees came up to $1000. WTH! WE bought necessities for her and it cost $300. In just 2 days, we spent $1300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: My family cant rear pets. WE cant handle it well!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not only afraid of dogs but all other animals. Dont you think that you are taking care of a living things and their precious little life lies on how you treated them! I cant afford to kill them just because of reckless or negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/090720081463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SNOWY (:&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/651588490353409439-5183206551080574180?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5183206551080574180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5183206551080574180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5183206551080574180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5183206551080574180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-phobia-of-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8263362215582199586</id><published>2008-07-07T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:05:16.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/070720081447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/070720081447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agrh! I was stung in school. Whats worst is on my nose. Shiyun,zoe and bee san cant stop laughing at me! Hope it heals really soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8263362215582199586?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8263362215582199586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8263362215582199586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/agrh-i-was-stung-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4497298691037009765</id><published>2008-07-06T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:30:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out with julia and sokgin today! Shopped around in bugis and i actually went home empty-handed. Feel quite weird about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060720081425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty nice porkchop (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060720081424.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Julia having her delicious pork chop rice!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060720081427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sokgin having her succulent pork chop spaghetti with tomato base!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060720081422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Miss BB Julia! ( you are proud of that right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/060720081430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Catching up is really something that i adore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4497298691037009765?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4497298691037009765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4497298691037009765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4497298691037009765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4497298691037009765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-with-julia-and-sokgin-today-shopped.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5454330558701974912</id><published>2008-07-04T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:32:12.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In just a blink of eye, 2 weeks of school had past. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday blues? Friday is a day where one would normally look forward to? This thought had been etched in our mind but this is groundless, there isnt any research to prove that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chanced upon a research by an Australian psychologist. He conducted a survey and found out that monday isnt really a bad day that one would imagined and friday and satarday may not be the days where one feel elated about. Wedensday is the day where one is tied up with work or assignments and one will feel exceptionally lousy on that day ( this is proven!). If you feel that weekend is the days where you would gain 'freedom', think again? It actually exhaust more energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/100620081214-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/100620081217-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just look at how happy those kids are. They are easily tickled by stuffs and as one gets older, we are no longer that easy being satisfied. So wouldnt it be good not to grow up- just remain as a kid? There wouldnt be any worries and life will remain as carefree as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5454330558701974912?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5454330558701974912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5454330558701974912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5454330558701974912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5454330558701974912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-just-blink-of-eye-2-weeks-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-5363025346087811575</id><published>2008-06-27T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:17:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tests result are out!&lt;br /&gt;Account &amp;amp; Finance: 72.5&lt;br /&gt;Contract Procurement: 77&lt;br /&gt;Property Maintenance Management: 80&lt;br /&gt;Measurement of building work: 94&lt;br /&gt;Project Management: 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test result satisfactory. Account and finance result sucks and that is because secondary school did not offer POA. I think every secondary school should offer that, it is kind of essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week past really fast! It is a blink of eye. Work on saturday and sunday again. I decided not to work during school days, it is kind of stress. You see, without a proper rest for the entire week. It is just too hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what is going on with me. I actually went for a run on thursday. It made me realised that my stamina has dropped a lot. And i meant A LOT! It is just a ten minutes run and i was feeling bits of giddiness after the entire run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/250620081287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have you every wonder how beautiful the sky is? All you need is to take a halt. It refreshed my mind and i felt real wonderful! Time came to a standstill during that moment as wind was blowing onto me...&lt;br /&gt;Endless thoughts kept filling my mind and it enable me to look at things in different aspects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-5363025346087811575?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/5363025346087811575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=5363025346087811575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5363025346087811575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/5363025346087811575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/06/tests-result-are-out-account-finance-72.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8766914869657344575</id><published>2008-06-20T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:02:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with kailin and sokgin on wedensday. We planned to head to zouk but changed our mind cause we cant stand the huge crowd. We still went to club but is at arena. Pretty nice environment and its not that packed. Love the lychee martini over there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not tipsy at all after 6 glasses of wine. But i stayed awake the entire night, i cant get to sleep. Its seems like i'm conscious for the entire night even though i tried to keep my eyes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town yesterday. Initially, i am suppose to meet up with kailin to have our phone fix but i'm late. Not deliberately, of course. I had already reached the bus stop ready to catch a bus but i realised that i had forgotten to bring the warranty card. And nice sokgin, accompany me back to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bus finally arrived. However, when i tapped on the card reader using my wallet, i didnt hear any sound. Only till then, i realised that i left my ezlink card and identification card on another bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we didnt have our phone fixed cause we had to meet the boys at plaza sing already. Dinned for lunch and we caught a movie- Dont mess with zohan. That remind me that the person actually wanted to check our identification card, and i told him frankly that i didnt have any with me. So what happen? He let us in, of course he should right? Do we look like we are under 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice chat we had (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8766914869657344575?