<?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-386785366406935803</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:43:55.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p u r e i c y</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2497036496139151861</id><published>2011-02-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:24:05.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Blog:
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:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2497036496139151861?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2497036496139151861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2497036496139151861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2497036496139151861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2497036496139151861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-blog-pureicyx.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-228237972125228520</id><published>2010-12-31T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:18:59.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Then you whispered that﻿ you loved me... at the homecoming dance. And I felt.. so peaceful.. and safe. Because I knew that no matter what happened from that day on, nothing could ever be that bad. Because I had you."


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-17 Again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-228237972125228520?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/228237972125228520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=228237972125228520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/228237972125228520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/228237972125228520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/12/then-you-whispered-that-you-loved-me.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2952700865699863053</id><published>2010-12-20T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:21:54.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XMAS IS COMING!&lt;br&gt;
wanna take a break from everything :) &lt;br&gt;
I have Big TV at home, no to be precise in my room!&lt;br&gt;
It's mounted on the wall, and it's really fantastic as &lt;br&gt;
I can now watch movies, view stuff from my laptop on the big monitor :D &lt;br&gt;
The size of the TV is not that big actually, it's cos my room is like so small and cramped with stuff thus the TV seems overwhelming for a tiny room of mine. &lt;br&gt;
Next item would be a PS3, cool eh. My brothers and bf will love it and I can invite peeps over too. &lt;br&gt;
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Japanese class later. damn lazy to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2952700865699863053?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2952700865699863053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2952700865699863053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2952700865699863053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2952700865699863053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-is-coming-wanna-take-break-from.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5273043543745888640</id><published>2010-12-16T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:53:43.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so upset. Today, I cried and it's uncontrollable. Tears just kept flowing. And just when you need someone to be there, it's always very disappointing. I lay down on my bed for 40 mins without doing anything. Drifted off to sleep. Woke up and once again it's empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5273043543745888640?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5273043543745888640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5273043543745888640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5273043543745888640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5273043543745888640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1343427617678644174</id><published>2010-12-13T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:05:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Measured my blood pressure today! Measured like 5 times. Cos it always produced different results.
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1st time: 107/80 plus
2nd time: 90/60 
3rd time: 112/80 plus
4th time: 90/69
5th time: 102/84

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She took the last reading. It seems me and my siblings got lower blood pressure but dunno why mine fluctuates so much. 
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On a side note, I am bored max with work. It's like being in a loveless relationship, just going with the flow but not feeling it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1343427617678644174?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1343427617678644174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1343427617678644174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1343427617678644174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1343427617678644174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/12/measured-my-blood-pressure-today.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5412774875556368294</id><published>2010-11-08T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:13:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a meaningful talk with a colleague today. Although it's actually more of her relationship stuff, but I have a similar problem(It's not related to my bf.)
But I know I did the right thing. And even when I faced the occasional sarcastic comments. It's great to tell the truth. Even when it hurts. The brain is a most poisonous tool, churning out those thoughts that made me so sad. 
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I can't even give any advice as much as I want to. As I have none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5412774875556368294?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5412774875556368294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5412774875556368294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5412774875556368294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5412774875556368294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/11/had-meaningful-talk-with-colleague.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4297957376853383300</id><published>2010-10-29T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:31:59.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read about this guy who had a doll as his long term gf, could have marked him as an insane pervert (9 freaking years r/s), but in one of his 85 things about me, he stated these 2 points which I agreed with:

32. Due in part to the fact that I attended catholic school for nine years, I am now a proud atheist. I very rarely discuss my stance on christianity with people I don’t know, mainly because I’ve never met a sane and objective person who follows any one of christianity’s hundreds of sects, so we’ll leave it at that.

33. However, I will say that christianity has inspired some of the most beautiful works of art, music, and architecture in recorded history, so I suppose it’s not entirely useless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4297957376853383300?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4297957376853383300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4297957376853383300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4297957376853383300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4297957376853383300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/10/read-about-this-guy-who-had-doll-as-his.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-233389725384107855</id><published>2010-10-15T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:44:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday had lunch with my colleague and we ended up chatting quite a bit.
that's why I always think pictures are deceiving items. Everyone can be smiling happily but actually they are hurting inside? Nothing new, I supposed. But we came to this conclusion: Before a couple gets together, the guy will promise the sun, moon and star, stuff like will never make you cry, treat u the best, always make time for u.........the thrill of the chase makes this babble apparent.
Of course after getting together might be a whole different story. 
Like what she said, she felt cheated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-233389725384107855?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/233389725384107855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=233389725384107855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/233389725384107855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/233389725384107855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-had-lunch-with-my-colleague.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7262683765666410692</id><published>2010-10-14T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:30:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorr...y cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)
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This is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7262683765666410692?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7262683765666410692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7262683765666410692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7262683765666410692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7262683765666410692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/10/pencil-im-sorry-eraser-for-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8626697573643025434</id><published>2010-09-29T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:52:31.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most important criteria is patience.
Love is not an option, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8626697573643025434?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8626697573643025434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8626697573643025434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8626697573643025434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8626697573643025434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-important-criteria-is-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2980468826561892925</id><published>2010-09-29T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:22:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crying can be so exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2980468826561892925?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2980468826561892925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2980468826561892925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2980468826561892925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2980468826561892925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/crying-can-be-so-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5565902679846881573</id><published>2010-09-23T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:10:32.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started blogging like in 2003/2004 and my past entries are like crap!
Cringing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5565902679846881573?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5565902679846881573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5565902679846881573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5565902679846881573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5565902679846881573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-started-blogging-like-in-20032004-and.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1774556677919525519</id><published>2010-09-23T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:09:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love with this song, 即時生效!♥
so sweeeet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1774556677919525519?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1774556677919525519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1774556677919525519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1774556677919525519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1774556677919525519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-in-love-with-this-song-so-sweeeet.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4671401892848422244</id><published>2010-09-23T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:40:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 more days to TW!
I'm glad to be on outlook course next week for 3 days.
It just seems the week looks shorter that way.
Out of the office feels refreshing. 
Today's Thur, can't wait for Friday!
Yesterday, I received red roses from a colleague.
Damn funny! We walked back to the office holding roses in our hands. Have to look ahead to avoid looking at other people's stares. It's a nice gesture though. I love flowers. Although they are expensive and never last, they are considered overrated and impractical, I love them!
I feel like taking some time to immense myself in certain activities but I always get distracted by the things to do. Kinda frustrating at times. Now I know why people just give up their dreams and settle for whatever that comes their way. I must not be like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4671401892848422244?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4671401892848422244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4671401892848422244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4671401892848422244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4671401892848422244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-more-days-to-tw-im-glad-to-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3130988970649305698</id><published>2010-09-20T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:05:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me blog about some happy stuff. &lt;br&gt;
The Taiwan Trip!!&lt;br&gt;
I know it's crazy but it seems that I have only been to TW all my life. If we don't include M'sia and Batam. Besides TW, I would love to visit Japan, U.S.A and Paris. Ooh and Maldvies. My newest muse this year after hearing so many WOW! stuff about it. &lt;br&gt;
It will be fun, exciting to have something to look forward to.
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Gosh I just realised my hair is getting lighter.. It might be the darker shade of dye fading away or my hair is turning white! Horrors, I need to dye my hair soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3130988970649305698?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3130988970649305698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3130988970649305698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3130988970649305698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3130988970649305698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-blog-about-some-happy-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1264693944178540763</id><published>2010-09-15T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:11:26.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw a fren's FB status:&lt;br&gt;
'If u found someone that can really change you, that is love, trust me!'&lt;br&gt;
Very skeptical, as I'm sure he will go back to his old self very soon.&lt;br&gt;
However, I do think there's a ring of truth to that sentence. &lt;br&gt;
As in love can change a person, whether they are subtle or really major changes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1264693944178540763?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1264693944178540763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1264693944178540763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1264693944178540763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1264693944178540763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/saw-frens-fb-status-if-u-found-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1349108031477959764</id><published>2010-09-07T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:35:48.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been getting more active in twitter. The convenience of having an iphone around =P
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Seriously can't wait for weekend. This will be a long weekend (Fri is a PH!!) but alas why so many sickening things to do. Looking at fucked up faces and doing useless stuff. Heh. Maybe I'm lazy.. but unmotivated should be the main factor behind these unhappiness. &lt;br&gt;
Back to the topic of weekend! My relatives are coming over to stay on Fri morning/noon and leaving only on Sunday afternoon. That means everyone will be unhappy and restricted in some ways. My poor bros have to sleep in my parents' room. Imagine only ONE relative coming over, will they suggest sleeping in my room as I have a bigger bed now? Horrors. &lt;br&gt;
My bf most prob cannot come over. My mother is quite adamant as she hates them to the core, and would never want them to see the updates of our lives. &lt;br&gt;
THe problem is recently I have became somewhat of a 'homely' person. Partying seems more of a chore than fun sometimes. The trouble of preparing and prepping oneself? Maybe.. Or maybe I have matured in my thinking, but that's not really a very valid reason. It's just having fun and fun is not limited to people below the age of 20. Blog later shit
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1349108031477959764?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1349108031477959764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1349108031477959764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1349108031477959764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1349108031477959764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-getting-more-active-in.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3513137391237110545</id><published>2010-09-01T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:57:23.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People always want someone to understand them, maybe to listen and provide advice. Because the truth is everyone thinks they have the worst problems in life. That's why I say, it is better to keep to oneself to the things you strongly believe in as the words and thoughts(inner) only serves to pull you back further into the grey area or push you to hell for that matter. 
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It is very tiring to find out everything been nothing short of being disregarded as unimportant, however being assured as the priority. It's all crap talk and giving you momentarily hope so that maybe you will just shut the fuck up.
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I don't have to prove anything to anyone. Being able to do the things I like,doesn't mean I don't work hard or spend frivously without a care for anyone. The next thing I know people would like to say "yes I understand but...", going on to their own views which simply tell me just jolly well give up and be practical. You don't have to be too explicit about showing, I can feel it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I can sense others' feelings, quite well if I say. But I do not want to tell them I understand.. simply I have not been through that particular incident. But I listen. absorb, and to tell the truth I do feel pain, hurt, anger. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
damn, I really wish I can be less sensitive. I can cry at a sentence I saw, spoken and sometimes at people's happiness. But I learn to hold it in..so the urge to cry will come in one sudden rush and I just can't stop when the first tear dropped.
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Secretly, I wish I can die. I meant it when I said it. If only, that incident few years back has succeeded. It's so ironic, where I can give wonderous advice and encouragement to others but not to myself. Being increasingly unhappy is poison. Maybe, I should adjust my thinking to 'all my unhappiness towards life is unimportant'.
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Being alone is good I guess. At least I won't affect others, being treated like a fool when I care because in the end they don't believe my genuine feelings, deemed as being ignorant, navie and stupid because I think this way and I don't do politically correct stuff. Someone once told me, "Those who really appreciate me will really love me for who I am." It's so hard because initally you can accept, but they would want to change you in the end. 
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I never run away when people I love are faced with problems. But I am terribly upset when they assume I will behave that way. Or maybe I am just an useless vase, too lowly to be worthy (in other word, stupid)to understand. Likewise I get upset when faced with problems of my own, I received no support or understanding. Just being there and talking to me would be enough. Just that I might not always response. Sometimes there are too many things on my mind. But seriously my heart is melting when I felt the care and affection. I am expected to recover with immediate effect.
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From now on, I shall give whatever people wanna hear and see. I will stop complaining..maybe only to my hams at least they won't judge me. Life is never easy and I wish for the day it stopped.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3513137391237110545?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3513137391237110545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3513137391237110545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3513137391237110545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3513137391237110545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/09/people-always-want-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8327984505879858534</id><published>2010-08-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:59:10.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8327984505879858534?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8327984505879858534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8327984505879858534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8327984505879858534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8327984505879858534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-your-nearness-takes-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3930061045395981363</id><published>2010-08-26T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:15:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a tiring day. Mentally, rather than physically. &lt;br&gt;
Because I thought I can be immune to the same treatment and just let it go but I can't. &lt;br&gt;
And the same thing will continue to affect me.
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Am I so hard to please?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3930061045395981363?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3930061045395981363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3930061045395981363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3930061045395981363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3930061045395981363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesterday-was-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-837227950296558071</id><published>2010-08-25T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:47:45.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super duper hungry now, at the time of 10:26am.&lt;br&gt;
Been having stomachaches, that concurrently comes and goes.&lt;br&gt;
maybe I should start watching on my diet. And to think I want to be dietician. That is one of my few dreams that I have. &lt;br&gt; Sadly, why didn't I enforce my wants in the past? Studying business is just something available, and general, the kind of do-not-have-to-think-much kinda course. What's more with my pending transfer, I couldn't demand more. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Later I am watching 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' :) think it's gonna be a suspenseful movie, damn cool =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-837227950296558071?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/837227950296558071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=837227950296558071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/837227950296558071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/837227950296558071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-super-duper-hungry-now-at-time-of.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-309863038831529938</id><published>2010-08-11T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:15:28.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I really hate?
&lt;br&gt;people I care and love being friends with those I hate.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-309863038831529938?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/309863038831529938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=309863038831529938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/309863038831529938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/309863038831529938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-what-i-really-hate-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1888730702528616697</id><published>2010-08-11T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:31:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna close my eyes and fall asleep cos I miss you baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1888730702528616697?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1888730702528616697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1888730702528616697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1888730702528616697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1888730702528616697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-wanna-close-my-eyes-and-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3217876192164920244</id><published>2010-07-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:31:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid duck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3217876192164920244?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3217876192164920244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3217876192164920244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3217876192164920244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3217876192164920244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/07/stupid-duck.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1811040837328560383</id><published>2010-06-24T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:35:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my arms are sore! Been packing folders for the sec students since morning. Took my own sweet time since this is like a last minute request from my colleague this morning. always kena this kind of thing. &lt;br&gt;
tml! everyone will be on leave, nearly everyone, so I must 'hold the fort'. The preferred words used here.
anyway i wanna blog about a story i had read somewhere. details would be slightly hazy but the gist is there.&lt;br&gt;
This is the day I met Biscuit. It wouldn't be convenient to reveal his name here but this is the endearing name that I had used for him. &lt;br&gt;
I went to a bookstore with the intention of looking for a fiction book, something to read to pass a lazy weekend afternoon.&lt;br&gt;
And then I see him, in a casual white shirt, slightly rumpled, a bit smug around the chest, sleeves rolled, and blue jeans.&lt;br&gt;

I was standing around the newspaper/magazines corner, and subtlely checked if he had a ring, and also whether he was reading a pervy magazine..haha.&lt;br&gt;

We made friendly eye contact and began chatting. It was casual yet I felt enthralled to continue the conversation. And then, I found myself sitting in a cafe and chatted some more. He told me stories about his travels and also his experiences of life he faced in those places. I, on the other hand, gave some funny accounts that I could think of, igniting his burst of laughter which was warm and accomodating.
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Then, he excused himself, quite abruptly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1811040837328560383?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1811040837328560383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1811040837328560383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1811040837328560383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1811040837328560383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-arms-are-sore-been-packing-folders.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1281252028222166562</id><published>2010-06-23T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:14:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCHP6urAzUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_KkIDKrBs0/s1600/Lucerne_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCHP6urAzUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_KkIDKrBs0/s320/Lucerne_flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485894428981775682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Today's weather is really cold! Rain and rain with lightning bolts! &lt;br&gt;
level of motivation is low. stagnant really, for quite some time with alternating emotions. &lt;br?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1281252028222166562?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1281252028222166562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1281252028222166562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1281252028222166562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1281252028222166562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/todays-weather-is-really-cold-rain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCHP6urAzUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_KkIDKrBs0/s72-c/Lucerne_flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3491886828095727462</id><published>2010-06-22T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:32:23.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCBjQgAedcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QWCiCun12rE/s1600/35894_402108588196_609223196_4336518_7531771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCBjQgAedcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QWCiCun12rE/s320/35894_402108588196_609223196_4336518_7531771_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485493481258251714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


Just funny pic i got from FB. Lol, and that stuff is not chocolates isn'it?
:S &lt;br&gt;
And this reminds me of my cousin's blog! About her faci teaching 'sales mangement module'. The story goes where he first took out a banana and asked the class to sell that darn thing.Don't you think this is weird? I mean he could have chosen an apple or orange, at least a common fruit which won't cause turmoil in class. Anyway I can accept that. Cos it gets worse. He then asked the class what do they wan to sell. After seeing the fruit, of cos the class shouted, 'condoms!' And they were spot on. He really took out one, my god. Is he teaching sex ed? or maybe the school is initating some sex ed elements in their teaching materials. oh well. I shouldn't judge, maybe it is essential to use that as an example in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3491886828095727462?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3491886828095727462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3491886828095727462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3491886828095727462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3491886828095727462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-funny-pic-i-got-from-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TCBjQgAedcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QWCiCun12rE/s72-c/35894_402108588196_609223196_4336518_7531771_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5538744067930671770</id><published>2010-06-14T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:31:27.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TBX23E1HbWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dU6Btgo50_s/s1600/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TBX23E1HbWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dU6Btgo50_s/s320/clover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482559547443211618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
suddenly feel like blogging, with no really strong reasons to do so. as you can see, I normally blogged when there's unpleasant stuff.
however, I do have some nagging stuff at the back of my mind which are not convenient to be blogged out in public. what can I do to get this irritant/eye sore/SOB out of my mind/life?
It’s something I have to deal with. Fast. 
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Things that happened since I lat blogged(surprisingly it’s only been slightly more than a week): Thought of buying a lappie but decided to do it later this year. IF I got the financial means, I mean I wanna go for overseas trips, and buy a couple of furniture and take up some lessons.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5538744067930671770?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5538744067930671770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5538744067930671770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5538744067930671770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5538744067930671770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/suddenly-feel-like-blogging-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/TBX23E1HbWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dU6Btgo50_s/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-393594762639883776</id><published>2010-06-03T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:17:05.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll never be the sameee.
Can't stop hearing this in my head.
damn catchy lyric.
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this week passes quite fast. an event(quite major) ended and went quite well. The attendance was the highest for the time being compared to other schools. :D Saw the embarrassing video too, I nearly tripped over while going to the stage to help lisa, asking ss to reduce her presentation time. &lt;br&gt;
Not much food was wasted too. Thanks to someone who took..well ten over boxes home.
 -.-&lt;br&gt;
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The next day after the event, I am on course for MS Word. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The class is very small, less than 15. But alas I loved coming in late and going off early. It is very nice to sleep in during lessons too cos the room is so cold and the lecturer(indian) has a voice that can lure me to sleep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Of course, one can't have much of a good thing and I am bombarded by work by my boss consistently. which kinda prevent me to avtually pay attention to class. Sux, as my test will be tomorrow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
yesterday I went to xl's house, you know to catch up and stuff. I brought puipui over:) Nearly cancelled the whole session cos I was pretty drained out from work and lying on the bed was such bliss but the thought of she starting work on Mon means we might not be able to meet up often and do those fun house thingy, made me drag my lazy bum and walk to her house. Inital plan was she coming to my house but I have such an itchy mouth(hands!) and sms the change of venue.
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The main thing was we talked about some of my stupid, or rather guilable friends. conclusion: should i help, how much can i really help, are they worth helping?
most people are stubborn mules who conceived a penchant for blind spots of mistakes which are always right in front of them. 
well, if i can really help, maybe I should..
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my goodness. can the 'students' in the class stop asking stupid and irrevelant qns?? They are wasting precious time and I wan to leave early one! At least, ask qns that will come up in exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-393594762639883776?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/393594762639883776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=393594762639883776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/393594762639883776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/393594762639883776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-never-be-sameee.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7574849448035073470</id><published>2010-06-02T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:43:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 Common Lies told by Women&lt;/strong&gt;
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Women are born natural liars. Make no mistake about it, no matter how you trust or adore her, all women lie in certain situations and your sweet angel is no exception.
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Be it a white or black lie, big lie or just a small lie, whatever the case, certain lies occur much more often than others.
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It’s however the duty of men to read and uncovered women dishonesty by first learning the lies all women will tell and how to handle them. After you understand the true meaning of each supposed lies that are coming out from her mouth, you will react accordingly so as to achieve a great communication.
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The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.”
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These are the 5 common lies told by women&lt;br&gt;
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1.“I’m not angry at you.“&lt;/strong&gt;
This lie is one of the most commonly used in relationships. Typically, women who have been hurt by men in their lives, often inadvertently use this phrase as an emotional defense. Example, if a guy forgets his girlfriend’s birthday, calls her by his ex name or commits any of the other minor screw-up that most men do, women usually can’t just let it go. They usually dwell on it for certain times.
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Instead of admitting that she’s actually quite hurt by his relatively minor offense, the woman will pretend that she doesn’t care at all. What she really means is that she does care, and very much but just doesn’t want to look too bitchy about it.
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Lie Detector: This lie is extremely easy to pick up on because women barely bother to hide their irritation in this situation. As unfair as it may seem, they basically want men to read their minds and learn that, in this case, “No, I’m not angry” actually means “I’m pissing off and you better do some recovery on it.” Excessive eye rolling, mean tones and passive-aggressive behavior in general are dead giveaways.
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How to handle it: Save yourself some time and headaches later on by calling her on her real feelings and discussing why she’s so angry.
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&lt;strong&gt;2.“I don’t mind if you go to the clubs with your friends.”&lt;/strong&gt;You’re in luck man. You have such an understanding girlfriend. Not quite, if this one sounds too good to be true. Virtually all women mind when their men go out to ogle other women at clubs without them. It’s only a question of how much they mind.
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In general, women are extremely wary of their boyfriends being in highly sexually charged situations without them. Also, they hate to feel second best to a boys’ night out. In this case, she’s either telling one of the five lies all women tell to save face or to test you.
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Lie Detector: This lie is usually a little bit more artfully concealed than the first because it’s a little bit more pathetic to own up to one’s insecurity. It’s best to just always assume that this statement is a lie.
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How to handle it: You’re probably better off just not going. Ask yourself: Are few hours of entertainment worth weeks, even months, of bitchy comments?
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&lt;strong&gt;3.“You are a great guy but I’m just not ready for a relationship right now.“&lt;/strong&gt;Although at least it’s told with the best intentions, in order to soften rejection. It might be followed by an additional excuse such as: “I just came out of a bad relationship, and I don’t want to be hurt again,” or “I’m just too busy with my career right now to have a boyfriend.”
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The truth is, if the woman is single and at all interested in you, she will certainly make the time to date you. Which women wouldn’t want a great man? It’s that simple.
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Lie Detector: Does she seem uncomfortable, avoid eye contact, talk too much, and come up with numerous excuses?
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How to handle it: Let it go. Don’t bother letting her know that you see through it. Take the easy way out by pretending you believe her for your own personal dignity, and just walk away.
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&lt;strong&gt;4.“Let me pay the tab tonight; you always pay anyway.”&lt;/strong&gt;Not true. Although this lie doesn’t apply to all women, most still do expect men to pay for things, especially if the man asked them out in the first place. They will secretly think that the guy is cheap if he wriggles out of the bill on a regular basis.
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Men should always at least offer to pay for dinner if they have asked the woman out. If she protests vigorously, then relent and offer for the next treat; if she just protests casually, she’s only doing it out of politeness, pay for it.
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Lie Detector: If she says: “Oh, I’ll handle this,” but doesn’t even make the motion of rooting around in her purse for her wallet, it means that she has no real intention of paying.
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How to handle it: Always, go to the date fully prepared to pay for the whole evening. In later stages of the relationship, you can work out a fair way to determine who treats who when, but in the early, critical dating stages, don’t risk looking cheap.
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&lt;strong&gt;5.“That was the most awesome!“&lt;/strong&gt;This lie falls under the broad category of sex lies. Because girls have this tendency, they also tell guys whatever they think they want to hear (like they just had an orgasm), just to make them feel good about themselves.
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Other sex untruths women often tell are the following: “I only orgasm with you”; “You are the best”; “Yes, I came”; or “I’ve only been with X number of guys before.” (They will decrease their actual number of sex partners because they’re worried you will think they’re promiscuous.)
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Lie Detector: When it comes to sex, that most sensitive of topics, it’s safe to say that you should take most things she tells you with a grain of salt.
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How to handle it: You shouldn’t be asking her to rate her sexual experiences. That’s just in poor taste. If she offers you one of the lies above on her own, however, laugh and change the subject, as if to say: “That’s flattering, but I don’t really take these things too seriously as long as we’re both happy with our sex life.” 
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Be a Human Lie Detector Machine
Now that you know the five lies all women tell, be on the lookout for them, and react accordingly. Once she learns that you can’t be tricked, she’ll be more straightforward with you in the future.