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8766914869657344575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8766914869657344575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8766914869657344575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8766914869657344575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/06/met-up-with-kailin-and-sokgin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1255871758580519278</id><published>2008-06-20T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:51:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin's wedding photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At swissotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081149.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Newly-wed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's so adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And not forgetting- a photo with him of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081155.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;His sister (which is my neice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/280520081158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My neices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I havent get hold photos of cousins reunion! Ahaha...Weird phrasing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1255871758580519278?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1255871758580519278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1255871758580519278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1255871758580519278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1255871758580519278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-cousins-wedding-photos-at-swissotel.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4524918381371173844</id><published>2008-06-10T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:02:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to vivo city today. Suppose to get a white wallet from river island but thinking how messy i can get, i decided not. Never mind, i will head to taka to get it. Had lunch at our usual place- white dog cafe. The waitress actually gave us a wrong bill and she managed to find us in the washroom and ask us back to the counter to clear the remaining bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a movie too. The movie which i want to catch with my class girls. Pretty nice movie, hilarious at certain parts and it's quite long too ( 2hr 15 mins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work starts tomorrow and i felt quite bored of it. Had lots of photos that needed to be uploaded. My cousin's wedding dinner, out with kailin and sokgin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4524918381371173844?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4524918381371173844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4524918381371173844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4524918381371173844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4524918381371173844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-vivo-city-today.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-2856923241733402735</id><published>2008-06-02T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:34:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with shiyun, beesan and zoe today. Supposed to catch sex and the city but 2 little girls are underage, in the end, we watched indiana jones. It's quite nice but boring in the beginning. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/310520081181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My underage girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/310520081186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have so much things to get but i simply cant fork out the time to do so. This holiday will be really pack: work, projects and i only left a few days to catch up with my secondary school friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-2856923241733402735?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/2856923241733402735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=2856923241733402735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2856923241733402735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/2856923241733402735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-out-with-shiyun-beesan-and-zoe.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7891262819614119781</id><published>2008-05-31T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:52:40.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mugging period is all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain cells had already been dead on the third day of the exam period and skin condition is so bad. It must be the stress that i'm facing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/240520081091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went out with shiyun and beeshan to get makeup products at marina square but i had to leave earlier cause i have a wedding dinner to attend in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206212760082662482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SEAu6-3VRFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fYuil-5p-3U/s320/DSC00226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213039255536738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SEAvLO3VRGI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q7MXzmPlbh0/s320/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedicure really do makes my day! I feel so great after that (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my cousin's wedding in the evening. Marriage is really something one should rejoice about. The couple looks so blissful and i had the urge to have my soon too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos will be uploaded when i get hold of it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7891262819614119781?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7891262819614119781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7891262819614119781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7891262819614119781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7891262819614119781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/mugging-period-is-all-over-my-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SEAu6-3VRFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fYuil-5p-3U/s72-c/DSC00226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8926839567993536224</id><published>2008-05-20T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:14:50.