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&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7574849448035073470?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7574849448035073470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7574849448035073470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7574849448035073470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7574849448035073470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-common-lies-told-by-women-women-are.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4573812537765197535</id><published>2010-05-26T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:43:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long weekend is coming! However, just like before every good thing, we need to experience shits first. Certain things can really dull my mood. It's like a total dud. 

1) Contispation

2) petty and anal people

3) disappointments due to expectations(not high) not being met.

Anyway, today is wed! Wrote the above thing yesterday but had no time to post. Today I am going eat yummy french food and PH :) The day suddenly seems very long ahead. Many things to settle but there are no confirmation yet! Today I am going to be an invigilator for a class. hope it won't be bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4573812537765197535?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4573812537765197535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4573812537765197535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4573812537765197535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4573812537765197535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-weekend-is-coming-however-just.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6239724357202669759</id><published>2010-05-25T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:07:40.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I keep a journal, and you've told me you'd never look in it because you respect my privacy.

I wish you didn't. So you could read it and see that I need help, but I'm too afraid to ask for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6239724357202669759?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6239724357202669759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6239724357202669759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6239724357202669759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6239724357202669759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-i-keep-journal-and-youve-told.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4667560286721283761</id><published>2010-05-07T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:34:50.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S-O0gG_TivI/AAAAAAAAAG0/u3BLUojw9bQ/s1600/stroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468412836282862322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S-O0gG_TivI/AAAAAAAAAG0/u3BLUojw9bQ/s320/stroy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/386785366406935803-4667560286721283761?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4667560286721283761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4667560286721283761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4667560286721283761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4667560286721283761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S-O0gG_TivI/AAAAAAAAAG0/u3BLUojw9bQ/s72-c/stroy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8282402351467401826</id><published>2010-04-27T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:10:01.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I kept bumping into my cousin in school.
For 3 consecutive days(excluding weekends). &lt;br /&gt;
Pretty cool, I'm glad that shes like so active in her hip hop group.
and her bf is okay. I mean from viewing the pictures online.  &lt;br /&gt;
Can you believe that I have taken up hip hop classes before, during year 1. &lt;br /&gt;
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I dont like woodlands :( &lt;br /&gt;
go everywhere also very far. &lt;br /&gt;
The train always so packed. &lt;br /&gt;
Even when you drive, there's jam once you left at 6pm on the dot. &lt;br /&gt;
It's so frustrating. Thus I always try to leave earlier. &lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I left the office slightly earlier. Went to the lift and guess what! &lt;br /&gt;
I was on the 5th level, and yet I kept pressing the button 5. &lt;br /&gt;
A sane person will quickly realise his mistake, however I thought I need my staff pass to scan before I can press the button 5. haha. &lt;br /&gt;
End up the lift went to level 6 and went down to level 5 again. &lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, I saw 3 of my colleagues in front of me and asked, 'I thought u left earlier, why are u still here!' &lt;br /&gt;
so damn embarrassing =(       at least I got a lift to woodlands mrt from one of them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8282402351467401826?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8282402351467401826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8282402351467401826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8282402351467401826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8282402351467401826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/04/recently-i-kept-bumping-into-my-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4247073166152958147</id><published>2010-04-06T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:26:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, Akon live in concert on 22nd April, Thursday at Fort canning hill.
$108 for early birds, $128 for normal admission.$228 for VIPs (free flow drinks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4247073166152958147?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4247073166152958147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4247073166152958147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4247073166152958147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4247073166152958147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-akon-live-in-concert-on-22nd-april.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7097930971535700290</id><published>2010-04-06T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:23:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456844260502299634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S7qa8X3eY_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LzT-rTDnWNc/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S7qa8rNxrOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E8WYvIUaSI8/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456844265696111842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S7qa8rNxrOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E8WYvIUaSI8/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt; My lunch and my 'china's fren's lunch yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7097930971535700290?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7097930971535700290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7097930971535700290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7097930971535700290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7097930971535700290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-lunch-and-my-chinas-frens-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S7qa8X3eY_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LzT-rTDnWNc/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-571057891979879</id><published>2010-04-05T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:51:18.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a freak. &lt;br /&gt;
You are supposed to be ANGRY, not grinning away when I reprimanded you. &lt;br /&gt;
I care for those who I wanna care for, albeit not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-571057891979879?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/571057891979879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=571057891979879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/571057891979879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/571057891979879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1283160442266985388</id><published>2010-04-05T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:36:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some updates. &lt;br /&gt;
Recently my mood has been whirling and making sense of certain things.
Why do all good things come to an end?
I failed to treasure them and really regretted for all that I have not done.
However this could be a blessing in disguise as the consequences of the other path remains unknown and could be undesirable.
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I remembered starting writing in an organiser in late 2008, informally. Then I got a really chio looking planner(tw!) from bl. I love writing in the small boxes of each day. It feels so therapeutic; and I get to remember what I have been doing without too elaborate details. 2009 passes in a flash! Some major events, which are the turning points of my life, ceased to change the inner self. For 2010, I received a pure white planner :) which I have dilligently noted down meetings, birthdays, contact numbers etc.
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My convocation is on 16th April, Friday! I am thinking to call just a few friends, or maybe just randomly asked everyone to come if possible. This is like so different from poly :( Everything is confirmed, like you know who will be going, you get to hang out with all your poly mates there. I even went to the hair salon with bala beforehand to do our hair. I still got the picture somewhere. My god, my hair was already freaking short; like a bob and I still went to curl it(temp of cos). I put on more make up than usual(more colors) and truckloads of hairspray! But it was fun. Guess, my uni convocation will be a relatively cold affair. Nobody I know is graduating with me for the same time slot and degree. Anyway I know who are my real friends if they bother to come. &lt;br /&gt;
Haha. Not that serious la.. Cannot call too many people too cos I don't have a concrete plan to carry out after the cermony ends! =(
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I must try to control my emotions. I hate it when I get sad out of a sudden. Or at the slightest thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1283160442266985388?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1283160442266985388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1283160442266985388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1283160442266985388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1283160442266985388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4742623502651471988</id><published>2010-03-17T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:19:31.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How true is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S6BJ_xJZT3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5-6yTyH6anM/s1600-h/woman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 71px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449436908991631218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S6BJ_xJZT3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5-6yTyH6anM/s320/woman.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/386785366406935803-4742623502651471988?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4742623502651471988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4742623502651471988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4742623502651471988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4742623502651471988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='How true is this?'/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S6BJ_xJZT3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5-6yTyH6anM/s72-c/woman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4511881700302544199</id><published>2010-03-11T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:50:19.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday is approaching very soon. Can't believe that it's already March.
At least it's something to look forward to.
Cos there's no holidays in March!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4511881700302544199?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4511881700302544199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4511881700302544199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4511881700302544199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4511881700302544199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday-is-approaching-very-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3065722367732163583</id><published>2010-03-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:48:07.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4uNKCx_dKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7glWt7yRkEw/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443599778292135074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4uNKCx_dKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7glWt7yRkEw/s320/DSC00679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Can you see the heart- shaped yolk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3065722367732163583?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3065722367732163583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3065722367732163583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3065722367732163583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3065722367732163583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-see-heart-shaped-yolk-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4uNKCx_dKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7glWt7yRkEw/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8486172398898178006</id><published>2010-03-01T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:43:42.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;I hate puking.
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&lt;div&gt;It always lead to a painful back.
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&lt;div&gt;The worse thing is having the constant pain in my stomach, not menstrual cramps but the discomfort with the effect of swirling continuous but endurable pain.
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&lt;div&gt;Just hope it will subside soon. It is making me pretty restless. Ohh, I took some photos of my desk.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443547139142376882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4tdSCqs3bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3bXUQqsBSqQ/s320/DSC00686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443547145188168226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4tdSZMIUiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/twC314kYuRY/s320/DSC00687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443547147104583762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4tdSgVCgFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vmmuVsxkaCI/s320/DSC00688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443598648479225938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4uMIR5mmFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t2vIWvjUNec/s320/DSC00675.JPG" /&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8486172398898178006?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8486172398898178006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8486172398898178006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8486172398898178006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8486172398898178006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-puking.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S4tdSCqs3bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3bXUQqsBSqQ/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6209832219195587151</id><published>2010-02-16T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:25:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh the long weekend passed just like that :( &lt;br /&gt;
but i enjoyed every minute of it! &lt;br /&gt;
Spent V day in sg, but had the touristy feeling. &lt;br /&gt;
The roads were totally empty and quiet at night. &lt;br /&gt;
Which is good, except when you're trying to find food. &lt;br /&gt;
Not many people celebrating v day this yr, I realised. &lt;br /&gt;
Cos it clashed with CNY? &lt;br /&gt;
And the saying that everyday can be v day if you...etc. &lt;br /&gt;
I'll say its crap. &lt;br /&gt;
It's like a birthday, a day to celebrate something significant, whether it is desirable or not. &lt;br /&gt;
Like a birthday, it doesnt have to be celebrated on a big scale. &lt;br /&gt;
And its something to look forward to. (whether attached or not) &lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I went to my aunts' place alone! &lt;br /&gt;
I am so proud that I managed to find the house. &lt;br /&gt;
The gathering was surpisingly quite happy. &lt;br /&gt;
Arrived there looking like a hot mess. Weather getting so warm nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;
All my aunts commented that I look tall, taller than my bros. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;
and that I look abit like jamie yeo. omg not bad. &lt;br /&gt;
Another hk actress too. Hmm no good. &lt;br /&gt;
I am going to make an effort to call my small aunt cos she is always so nice to me. &lt;br /&gt;
I need to buy her a gift!
Something practical. Money? &lt;br /&gt;
Actually I really don't like the idea of giving money as a gift.
It's so.. insincere. Even if I really do need it. &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe less effort=less sincere. &lt;br /&gt;
=) &lt;br /&gt;
On a side note, I suddenly feel like perming my hair. &lt;br /&gt;
Lol. &lt;br /&gt;
Confirm will regret though. &lt;br /&gt;
Perm=must dye in order to see the curls=damaged hair &lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6209832219195587151?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6209832219195587151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6209832219195587151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6209832219195587151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6209832219195587151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/02/bleh-long-weekend-passed-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4119261135606206301</id><published>2010-02-11T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:41:37.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3PQsnMM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU3QTpWVJvY/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436918640019304162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3PQsnMM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU3QTpWVJvY/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3PQsF0abcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bMhvoHSOB44/s1600-h/DSCF3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436918631061155266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3PQsF0abcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bMhvoHSOB44/s320/DSCF3074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4119261135606206301?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4119261135606206301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4119261135606206301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4119261135606206301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4119261135606206301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3PQsnMM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU3QTpWVJvY/s72-c/DSCF3077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2990668417329033745</id><published>2010-02-09T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:07:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;Some childish pictures of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3EIJEg3R9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/5MEjgiSVfK8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436135177136326610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3EIJEg3R9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/5MEjgiSVfK8/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3EII34VbMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d8XKoyV3DXg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436135173745110210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3EII34VbMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d8XKoyV3DXg/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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celebrated bl's birthday at Pasir Ris Park. took many photos at the playground and during our picnic(lunch n dinner) :D we ate sitting at the car park at night, which gave us pretty much stares and attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2990668417329033745?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2990668417329033745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2990668417329033745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2990668417329033745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2990668417329033745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-childish-picture-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S3EIJEg3R9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/5MEjgiSVfK8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4624391331531816315</id><published>2010-01-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:37:25.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just shitted and saw blood on the toliet paper. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4624391331531816315?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4624391331531816315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4624391331531816315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4624391331531816315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4624391331531816315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-shitted-and-saw-blood-on-toliet.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7115353059419442007</id><published>2010-01-27T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:15:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twitter :D
Went to log in to twitter which has been quite some time since I lasted visited.
Saw the tweets from KayKay, yes I've been following her. Anyway her tweets are super funny.
"Everytime I meet a fucked up guy who has no reason to be, I'll just assume he has a small kuku."
Imagine posting like 4-5 posts which are all related to the above statement. Someone had been pissing her off. Lol.
I would probably be going on a short trip during CNY :D So can't join the OG bai nian outing, not fated to go, missed last year one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7115353059419442007?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7115353059419442007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7115353059419442007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7115353059419442007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7115353059419442007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/twitter-d-went-to-log-in-to-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6485427009700914250</id><published>2010-01-25T10:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:06:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My moblie phone is dying on me. =(


It can auto restart for 5 to 6 times and eats up the battery life.


I wan an iphone! But I'm being bonded by the contract for another year at least.



Maybe I should give my phone to my parent then I sign up a new plan.
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Cupcakes are my muse now. Eat cupcakes while drinking port. =D



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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6485427009700914250?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6485427009700914250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6485427009700914250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6485427009700914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6485427009700914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-moblie-phone-is-dying-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S11qNAzZatI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7M5lvKd3YMg/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4622383685864521866</id><published>2010-01-22T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:06:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need more sleep! My 8 hrs of beauty fix =(

Yesterday went out with xp dear.

We met at dhoby and proceed to paya lebar.

It's really quiet over there, good for some 'me' time or in this case

'we' time. I dropped my laptop for the second time in 3 weeks.

I was also horrified to see scratches(minor) on it. Been lugging this

to work and home nearly everyday, super heavy but I wanted to use

it for my personal and work use.

Many friends have been asking me about work. Work is well.. work.

For the longest time, I always thought I would not work a typical

office job, waking up early and being in the claustrophoic space.

There would be some considerations, of course.

Some people are satisfied easily; following through the linear path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4622383685864521866?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4622383685864521866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4622383685864521866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4622383685864521866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4622383685864521866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-more-sleep-my-8-hrs-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7547038763838506774</id><published>2010-01-15T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:33:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe I saw a friend marrying someone who is.. OLD.
She looks like she's in late twenties or early thirties.
My friend is the same age as me.
There must be some catch somewhere.

Im coughing like nobody's business now.
sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7547038763838506774?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7547038763838506774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7547038763838506774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7547038763838506774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7547038763838506774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-believe-i-saw-friend-marrying.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4626380231324569465</id><published>2010-01-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:54:09.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; pureicy?
pure-re-c?
Thats what my friend read as.
Its pure+icy.
Simple enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4626380231324569465?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4626380231324569465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4626380231324569465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4626380231324569465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4626380231324569465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-you-pronounce-pureicy-pure-re-c.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2042648650296867946</id><published>2010-01-07T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:33:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing those taiwan MVs made me feel like going back there..&lt;div&gt;People gonna think im crazy but i really feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studying/working there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I should try out this year, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be really awesome if I were be able to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a successful application. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find some purpose in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine and not what others believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons to live longer. &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/386785366406935803-2042648650296867946?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2042648650296867946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2042648650296867946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2042648650296867946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2042648650296867946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-those-taiwan-mvs-made-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5332456210052955283</id><published>2010-01-06T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:48:16.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times in life when moments are perfect.When this happens, the camera is IXUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/S0SnnmnWylI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bbWgIlN9-HU/s320/ixus120is.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423644150083275346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need opinions on whether they are good to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;updates.. Started work this week, its tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, my bus broke down whilst I'm in tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decided to cab cos most probably would be late with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the huge crowd of students waiting for next bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freaking exp! Anyway I shouldnt cab at all cos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was the first one to reach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember something, in the bus I heard the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;girls behind me saying this was the 3rd time the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;broke down this semester. Damn suay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learnt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not put your expectations on others in order to avoid disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't get caught doing the things you wouldn't want others to know;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be less forgetful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;control my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3018769392499270632?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018769392499270632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3018769392499270632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3018769392499270632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3018769392499270632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2881116740819271001</id><published>2009-12-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:35:18.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2881116740819271001?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2881116740819271001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2881116740819271001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2881116740819271001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2881116740819271001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5182175914565164413</id><published>2009-12-16T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:49:06.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is so dead.&lt;div&gt;Im going to be change my blogskin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more white background, hopefully?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized it's more energy saving to use a darker background,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but white or lighter colors are totally nice. You know, like more pure. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a happy day for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received the call from RP, and thus I got a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been perplexed by friends asking me whether there's any news cos there's none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spent like 30 mins msging them while lying on my bed ( Just woke up only).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a lazy day for me! It's rest day for me too. Settled some of the forms I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to send back and did some random surfing for stuff I don't really need to know but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One little annoying incident though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shitting in the morning when someone disturbed me with a phonecall.
Not the caller, but the person asking me to answer the blardy phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For heaven's sake, nothing can be more important than shitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't help NOT holding back any unrefined language. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I delete my archives when I changed blogskin? I always did that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I saved all the entries for my own private stash. A new blogskin means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new start and this is apt as the year 2009 is coming to an end very very soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5182175914565164413?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5182175914565164413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5182175914565164413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5182175914565164413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5182175914565164413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8132705028255437350</id><published>2009-11-28T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:14:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't believe some people can be so petty and so thick.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stop preaching me with your theories which are totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;self-absorbed. You are just having pity for yourself, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the things you can't get, the image you can't portray and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the way you can't get me to, I don't know, confide or really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;warm up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I never give fucking excuses and am very sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to nice people who do not hide their true feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even if you wanna do that, at least conceal it well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Telling me your acts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;benevolence won't add brownie points but turns me off when you did the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I did nothing wrong, thus even if I had apologized, it was out of niceties and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;honestly do not think it was such a grave matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Please look at your status before giving such comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stop expecting anything from me, and questioning the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;thing I do.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can only applaud at your courage of showing such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;outrageous reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I swear I won't talk about this anymore. Just not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:14px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:14px;"&gt;
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&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/386785366406935803-8132705028255437350?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8132705028255437350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8132705028255437350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8132705028255437350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8132705028255437350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-some-people-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5810440895781919190</id><published>2009-09-28T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:00:01.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remb ne-yo, 'so sick'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found the girl version of this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQ_NXRmhp4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQ_NXRmhp4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: normal; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-size:12px;"&gt;If you're so sick of love songs&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
So tired of tears&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
You said you loved me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Why ain't you here?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
I'm so sick of your love songs&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
So sad and slow&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
But I just can't turn off the radio&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;It's very creative and damn nice. Wonder who sang and wrote the lyrics for it.
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That tonights gonna be a good night

That tonights gonna be a good good night !