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is saddening to watch the news everyday to see disasters happening; the earthquake in china, bombings in India... It's painful to see all these disasters happening around us and we are really very fortunate to be safe in this little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of touching stories in China. Take for example, a mother who was on the verge of dying; lifted up her top and allows the baby to have sufficient milk to stay alive. Another example; a filial son who placed his mum in a large basket and carrys her around to run for life. Another example; a mum tried to protect her baby by sacrificing her body to support those loads. She hid a handphone in the baby and it reads: Dear baby, if you manage to stay alive, do know that mum really love you! There is a particular story that touches me. A volunteer  joined the searching team; he heard the cries of her daughter while he was hunting for signs of survival of the victims. At the same time, he spotted a group of children and he could save them easily instead of his daughter who was burried so much deeper than them. He forsaked his daughter and went to save that bunch of kids. The cries of her daughter got fader and fafer. Eventually, he heard nothing- absolute silence. He knew he had lost her daughter. Tears were flowing down his cheeks but he still continued saving the victims. Just imagine the agaony in him. He was that close to his daughter but yet he had to forsake her to save the rest. That is really noble of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disasters are devastating, it separated people from life and death. Those who passed away, died in pain and those who manage to stay alive; suffer from heart-wrenching (missing their loved one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are indeed lucky to live in a disaster-free country. I do hope that this disasters will end die really soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8926839567993536224?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8926839567993536224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8926839567993536224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8926839567993536224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8926839567993536224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-saddening-to-watch-news-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6473505996405703803</id><published>2008-05-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:34:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skipped the 9pm lecture. Anyway, the lecturer was late and i heard that it was due to the accident at PIE. I'm trying to make myself least guilty of not attending it.ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met julia and sokgin in the evening to have our dinner. We had a really great time mingling with each others. It reminds me of the days when we were in secondary. Those were the days that i missed so much and of course, with kailin too (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/13052008952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/13052008954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199885725247864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SCm0hFYF_1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/TOGAAwjvopM/s320/36746286535628l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those were the days i missed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6473505996405703803?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6473505996405703803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6473505996405703803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6473505996405703803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6473505996405703803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/skipped-9pm-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SCm0hFYF_1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/TOGAAwjvopM/s72-c/36746286535628l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-9169996691643831207</id><published>2008-05-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:56:40.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term test time table is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/5- Property Maintenance Management&lt;br /&gt;27/5- Contract Procurement&lt;br /&gt;28/5- Measurement of building work (structure)&lt;br /&gt;29/5- Project Management&lt;br /&gt;30/5- Account &amp;amp; Finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done a discussion with Zoe today for Critical Reasoning Skills. My topic was on violent gaming, i'm relieved that i'm able to answer the teacher questions. A presentation on Friday for my Gems. I have a group report on PMM which need to hand in on tuesday too. Time seems really packed for me! 7 modules? No, is 8 modules, for Construction Technology, i'm having a semester test instead of term test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-9169996691643831207?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/9169996691643831207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=9169996691643831207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/9169996691643831207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/9169996691643831207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/term-test-time-table-is-out-265.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1046686477652155806</id><published>2008-05-06T22:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:43:08.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Chia Peirong Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(what you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( I doubt so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It really takes time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( You sure?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( No, i hope i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( I need time to get warm up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i think so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i think its only happen when i'm that bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i try...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(that sounded bossy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(whats that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ( No, i get easily persuade easily by others on the other hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ( if i could solve it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ahaha..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(hm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( do I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ( i dont think so, i try to be responsible for the things i done or created)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ahaha, sound naughty to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( I think i get tired easily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( do you think so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( my future still remains bleak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( wow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i think its true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( that seems so wise of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; yea, i love to daydream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( are you saying i'm sensitive? yea, i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i love anayzing stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( yes, introvert, thats is the word i last saw on my sec 2 or 3 report book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ahaha, when my mood swings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this analysis true? Shall reveal it when i'm free (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1046686477652155806?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1046686477652155806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1046686477652155806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1046686477652155806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1046686477652155806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-4990619255833193903</id><published>2008-05-05T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:11:07.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fourth week of school, things seem to be within my control now but i have no idea whether it will still remain the same weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interesting encounter to share. I went to the ladies and was trapped inside the cubicle. Oh my!! And miss wonder leg; zoe kicked the toilet's door and saved me from misery. Actually, zoe claimed that she uses little strength but heaven knows why i cant open the door. I cant imagine myself stuck inside that foul smelly toilet. This incident is really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and project works seem to be piling, 3 more weeks to semester tests and after that i could enjoy my well-deserved term break.&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic school life i've got this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-4990619255833193903?