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;cant get this out of my mind :D
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;clubbed at butter n powerhouse on wed.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;was kinda last minute and had to rush abit after dinner
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;with kk n gang. Luckily I was clad in appropriate clothes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;:D

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;someone said that i look like dawn yeoh :(
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;damn funny. I got a lot of comments on me looking like so and so.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;People beg to differ, of course. During my attachment, I got a
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;colleague's customer saying I look like... quan yifeng. WTH.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;I nearly choked on my drink. Another one came from my ex-boss saying
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;I looked like a HK actress/singer. I was so excited asking him who was it.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;It's.. kelly chen.  I really don't think so and I had short hair, layered hair like
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;a guy at that time.  But it is very interesting.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Next up, during my poly/uni days, and ktv sessions, people commented I look
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;like faye. Maybe cos they got the impression I always sing her songs
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;or I  like to put on colored lens and makeup. You know, intense eye colors. :)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;I can think of a couple more. But I dun think I wanna say it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Had a little tiff with my gd fren. It seems conflicting opinions regarding the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;are bad. I wish she can put herself in my shoes sometimes. I hate the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;of forcing my beliefs onto others. However I will state mine firmly and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;can't change them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6770942387444766162?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6770942387444766162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6770942387444766162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6770942387444766162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6770942387444766162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-alright-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2102723159258840668</id><published>2009-09-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:58:41.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mini lady gaga, how cute~mum mum mum mah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9X6A6EIqdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9X6A6EIqdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2102723159258840668?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2102723159258840668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2102723159258840668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2102723159258840668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2102723159258840668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mini-lady-gaga-how-cutemum-mum-mum-mah.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4574043067007907749</id><published>2009-09-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:32:12.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We lose everything when we lose something precious. When we experience loss for the first time. We stop caring. We lower our demands and standards and tell ourselves that we're growing up-when the truth is that we're slowly getting ready to be corrupted forever.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost so much that maybe we'll only be free when we lose everything. When we surrender to the artificial world, that's already a part of us. Maybe it's the resistance that hurts. One solution is give in, go with the flow, let things happen. If it won't make us happy, maybe it will make us less unhappy. The tough exterior of others remain undetected because we possess the same shell; we may not even notice the changes till it is a part of us, infiniteness that exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-4574043067007907749?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/4574043067007907749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=4574043067007907749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4574043067007907749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/4574043067007907749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-lose-everything-when-we-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5709538805102185496</id><published>2009-09-03T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:26:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna be an uni graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless my results are really uninspiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will get over it.  Cant do anything about it anymore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that Im no longer a student, means time to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a perm job or at least a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really wish to find something interesting, and fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting......... sounds like I'm going for a holiday trip. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a meaningful job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend doing sg sling! Shld take home more bottles, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank it yesterday and was planning to keep the bottle but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone drank it all and threw it away.. Im v v v sad. Thats why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always finish whatever I buy asap. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; with fren saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'i love ur piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and i was trying to look for tattoo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why piercings=must have tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do like both haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted one at the nape. I even got the design ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before im 18. But i procrastinated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun like felicia chin. so fake and shes a liar, albeit a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can one of the energy members like her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously hope its not kunda...............i used to idolise him =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the 4 members, one is married, so hes confirmed not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. why they like to spread rumor and then say halfway one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shld I buy hamster? I saw one really really nice, it looks like a mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its a hamster(theres no tail), and its white n totally cuteee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit but i cant remb the shop which I had seen it. somewhere in town yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah ever since I dyed my hair, people had been commenting I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more tanned. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my fren's dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda surprised. And since he won lottery, he gave me money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super paiseh. kept pushing away his offer. End up I used the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to buy stuff for my friend, his daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5709538805102185496?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5709538805102185496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5709538805102185496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5709538805102185496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5709538805102185496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-gonna-be-uni-graduate-nevertheless.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3832375868270172468</id><published>2009-08-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:35:10.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SICK!
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Yesterday was sheer torturous. Had this
excruciating backache, stomach and slight
fever. Wanted to vomit but I resisted the urge
to do so; being I hated the feeling of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thus this was binding on me the whole night and
I kept crying on a hourly basis cos it was so painful coupled
with other thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;
I succumbed to it
this morning though. What a relief. My bro heard it
and said I sounded like a vampire evolving. Shouldn't it
be a werewolf?
Went to the doc
too. Bad case of stomach flu. This is not the first time; better
watch what I eat now.
Was supposed to go
to friend's house but ended sleeping and sleeping.
I'm glad that I am feeling so much better now.

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HOTMAIL IS A BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;
I cant read any of my mails!&lt;br /&gt;
And I really need to read them now for my&lt;br /&gt;
job thingy and other private stuff. &lt;br /&gt;
I HATE my co-ordinator la!&gt;br&gt;
He took leave for the next 2 days and&lt;br /&gt;
expect me to do everything for work&lt;br /&gt;
this weekend. And hes supposed to pay me&lt;br /&gt;
tomorrow! The worst part is he or rather&lt;br /&gt;
the people there like to give me last min&lt;br /&gt;
information. Maybe I should do that too.&lt;br /&gt;
Last min call in sick. &lt;br /&gt;
AND Whats wrong with kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;
Recently a guy from TP added me in msn.&lt;br /&gt;
I really have no idea how he got my email add,&lt;br /&gt;
but hes damn fucking irritating. Shall not go into&lt;br /&gt;
details but hes a manipulator! The worst kind&lt;br /&gt;
of people in  the world!&lt;br /&gt;
Which brings me to another group of highly irritating&lt;br /&gt;
people. Not saying things directly to me and doing&lt;br /&gt;
it discreetly like through msn nick or friends or whatever&lt;br /&gt;
outlet possible. Thats why I will never show that I know&lt;br /&gt;
cos you don't have the guts to say it to my face, IM not&lt;br /&gt;
gonna let you have the easy way out too. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
OK ENOUGH RANTING&lt;br /&gt;
Next post shall be a happier one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-748891638512667866?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/748891638512667866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=748891638512667866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/748891638512667866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/748891638512667866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hotmail-is-bitch-i-cant-read-any-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6783713710887657713</id><published>2009-08-12T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:20:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up super early to go NUS today. &lt;br&gt;
xl accompanied me as she had morning lessons.&lt;br&gt;
It's damn hot. Drank plenty of liquids today.&lt;br&gt;
Had lunch with xr n bx. Saw my airport fren&lt;br&gt;
selling HP lappies! remy martin lol.&lt;br&gt;
saw my sec sch frens too. Tml's trip to JB&lt;br&gt;
is cancelled. :( &lt;br&gt;
Landslide in tw! :(&lt;br&gt;
My fren's uncle's resort was affected.&lt;br&gt;
Oh someone added me in FB. Well, someone&lt;br&gt;
I don't really like during my 1st yr in poly.&lt;br&gt;
I remembered doing something quite mean.&lt;br&gt;
1st yr I transferred to business sch and &lt;br&gt;
thus had 3 different classes. One of the classes&lt;br&gt;
was finance dip, which was not my form class(marketing).&lt;br&gt;
This guy was in the same class, as an online student&lt;br&gt;
meaning he failed at least one paper.&lt;br&gt;
I hated that period having to run to many diff classes,&lt;br&gt;
felt like an online student too. One particular lesson,&lt;br&gt;
that guy was sitting behind and besides the door. He saw me &lt;br&gt;
and opened the door for me. I saw it and totally ignored him and entered&lt;br&gt;
by the front door. I was making a statement that I am not keen to&lt;br&gt;
be friends with him. Lol. It was kinda funny really cos you see him&lt;br&gt;
holding the door handle for nothing. Anf from FB I just found out&lt;br&gt;
hes like 15 years older than me! So when i was 17, he was like 33.&lt;br&gt;
god. &lt;br&gt;
All of a sudden, I felt a bit guilty. Cannot be so mean to others. Especially&lt;br&gt;
when they did nothing bad to you. Certain things I wish I could do it differently.&lt;br&gt;
Being much more hardworking.&lt;br&gt;
Studying the course that I really like. &lt;br&gt;
Giving the other party the chance to explain.&lt;br&gt;
Knowing and being there.&lt;br&gt;
etc.&lt;br&gt;
It's good to reminisce and probably learn something from them.&lt;br&gt;
Just don't stay for too long.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6783713710887657713?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6783713710887657713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6783713710887657713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6783713710887657713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6783713710887657713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-super-early-to-go-nus-today.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1267679678278486086</id><published>2009-08-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:40:07.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up with a fiery temper. Reason being: interruption in the course of my short slumber! I hate being rushed for no good reason, hell even with a valid reason. Sometimes I have a hard time falling asleep. My sub-conscious mind might be manipulating my physical self to stay awake. I became a total log however when I’m knocked out, which is a good thing, won’t get irritated till the last hour of sleep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Developed a bout of rashes on my arms, back, stomach and near the collarbone. It is highly due to the sake I drank. Can you believe it, of all things that is. Gonna swore off any alcoholic drinks for the time being. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I must be the blurr-est person ever. Two days ago, I took a knife from the kitchen to cut some foil thingy and left it on the bed. Today, while lying down I felt a sensation of a cool metal item and got a bit of a scare. I had been sleeping with the knife for two days!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1267679678278486086?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1267679678278486086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1267679678278486086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1267679678278486086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1267679678278486086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-with-fiery-temper.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3387332477407888489</id><published>2009-07-30T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:41:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Font size" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" class="gl_size" border="0" /&gt;