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/4990619255833193903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=4990619255833193903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4990619255833193903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/4990619255833193903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/05/fourth-week-of-school-things-seem-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-8538184836641905226</id><published>2008-04-30T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:23:08.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling stress in my studies right now. Just merely 3 weeks in school. Indeed the choice that i made a year back was really a 'wise' one. I have completely no idea when will this put to a stop. All that i know is that i'm feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selective listener- That is who i am. I select those that i want to hear and if i have neither the mood or wish to hear, no matter how loud or how clear the conversations are, my ears will still remain shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An analogy of a balloon, the more air you pump in, the bigger it will get. However, if you pump too much air in it, the balloon will burst in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i feel like this balloon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-8538184836641905226?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/8538184836641905226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=8538184836641905226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8538184836641905226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/8538184836641905226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-feeling-stress-in-my-studies-right.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7141757895690660941</id><published>2008-04-28T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:05:01.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every Monday morning is a war between me and the sleepyhead. My eyelids turn to be really heavy during lecture, nothing seems to be able to get into my head. I should really turn in to sleep early rather than watching TV programmes (yes, i had became addicted to TV programmes). Only then, i could overcome my tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think i had became more blur (even though i am then). I could not even spot my friend who is like so near me and i got confused by stuffs really easy. So, patience, thats what you need when you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to do a site visit, actually it was not really considered a site visit, we just merely took photos at a shop house located a Dover Road. I had been staying in this area for so long and i didnt even realised that it had a history of 32 years. Wow! But, it has to close its shop by the end of next year due to the reclaiming of land. It's a rare sight to view those shop house especially those in which are linked with their shop and their house. Yes, is linked by a ladder. Shiyun,zoe and I were so amazed by that. Ahaha, sua ku? I dont think so. Due to the scorching hot weather, we decided to had our our late lunch at Broadway- air-conditioned food court ( within Dover region too). My first time trying that out. The prawn noodle, i wondered if they accidentally added 10 tablespoons of it, its really salty. Zoe and shiyun kept asking me to finish my food off if not it will be a wastage. So i soak the ingredients at a small bowl of chicken rice soup. And guess what, it taste so much better! But i still couldnt finish it off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school vacation, i wished for school to start earlier but when school reopen, i wish for school holidays to come. What do i want? I'm not really sure about it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7141757895690660941?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7141757895690660941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7141757895690660941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7141757895690660941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7141757895690660941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-monday-morning-is-war-between-me.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6022926332277472099</id><published>2008-04-26T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:34:27.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was shocked when i saw two batches of policemen yesterday. One batch was seen at the coffeeshop due to the outbreak of fire and the other, was a threatening act done by a batch of loansharks who splashed paint at my neighbour's door. I knew that it wasnt their fault at all. The previous vandalising act that they done, they actually left the address of the borrower on the wall. But, it wasnt pin-point to my neighbour, thus my neighbour decided not to pursue the matter. But who knows, they came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had past by 2 weeks of school, and its real tiring this time as compared to year 1. 7 modules and they seems interlinked with each other and that means that peirong do have to be a good student and not to skip lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/25042008775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6022926332277472099?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6022926332277472099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6022926332277472099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6022926332277472099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6022926332277472099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-shocked-when-i-saw-two-batches-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-3987343517921669547</id><published>2008-04-19T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:33:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was cancelled on Wednesday due to the absence of the teacher. Not something to be joyful about but yet, it was something worth happy about for our class: having a day off. Lessons have really been hectic this term. Most of the lessons end at 5 and things are getting more tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with lawrence and we went to a few places. First stop; holland village, it was his very first virgin trip! Next, we went to funan IT mall. Poor lawrence, he cant stand such a long bus ride. ahaha, ok, i know! No more long bus ride anymore! Then, to haji lane. Met jingying halfway, its really such a coincidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both or us walked all the way there. And because we were foreign to that place, we spent lots of time finding our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC01359.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hard time getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC01358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we had our dinner at clarity cafe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/16042008767.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice ambiance right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/DSC01363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last stop, we went to town to visit our colleagues &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/16042008769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a great time with you lawrence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just heard a news. Even though, it still hurt, i still hope the best out of it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-3987343517921669547?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/3987343517921669547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=3987343517921669547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3987343517921669547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/3987343517921669547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-was-cancelled-on-wednesday-due.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-58415612886652403</id><published>2008-04-07T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:18:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i dont really like working at shoes department cause its really boring and its strict. One incident for example, i returned late to my counter and one of the staff from the other department confronted me on that. I didnt mean it, i went late for my lunch too. Its not the first incident, there is other incident too. But i just cant be bothered to explain. Just 2 more days over there, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting really soon and i havent get most of my stuffs yet.