WOOF
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3387332477407888489?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3387332477407888489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3387332477407888489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3387332477407888489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3387332477407888489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/woof.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3759227364834636019</id><published>2009-07-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:09:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>idiotic, two people said I don't look singaporean!
one of the reason was cos I look pretty blur at times.
well, thats bullshit. haha.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
why do some people always like to rake up the past?
Do they know this:   &lt;br&gt; 不屑紀念&lt;br&gt;
Some things are not worth holding on to,&lt;br&gt;
good things became memories&lt;br&gt;
u will never be happy if u don't let go&lt;br&gt;
letting go doesn't mean forgetting&lt;br&gt;
but able to face up to the truth and&lt;br&gt;
giving urself another chance and maybe, for that person too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3759227364834636019?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3759227364834636019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3759227364834636019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3759227364834636019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3759227364834636019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiotic-two-people-said-i-dont-look.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-5006264351283526017</id><published>2009-07-23T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:47:36.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally at peace with my self today.
spent the day in my fren's hse, doing nth much.
eating lunch, reading magazines/books, looking
at photos and laughing at others' misfortune. lol.
I guess we can be pretty mean at times. 
=)&gt;br&gt;
got a little black zara dress as a gift! 
I think this is the first item I've from
zara?
I got the classic black dress every lady should
have in their closet now! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

CLUB? but not this week!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The heat is unbearable! At certain times of the day,
I would feel really hot although I'm not sweating but
it feels so uncomfortable. The other day, I decided to
drink beer! Thats what guys do when they reached home
after a long day, right?&lt;br&gt;
I went to chill the bottle and drank it soon after.&lt;br&gt;
That was the first time I felt beer was really nice when
it was really cold. But of course, maybe the reason is hoegarden
that makes it all the better.
&lt;br&gt;
I really really wanna eat durians!
I wanna dye my hair, maybe black?
damn I always go for extreme colors, maybe
brown would be a better color. whatever, deciding tml!
super hate the roots growing out now.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
They can take tomorrow and all the plans we had made, 
they can take away the music that we never played, 
all the broken dreams, just take everything, but they can never have yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5006264351283526017?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5006264351283526017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5006264351283526017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5006264351283526017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5006264351283526017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/totally-at-peace-with-my-self-today.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1263631130881135758</id><published>2009-07-20T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:37:03.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lP7MnEZuexw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lP7MnEZuexw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;



hehe.

singapore sling singapore sling singapore sling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1263631130881135758?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1263631130881135758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1263631130881135758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1263631130881135758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1263631130881135758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8811439216133528232</id><published>2009-07-18T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:21:36.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw an lunatic singing in the bus today, mostly jay chou's songs and
su da lu! What's wrong with kids nowadays, high stress levels must be
getting to them. anyway I take back my words, he might just be the answer
to singapore's Jay chou, in a bad way. lol.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8811439216133528232?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8811439216133528232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8811439216133528232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8811439216133528232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8811439216133528232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-lunatic-singing-in-bus-today-mostly.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-704763626125892635</id><published>2009-07-15T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:19:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall I blog about my Taiwan trip?
&lt;br&gt;
Life there is good since it's supposed to be a holiday. :)
I remember not getting enough sleep except for one day
where we had the 399 buffet. first day is club, where
the best part is the freeflow of drinks which however proved
the demise of others. A lesson learnt: don't drink on an empty
stomach. :D we left quite early like 2 or 3? clubbing over there is
definitely more tiring but a more stirring affair.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
best shopping bargain is wu fen pu! for guys and gals. We went there
twice. It has a spiderweb concept, so we have to make choices on
the turns at a cross road. Do expect lots of motorcycles n cars
from behind. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
we went taichung for the theme park on the 3rd day. I did not know that firstly
we have to wear swimming cap, secondly swimsuit. I mean I
thought I could wear it inside without taking it off. I ended
up buying a new swimming cap and swimwear(they even helped me sew the hemline
and gave me a free swimming cap when i had already bought it earlier on).
Why swmimming cap? I just found out that it is to prevent hair from
clogging the drainpipes. 
I obtained a slight tan over there without realising it until I came back.
Damn and I thought I am snow white. lol. The shuffle we witnesssed
between the cab uncles was another incident.
Night activity was holiday ktv. we got to sing from 11pm-6am. 
I think all of us slept for awhile. But I only slept at the end ok!
Before that bx and I sang like that was our concert night, I remembered
being v tired yet v hyper. On a sidenote, its really cheap ktv-ing over there.
The system is better too and the songs are in the original key.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I bought many many gifts and stuff for my personal use too. damn high, lol.
I made decisions quite quickly. Saw michelle chia in one of the night
markets. she was super friendly. The ferry ride was awesome, the atmosphere
in the dining place in fisherman's warf was delightful, listening to
songs while dining was pretty cool. I remembered our badly written
song dedication message in han yu pei yin and mandarin. Forgot how to
write bei pan de pan and wen lan de lan etc.
&lt;br&gt;
haircut on the second day and second last day!
bao's cute hairstylist and xr's shuai hairstylist.
maybe i should have cut my hair after all. but I nv see
any cute guys already, and they might ask me perm or
do other stuff to my hair and i am broke already on
that very day. We watched an entire HK movie at the salon
and drank red tea and milk tea. LOL.
&lt;br&gt;

How about the not-so-good and sad part? having constipation for 7 days.
those who experienced it before will know u will feel bloated
and sluggish sometimes. This is aggravated by peeps going to the
loo to shit frequently. 
ended up going to 7-11 to buy this sachet that can remove my bowels naturally.
It works and it tastes really nice like yogurt and I added milk to enhance the
taste! 
The remaining 2 days I did not shit though. Their 7-11 sells everything, i swear.
masks, makeup and all kinds of bian dang. Their food is nice and actually
tastes fresh.

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i must improve my mandarin!
Im totally in love with the song momo.
I know fei lun hai is not exactly the
best singers around but the tune
of the song is nice kinda touching.
Which makes me think which would u look
for in a song first. the tune or lyrics?
after some deliberation, I think I would
actually listen to the tune first. lyrics,
you can always manipulate it to ur feelings.
the tune is the body of the whole song, 
transmitting the hidden emotions if you listen
carefully,
which would make or break the song.
becos words are empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-704763626125892635?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/704763626125892635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=704763626125892635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/704763626125892635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/704763626125892635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/07/shall-i-blog-about-my-taiwan-trip-life.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6114008629590943224</id><published>2009-06-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:31:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more day!
Im gonna get a haircut over there, nothing too drastic
maybe just a trim of the fringe. =)
pc lent me her camera n Nike bag haha, damn nicee.
sure buy for u the cd and the other stuff u want!
feeling kinda nervous, a bit apprehensive cos
will it be fun as the first time? 
Should I bring my boots over there? Is anyone even
wearing them? 
i got the extra space anyway! Im packing quite light,
theres like plenty of space left, am I missing something?
I wanna blog some things but I don't want certain people
to read. I HATE my friend for giving me crap just now.
Maybe I should decline the invitation after all.

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hate people texting 'dude', 'duh' It totally makes
me feel like an idiot. And tactless words/actions
never fail to keep me from a distance away.



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I need a new phone badly, currently using
the old one which has connection problems sometimes.
And to think of it, maybe I was robbed! Cos how can
the wire snapped right? Something or someone with brute
strength, or nimble fingers. 
ate lots lots of durian today! damn niceeeeeeeee
but the smell lingers on your fingers. this fruit
is seriously underated in my list of fav fruits.
everyone knows I love strawberry n mango right.
don't really like orange n watermelon. blah blahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7908076145823926250?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7908076145823926250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7908076145823926250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7908076145823926250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7908076145823926250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/06/24th-june-4-more-days-to-tw-i-need-new.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8074071051031430184</id><published>2009-06-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:35:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww updates.



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work is darn boring now!




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this morning received a call from a Japanese
who speak so incoherently, I had huge difficulties
understanding. At least he was more polite than
the bitch I spoke to earlier on, told her the BOSS
IS NOT IN upteem times. She insisted and was fucking
rude. Totally spoilt my mood for the day. Her last sentence
was ironic, 'You should have told me earlier that the boss
is not in.' Someone needs to dig their ears and listen!











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haven been blogging since last mth was the Exams period,
being stressed is an understatement where I was mainly
unfocused, and very unconfident. But it's over! And I
don't dwell on things that I cannot change. I must really
thank peeps who tolerated my incessant whining, heh. and
lp for coming to my house at night to study with me, regardless
of the fact we spent much time sleeping and I started studying only
at 7am. last min studying is my forte! however the bad part is I
totally need to sleep adequately, &gt;7hrs. I admire people who can
mug whole night without sleeping, how can? 




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woah guess what? The boss just talked to me and asked me
whether im from nus/ntu cos his son saw me and find me
v familiar. I saw his daughter and sons this morning. Must be
realllly nice to be rich! And I saw his son a few times before
today! Didn't know he is the boss's son, a bit dao, the sort that
will snort at my mistakes.




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taiwannnnnnnnnnnn, 16 more days!
I think I might have enough if i scrimp
and spend lesser frm now onwards. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8074071051031430184?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8074071051031430184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8074071051031430184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8074071051031430184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8074071051031430184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-369914193475627146</id><published>2009-04-16T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:08:31.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ureshii desu!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
current greatest muse is to listen to 
fantastic songs with strong guitar
influences.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I got the feeling, of strange exaltation, 
that was indefinable towards the approach of
a major modulation. Fancy something with no
expectations or whatsoever has its own way of
fitting in. Hope is there after all, it's the
process that hurts.
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lost job opportunities: 2! All because of school!
been trying to cut down on spending too, but
next week is kinda packed. Must cut! 
I got 2 job offers from ter, tommorrow must call!
My memory really sucks sometimes.
Another thing, I really should calling people
神經病. Even if they really are. lol.
this weekend I have full day lessons, thus i'm
not going with ky and gang. Will be dead tired,
seeing I have to wake up early on both days.
party pooper. =(
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I learnt to let some things go, not ignoring it
just nonchalance because it's not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-369914193475627146?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/369914193475627146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=369914193475627146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/369914193475627146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/369914193475627146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ureshii-desu-current-greatest-muse-is.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7476835856471877328</id><published>2009-04-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:48:18.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreadful dream I had today!&lt;br&gt;
to be fair, it actually was quite logical
and had a storyline.&lt;br&gt;
I was the main actress. Lol. &lt;br&gt;
getting reprimanded for wandering around without notice. &lt;br&gt;
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Something funny happened today. I boarded the bus 
after school and was standing as there were no&lt;br&gt;
seats available. I was standing in front of the
exit door, in front of the green prority seats.
Then, after awhile, the guy sitting on the outer side
offered me the seat! &lt;br&gt;
I was momentarily stunned. Cos, 
1) Do I look that old? &lt;br&gt;
2) Do I look that young? &lt;br&gt;
I shook my head vigorously.&lt;br&gt;
But he then stood up and let me have the seat. &lt;br&gt;
I had no choice but to accept the seat. =(
Shitt, I forgot to say thanks. &lt;br&gt;
damn embarrassing. &lt;br&gt;
If im not wrong, he and his friends should be in
the same school as me. Their conversation could be
heard clearly with me previously standing near them. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7476835856471877328?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7476835856471877328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7476835856471877328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7476835856471877328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7476835856471877328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreadful-dream-i-had-today-to-be-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8858481609692341822</id><published>2009-03-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:43:08.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm OFFICIALLY going tw in june!
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Having déjà vu of the last time I
went to central to deposit the
cash. wahahah.
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But of cos this time I was already
bathed and dressed not so
shabbily as I was planning to
go out. But I have to
proritize, right. Lol.
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Hais I can't sleep for the last few
days! Cos i'm scared.
I can stay wide awake playing with
my phone's games till wee hours.
yesterday I called my friend to
chat.
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I got a free miniature absolut raspberry!
I bought Jacob's creek shiraz cabernet vintage 2006.
its value for money considering the concentration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-5909789397237670429?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/5909789397237670429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=5909789397237670429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5909789397237670429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/5909789397237670429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-free-miniature-absolut-raspberry.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/Sb_UOxHvcTI/AAAAAAAAADk/aPuD4CrFn_A/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-8102265516384521532</id><published>2009-03-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:09:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again I'm at the airport!
&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday went chinatown to return my uniform and found
out some interesting stuff about my vendor. Like she resigned,
shes going to be a PI and she had been in the police force for
17 years. Thats why so fierce. Lol. But she asked us to add her on
facebook. Haha. &lt;br&gt;
Then I went down to school for a study session. Of cos ended up nv study
much cos jer suggested going to Bedok 85 to have our dinner.
I NEED TO STUDY! haha. &lt;br&gt;
I love bak chor mee/kway tiao.&lt;br&gt;
The stingray sucks though. Not really up standard. &lt;br&gt;
After dinner, we were in a dilemma on where to go . 
went to the airport in the end. and gh provided this idea
of not going home and staying there to study since they have
a test the next morning.&lt;br&gt;
The laptop became a precious asset. &lt;br&gt;
Lol.&lt;br&gt;
Then halfway through, we watched SAW!
I never watch it before man, cos i thought is those
v gory and no brainer show, but I have to say its 
pretty interesting and sick in a perverse way.
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my cake and soup. see now that I got a better camera phone, 
I began to take photos of my food too. LOL.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-8102265516384521532?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/8102265516384521532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=8102265516384521532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8102265516384521532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/8102265516384521532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again-im-at-airport-yesterday-went.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/Sb9mrgwvy7I/AAAAAAAAADM/ZFam1s9Mbtw/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7716145675589918385</id><published>2009-03-15T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:56:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I have to say Im freaking tired!
haha but its too early to sleep now.&lt;br&gt;

When im tired, I tend to stone and do nothing.&lt;br&gt;

I stoned too when Im thinking of important things.&lt;br&gt;

I want something badly but I have no means of doing it.&lt;br&gt;

I need help from others, and I hated it. &lt;br&gt;

Its killing me akin to a deliberate and gradual death.&lt;br&gt;
And now it affected me in nearly all aspects of my life. &lt;br&gt;
I can't let go but I can hide it. 

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im falling sick. haha. My blardy face is all red despite no
make up, and im feeling kind of hot, the warm, throbbing feeling
which makes me feel uncomfortable&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7716145675589918385?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7716145675589918385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7716145675589918385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7716145675589918385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7716145675589918385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-and-foremost-i-have-to-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6288283256444622916</id><published>2009-03-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:01:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to put my studies aside for the time being.
totally not in the mood.
swore to delete frens who put anything studies-related. LOL. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

met up with my sec frens today. 
went K and then dinner at this place called Yuki no Yaki.
another fren recommended one BUT she never come today.
So if the food sux, im gonna call her. Haha.
But it's quite okay.
Theres like d.i.y ice cream but you have to pay extra $2.
We did not try it cos we are already quite full.
anyway whats sweet was I got early presents. 
a really chio mirror cum powder compact case
and my lao po's bag and earrings.
But I really love the time we spent. haha.
esp lao po cos we have been quite distant 
for a pretty long time. 
only one thing spoilt my day. that phonecall.
enuff'said.
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its a nice brown dress. :)
had kfc for dinner. haha.
and durians in geylang.
its damn nice but veri filling.
and we got durian breath.
haha. 
theres 2 irritating girls sitting
behind us, and one of them said
(in malay) that she smelt durian!
What acute sense of smell she've got.
Lol.
And then another girl started singing the song
unwell!
'Im not crazy, im just a little unwell, right now....'
Crazy people over here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3101552744368586022?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3101552744368586022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3101552744368586022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3101552744368586022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3101552744368586022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/03/received-my-1st-present-its-nice-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3957353704991970851</id><published>2009-02-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:32:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays a very disappointing day.

think i'm not going taiwan anymore

to say im not sad is bull.

end up spending alot today.

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Oh, todays my father is v cute.
he called and im the only one at home.
He forgot to bring his keys. My brother
wont be back for at least 45 mins. And
I need to go out the very minute.
Guess what I suggested??


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been reading too much la pi xiao xin.
i told him how about I put the keys
in the flower pot.
omg and he agreed. Im quite surprised.
and he actually laughed with me.
:) it warms my heart. 
at least we did not get into another
unpleasant talk.




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tml's my mum birthday!
veri broke man. haha. 
just realised my hair is like no blonde.
its like brownish with a little blonde
undertones. no more lian hair, huh. lol.
never got haircut today cos i really dunno
what i wanna cut. maybe i just let it grow 
first. 
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stupid sh msged me to patch up with him, i mean
be friends again.
Haa hes not my bf, but he acts like one. 
last time ask me to fuck off, no way im going
to talk to him.
but guess what.
think Im soft-hearted. sure i can accept his
apology but we can never get back to being
good friends. 


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I miss my mistress. haha. I cant tell her about the
taiwan thingy or she will kill me for it.
'u promise to go europe with me. taiwan u went before
already, why go again.' i think bernard kept bullying her
la. need me to save her. i received a postcard! damn nice,
picture of a leopard or cheetah since I like cats. But haha
actually quite different leh. 



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I feel like playing pool!
my pool table is rotting at home already after
a long hiatus. shall wait for my bro to come back
and play with me.
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lol. 
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am i really going to taiwan this coming
june? hope so. if not, i wanna get a tattoo.
i got the design since i was 18. Haha but
theres lots of deliberation. 
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I got a friend
who asked me to go tw in dec! He will drive
me ard since he got a license over there.
=D of cos, I have to think about it first.
I really dont think i can go Europe. 
People, give me some lucky numbers please.
I need to buy TOTO soon. Lol.

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i stopped working officially. and i kinda
miss the people there. like phillips, angela,
etc. But most of all, I missed drinking the
champagne &lt;3 

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i hate pathetic people.needy people. can't they
get a life. Life isn't about one person, man.
most of all selfishness. Can really see and feel this
in an individual. Some things I know, I keep it in my
heart. No point making a big fuss since selfish people
equate to stubborn mules. They think they are always
right. 


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normally im happy. just like to blog this kind
of frustrating things here. I like to entertain
people by bhb-ing and talking nonsensical stuff.
wah lao. why am i typing all these shit at 4am.
=D 
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cos theres a huge cockroach in my room.
dammit. 
I hate cockroaches! I hate the fact that
I'm scared of them. 
My plan was to sleep early today!
like before 2am. Lol.
now i wonder when i can get to bed,
which I cant, without a peaceful mind.
damn i need energy for tml outing.
=)
prelims are coming once again.
as usual, Im still slacking,
but this time Im like working,
it drains my energy to study man.
I got a paper on 14/3. Thinking whether
to take it anot cos the day before is
the day I get older=(.
My birthday is on a friday. wahaha 13th friday.
whoever says its bad luck can erm.. eat your
heart out cos im a lucky bao bao. haha.
Theres 3 13th fri this year, feb,march n nov.
of cos the other 2 not important la. =) wahaha.
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
'The last time I freaked out,
I just kept looking down,
i st-st-, stuttered,
when you asked me what I'm thinking bout.
The next time we hang out,
I'll redeem myself.
my heart can't stop till then.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6164197369694223447?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6164197369694223447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6164197369694223447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6164197369694223447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6164197369694223447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-spend-my-night-in-living-room.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-7527629037766077185</id><published>2009-02-08T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:06:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from clubbing with xp and her friends!
since my hair is wet, I decided to kill time
by blogging. hehe.
guess what? I saw may and her cousins at dlbO today. 
such a coincidence! met some super funny guys,
which I mean by funny in a irritating and 
scary way, not the 'ha ha' kind. stupid guy
wanting to buy drinks for us,but behaving in
an obnoxious way.
i think im kinda high after drinking martell and
tequila shots. 
supper at bugis. Darryl drove me home since he
stayed in tampines too, but of course even he
stay in other parts, shld offer us a lift too. :)
I shoud organise clubbing session
for our OG. haha. &lt;-- may's suggestion.Lol.
backtrack a little. went to liane's 21st birthday party.
its really quite far but nonetheless I will attend if
I can :) me and xr left first and we did something to the guys.
actually its meant to be a joke but it also contains our
true feelings. Lol.
earlier on i met my bb to have lunch and shop awhile.
wanted to buy this brand of polka cards for my little brother =)
*Potatoes are cheap in Switzerland!
damn my brother just came back at 6am. dunno go where hiao. hahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-7527629037766077185?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/7527629037766077185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=7527629037766077185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7527629037766077185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/7527629037766077185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-from-clubbing-with-xp-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2911055476525429536</id><published>2009-01-22T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:01:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xl is going to Switzerland in like ten days time! 
awww will definitely miss her like crazy!
she's a fiercely loyal friend, one you can trust
and also bitch with at all times :)
and the most important thing, she always keep
in contact regularly, unlike those who only
find me when they have problems, want me to
buy something, have nothing better to do. =(
Fortunately, I encounter not much of his shit
but still it happens.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i totally love green tea ice-cream. but baby
hates japanese food. =(
&lt;br&gt;
I've been skipping ALOT of classes. It's no good
man. Lol. It's either something cropped up, or Im
like super lazy to go. The thought of travelling
so far puts me off. Serious stuff aside, cny is
approaching! I look forward to r.dinner. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-2911055476525429536?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/2911055476525429536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=2911055476525429536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2911055476525429536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/2911055476525429536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/01/xl-is-going-to-switzerland-in-like-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-6927727081569571423</id><published>2009-01-17T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:04:54.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*♥PùRé^LØvé^*</title><content type='html'>I'm out of a job! Well, sorta.
t2 wine shop is having renovation
for the time being. However, I agreed
to replace c.koh in t3 wineshop. &lt;br&gt;
on a side note, what do people mean
when they put their status in an open
relationship? Does it mean they are 
together but free to flirt around?
I guess that depends on individuals.
But I think it should be a situation in which 
couples agree that it is acceptable to date or
engage in intimate activity with other people while 
maintaining a relationship with each other.
How can like that?
Lol.
But it's quite common.
I seriously don't belive you will only
love one person in your entire life.
And.. I belive in this saying, 
'once a cheater, always a cheater.'
Same applies for liars etc.
Unfaithfulness is the pits.
Time is also not that good an indicator
to determine the degree of love. I 
believe it's the chemistry, it's either
you have it or not.