&lt;br /&gt;Julia, he's from project superstar 1 remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need a haircut badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-58415612886652403?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/58415612886652403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=58415612886652403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/58415612886652403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/58415612886652403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-i-dont-really-like-working-at-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-7824391890121577062</id><published>2008-04-02T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:10:47.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been working for the past few days. Now i do not just have the knowledge of bed linen and jewellery boxes, i'm trained at the shoes department too. Yes, i'm running about at vivo and taka in the various department. And julia, i saw someone from PS 1, you are a fan of him in the past.&lt;br /&gt;As compared, business at shoe department were not as well as compared to the others. Not only am i have to sell my company's products, i also must help the other brands too. That's the policy over there. Time seems to crawl when i work there. Ok, enough of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i just think that fate is simply amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-7824391890121577062?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/7824391890121577062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=7824391890121577062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7824391890121577062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/7824391890121577062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-been-working-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-1630871786234853097</id><published>2008-03-24T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:02:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/R-dRZVCtpII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VJ7Ank93RPA/s1600-h/me_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181199391900148866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/R-dRZVCtpII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VJ7Ank93RPA/s320/me_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be really busy this entire week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-1630871786234853097?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/1630871786234853097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=1630871786234853097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1630871786234853097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/1630871786234853097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-be-really-busy-this-entire-week.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCkslqy6t58/R-dRZVCtpII/AAAAAAAAAAU/VJ7Ank93RPA/s72-c/me_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6972093286146176962</id><published>2008-03-20T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:44:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see what i mean... we went to sakura to have our dinner again! All thanks to my beloved brother. I wanted a seafood feast with my family members to celebrate mum's birthday. But my brother's grumbling seems to work much better. So guys, you see what i mean when i say, i would never want to have sakura with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/20032008665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice location &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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/20032008684_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/20032008689_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being insane!&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/20032008691_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And that my so beloved brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6972093286146176962?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6972093286146176962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6972093286146176962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6972093286146176962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6972093286146176962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-see-what-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-787484731117128244</id><published>2008-03-19T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:48:53.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its my mum birthday today! Decided to whip up a few dishes for her. Its really quite hectic for me as there are lots of dovetailing that i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/19032008655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/19032008655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main dish: Traditional meesuan. Side dish: Drunken prawns &amp;amp; Traditional Red Eggs. Desert: Dragonfruit cum birdnest cum gui ling gao drink. Fruit: Grapefruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month left to school reopen. Days have been really slack for me.. One part of me look forward to school reopens while the other part of me would rather have that relaxing life. I think, i'm contradicting myself again. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-787484731117128244?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/787484731117128244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=787484731117128244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/787484731117128244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/787484731117128244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-my-mum-birthday-today-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651588490353409439.post-6327906337549786742</id><published>2008-03-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:51:52.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Created a blog on my very own, it's quite an achievement for me. Yesterday, kailin, sokgin and I went to anchorpoint to have our lunch at a Hong Kong Cafe. It's quite nice, just that the food i ordered for myself, it tasted like... (ahaha... dont wanna to say it out, but sokgin, you know right?) Had my shopping trip there too, yes! Looks like i should really plan out what i wants to buy each time i go out, if not i'm going to be broke really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to the nearby stadium to run? I cant believe that i will run with kailin. It's been nearly 2 years since i ran and you can imagine how bad my stamina was. I felt really bad after the whole run. Looks like i have to train my stamina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/run2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/run2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After run- 3 rounds (1.2km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/run3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w221/peirong_89/run3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Created a blog on my very own, it's quite an achievement for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/651588490353409439-6327906337549786742?l=nebulouspast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/feeds/6327906337549786742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=651588490353409439&amp;postID=6327906337549786742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6327906337549786742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/651588490353409439/posts/default/6327906337549786742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebulouspast.blogspot.com/2008/03/created-blog-on-my-very-own-its-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>peirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15048479218092534765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PCkslqy6t58/SBB-8sdy6RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPSRfYKwCQQ/S220/07022008404.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