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I did a quiz in facebook
Just have this msn chat with a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-6927727081569571423?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/6927727081569571423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=6927727081569571423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6927727081569571423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/6927727081569571423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-out-of-job-well-sorta.html' title='*♥PùRé^LØvé^*'/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-3678741288628448797</id><published>2009-01-04T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:35:04.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working at t2 departure wineshop now!
i miss t3. lols. its only me and 
a SA in the shop. *yawnz*
saw a really cute guy from maldives.
i really like the way he chided his little
brother not to fool around in the shop. 
hee.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Lost my voice on new year!
went to topone ktv for the first time
on the eve. The sound system is quite good.
Had steamboat pior to that, was working pior
that. Had potluck at the airport, the food 
was pretty good, curry chicken, beehoon,
some nyonya kueh, choco cake etc. I think
one of my colleagues went for their fourth
to fifth round. LOL. rsm was mag and she was
super friendly to me that day. My throat was
not feeling too good few days back so no
surprise I lost my voice that day. Actually,
I have not recovered fully yet. I sang until
very xin gu. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
sidenote, went batam on the day before. Ate A&amp;W!
the chicken meal plus the waffle! It was kinda
of daunting cos we are travelling by ourselves.
But I like the feeling of exploring new places.
We bought vodka mix! But we cant bring it back to 
singapore rite? I am not very sure. So end up drinking
all of it before going back. *burp* Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-3678741288628448797?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/3678741288628448797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=3678741288628448797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3678741288628448797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/3678741288628448797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-at-t2-departure-wineshop-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-4297442088019160232</id><published>2008-12-18T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:50:59.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work sux today! =(
got tested by my agent.
asked me so many questions
and some I have no idea at all.
Kept talking to the remy promotor though.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
On a happier note, 
I saw ben at bugis.
saw the mad rush of fans
waiting at t2 for, guess who,
fei lun hai.. Sadly I am working
at t3 so I did not get to see them.
But I saw a celebrity in t3 too!
Howard Lo. The guy who appeared in
the reality show 'An eye for a guy 2'.
He was wearing a cap when he came in so
I cant even see his face. However he stood
near my champagne so I quickly went to
serve him and to my surprise hes that guy on
tv. Lol, he got a strong angmo accent. Hes cute! =)
And yes, he bought a champagne from me. Lol.
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&lt;br&gt;my blog is sorely neglected. Lol.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Been busy lately, working and outings.
Studies is also neglected, since
im the kind to skip school for work/going out.
Just got next month schedule and its like double 
the working days compared to this mth. Its all
at T3 though. which is considerably more slack.
Haha. I must save money already la. So that I can
really fulfill my overseas trip after exams. =)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I really like one of Jay Chou's new song! Two words,
mid tempo song. So nice, keep repeating that song.
His songs remind me of someone.. 
Someone who can sing like him, someone who
encourage and ignite the passion of singing in me :)
However, hes not mine anymore..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
plays 'm2m *The day you went away*'
lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Been thinking of it, maybe it's my fault too.
and hes like the only person i don't cringe
at for his whatever movement and speech. Not
that im judgemental but some things people
do totally get on my nerves la. tactless comments
for one. and then laughing like its even
funny. Oh yeah people who laugh too much, or at every single minor thing.
It's seriously not funny and damn damn irritating.
Maybe they think they are cute. Excuse me while I puke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Alritey back to the topic, god he doesnt make me
cringe! Almost a first. Lol. And he listens. Very important.
Most people talk more than they listen. And disregard what you say,
to move the focus to them. Or maybe ask you some stupid questions
where the answers are so obvious.
I don't enjoying blogging and reading blogs as a matter of fact.
I rather they update me in person la. People who blog regularly with loads of photos are narsasistic
in my opinion. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I super detest people who play music loudly in the bus, train
whatever place they are in. One time I can't stand it and unconsciously 
said 'wah lao' quite loudly. Damn funny. 



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22 nov 2008- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a date to rememeber.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
something i may regret yet its definitely memorable.
im not telling cos it might jinx things up. in fact
i might be the one doing so in the end. But sometimes
the more I think of it, the anger in me fueled up.
I must have my own stand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1672149731742273067?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1672149731742273067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1672149731742273067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1672149731742273067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1672149731742273067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-blog-is-sorely-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/SSr-1MxrWvI/AAAAAAAAACo/iNrrSq9WP0s/s72-c/starbuckkkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-588751452415010332</id><published>2008-09-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:09:06.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have decided to go our separate ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

All I can say is we are really not suitable..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

and it took these 2 and a half months to determine it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don't ever call me again thanks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;br&gt;
You know, when they say bad(or good?) things come in pairs or double
trouble, I guess it's true! &lt;br&gt;And I was sick again this morning.&lt;br&gt;
cancelled my plans for today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Brand new Start, gonna be happy like an happylime. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-588751452415010332?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/588751452415010332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=588751452415010332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/588751452415010332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/588751452415010332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-decided-to-go-our-separate-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-1247313438668391766</id><published>2008-08-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:45:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/SKKewKd6_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/t9iO2gWdqyk/s1600-h/952_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/SKKewKd6_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/t9iO2gWdqyk/s320/952_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233920267238702354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Gift from Korea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386785366406935803-1247313438668391766?l=pureicy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/feeds/1247313438668391766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386785366406935803&amp;postID=1247313438668391766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1247313438668391766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386785366406935803/posts/default/1247313438668391766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureicy.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift-from-korea.html' title=''/><author><name>icY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831173685374850050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WAmfOOIi7E/SKKewKd6_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/t9iO2gWdqyk/s72-c/952_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386785366406935803.post-2476220465890212261</id><published>2008-08-13T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:33:15.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta try to update today! I'm slacking in the office.
Aiya super lazy to type everything too..
my vacation have been really busy yet fulfilling.
Im so glad to find jobs after I finished the current ones,
however I totally overspent again and now Im kinda broke. =(
i can't even remember what I did spend on that made me so poor
now. Shits.
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Some of the major things that happened, mostly my first times!
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140708-  Bowled for the first time! It's true since I never
participate even though physically Im in the bowling ground..
And.. I got beginner's luck too! Everytime I threw the ball,
I could hear my friends giggling/laughing behind me. Hais cos
they said the way I throw damn funny, and the impact is like
Im trying to break the floor. Lol. Im going to get the video
from my friend. ^^
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150708-180708- FOC. Tiring but made some friends there.. I think
the last day was more fun. Lol.
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180708-210808 REDANG! Something I had been looking forward to for
so long! However travelling time was super long by coach! We arrived
at the next morning, where we had breakfast, then proceeded to snorkle.
It was kinda fun. I saw corals, colorful fishes,and really large ones that
looked capable of devouring us!
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The beaches are super clear and blue! You can even see small
fishes in the shallow parts. I swear I could just stay in the water
the whole day basically just doing nothing. =)
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the second day however was not as smooth sailing. I actually
got sea sick and napped in the boat. And because of this, I missed the incident 
of my friend vommitting! Of course this is not why I want to see. But do you
know the fishes in the sea actually ate the vommit, they traveled in schools at
lighting speed, I heard. I woke up feeling super refreshed though. Lol.
Went drinking at night, helped some of my friends to finish their drinks,
cannot waste, their cocktails super nice unlike mine! I don't like bloody mary..
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Shall upload photos when I reached home. If I remember. HAHAS.
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240708- Went JB! Had a great time shopping, its my first time going malaysia
with friends but the things there are so much cheaper! Esp the food! 
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260708- 270708- n.e.x.t challenge! This is something similar to amazing race,
city venture kinda game. I was so psyched to win, cos I thought the top prize
was 10,000 dollars cash! It was actually $10, 000 worth of total prizes, $3000
being the top prize where have to split for the 5 members in the team.
But still quite okay rite? But our knowledge of Singapore like totally sux, and
we ended up the last few teams. Hee. The experience is what it matters anyway.
We are good in games like suduko, and more physical games that required teamwork.
But to find the place from the clue was like the biggest time waster. =(
I lost my ezlink card, atm card n my personal card in my MY melody holder!
Im super sad, cos the ezlink card was my poly one and I cannot make a new one 
anymore- I called the cab company and xq even accompanied me back to the places
we've been for the games. This was the not so good part. Fruitless trip, and I reached home exhausted.

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280708- Started new job at Bugis selling Japanese make up and also beauty products (mostly hair). The  cool thing was I got my hair and make up done by the people there everyday. The products are very sweet smelling, hmm i like!
They said I did too mimimal make up of my own. Lol.. Oh and I got to wear a yukata!
It looks like a kimono but it's not. I &lt;3 the pink one most! There's many requests
to take photographs with them, mostly foreigners. Hehe. i saw many friends each day!
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Of course all these comes with a price. It's quite uncomfortable at times to wear
a yukata and serve customers esp when you need to squat or bend down to take the
products. With the heat enamating from the top, it was unbearably hot at times. And
got sales target to hit! Mine was not too bad I think. cos we got to record each time
we made a sale. And certain products I can earn extra if I manage to sell, but its so hard!

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Halfway through my job, someone called me, a police officer had found my card holder
containing all my cards =) That was super duper good news, luckily I have not report loss of my cards yet! except for the atm card =( procrastinating is good. got home in his car nearly everyday, hurray for my tired legs..
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Pictures will be uploaded when I got them.. Haha.. 
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Just last week, I started my job at SGH, its a data entry based, its all thanks
to LC. Got a dinner treat from G, my god-brother. Haha it was a buffet thus we kept
stuffing ourselves. pretty good stuffs.
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In between theres ktv and more shopping. . .
I bought a GUESS bag for my mum! Im not really into branded stuff(Maybe cos im always broke haha) but I know she wants a new bag and theres a promotion! It's totally worth it when I saw her satisfied and happy face. =)
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I'm officially addicted to shopping! Maybe work is too mundane.. I really wonder whether I am suitable for office jobs. It's like super boring, being confined in a room, doing the same old things. At least being a promoter, I can actually interact with customers and relatively more challenging than sitting in a desk-bound environment. Oh well, at least I still got one more year to decide..
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