<?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-3967920794175235585</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:41:12.086+08:00</updated><category term='vanity'/><category term='moblog'/><category term='gucci'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='beautiful stuff'/><category term='tinges of ting'/><category term='parties'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='schedules'/><category term='bintan'/><category term='yammers'/><category term='random'/><category term='cherryblossomtown'/><category term='banker'/><category term='my gourmet life'/><category term='de trop'/><category term='school'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='fetish'/><category 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i would get a domain.. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. off to &lt;a href="http://tingesofting.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress-ed&lt;/a&gt;! see ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2235893592832519963?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2235893592832519963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2235893592832519963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2235893592832519963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2235893592832519963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-going-to-wordpress-to-get-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1355409369228191434</id><published>2009-06-10T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:32:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough negative vibes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tingesofting.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress-ed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw in my pm on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother where i am blogging. it doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1355409369228191434?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1355409369228191434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1355409369228191434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1355409369228191434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1355409369228191434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/06/enough-negative-vibes.html' title='enough negative vibes.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3089649721340865662</id><published>2009-06-02T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:20:43.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from taipei lovin' on friday.&lt;br /&gt;468 photos in my cam, not inclusive of my phone's and hunnie's cam.&lt;br /&gt;great ppl, great fun, great loots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, taipei didn't help - as expected.&lt;br /&gt;i know escaping won't do any good.&lt;br /&gt;but i really just wanna be free from everything for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;my life, my room, myself.. all in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some peace, some time, some space..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3089649721340865662?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3089649721340865662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3089649721340865662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3089649721340865662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3089649721340865662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-taipei-didnt-help-as-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-514993140819770972</id><published>2009-05-24T00:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:10:54.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'>goodbye all, hello taipei.</title><content type='html'>it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for taipei in approx. 13 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;not too rational decision, but made on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;because i simply had enough.&lt;br /&gt;friends thinks it's too last minute, but no.. i have been waiting for this chance to escape.&lt;br /&gt;escape from worries of not getting a job(and if you think i'm very fussy, i'm sorry, it's not exactly the case. i won't accept any job, but i won't reject just any. i am actually ready to take on a recruitment consultant in recruit express. yes, market is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;bad. or maybe my luck.), from the fucked up feeling of being broke, from waking up not knowing what to do..&lt;br /&gt;escape from pretending i am alright.. and happy.&lt;br /&gt;from this, and that, and you, and them.&lt;br /&gt;i really had enough.&lt;br /&gt;i actually hope this trip last a year or 2, at least.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;after this 6 days, i'll be back as an unemployed in debts..&lt;br /&gt;worrying about whether i can land my ass in a job.&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope i would leave part of my mind and heart in taipei, come back and start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;i've care enough, done enough, love enough, protect enough..&lt;br /&gt;let me be selfish when i come back.. or let all my wounds heal by then.&lt;br /&gt;if i come back and care less, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;if i come back happy, good for me.&lt;br /&gt;all the best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all.. don't worry, boyfren and i are fine. we have problems but working on it.. nothing very serious. it's really more on my own life. and this isn't any pms shit anymore. joycie is right.. i'm losing it - again. i need to sleep early, get plenty of rest, stop thinking of unnecessary stuff and no more upsetting things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;and, i hope mummy's not too worried about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-514993140819770972?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-6046571691748565693</id><published>2009-05-21T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:35:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woman are like that.. it takes us 10 mins to choose something and a min to dump it.&lt;br /&gt;(i forgot to mention.. this is from hunnie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not word for word though. but you get the flow luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i took very long to decide on blogspot, then lj then wp. then i just shift back to bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. i need to prepare to go for a talk. LOL. update tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6046571691748565693?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6046571691748565693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6046571691748565693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6046571691748565693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6046571691748565693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/05/woman-are-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2348691759859251013</id><published>2009-05-20T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:42:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really want to blog..</title><content type='html'>but i really need it private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2348691759859251013?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2348691759859251013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2348691759859251013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2348691759859251013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2348691759859251013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-want-to-blog.html' title='i really want to blog..'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2024010721614844913</id><published>2009-05-15T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:45:35.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? some itchy cb is contemplating to moving to wordpress again. because i see hunnie there. LOL. cannot blame hunnie.. imo, wordpress really is good except no customizing, no tag board. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to see how much wordpress improved.. knn, now can send from email and can put tags also lor. and, can +delay 1hr or 1 day then it will auto post when the time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking amazing to me lor. what the fuck man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm damn suaku or i'm am IT idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference now is that, i'm thinking of getting my own domain. $12sgd. not too bad right? it's this cheap because i prolly will be leeching on my bro's account or something. heh. how sia? why i always like to put myself in dilemma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2024010721614844913?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2024010721614844913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2024010721614844913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2024010721614844913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2024010721614844913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-what-some-itchy-cb-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5530595367253151712</id><published>2009-05-07T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:11:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..&lt;br /&gt;you think you really know me very well, good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper's on friday, why am i not happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5530595367253151712?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5530595367253151712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5530595367253151712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5530595367253151712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5530595367253151712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6792743276646211740</id><published>2009-05-03T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:32:24.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm glad i've made the right choice to not wait till i'm better..&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i hopped into the cab right away. the uncle is nice, chatted with me through the ride home.. even though my heart still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody treats me this way..&lt;br /&gt;nobody scream at me, when they are in the wrong.. not anyone close at least.&lt;br /&gt;nobody threw my stuff.. especially not when i NEVER did threw yours. at most, i throw my OWN stuff when i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;nobody threw my notes.. not when my exam is days away.&lt;br /&gt;nobody hurt me with words only to say, i don't know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;nobody brings my family into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;nobody repeatedly do such thing to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with bad temper from young, i never thought i could become where/how i am now.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still gets angry at little things, so little, so insignificant. but i get over as fast and i won't say any shit what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could stop saying hurtful and fucked up things when i'm angry, why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;did i grow up or did you not love me enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept quiet. and why? because you were flaring and i am very fucking angry and hurt. if i ever did open my mouth, it should be deadly. i'm known for that. but time and again, i still manage to control and not say cb stuff. i manage to think rationally and speak after thinking. but what did you do to me? you kept flaring and flaring.. even when i kept quiet. you snatch and threw my notes because i didn't reply. mind you, even if i really did choose to study then it's normal. paper's on wednesday, and i'm not half way through. i ought to be fucking worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never stop and think when i calmly tell you stop. you think i'm threatening you. you never once sit down and attain your calm when i kept quiet. you would go on and hurt me with whatever fuck things. when you finally cool down, you tell me you don't mean it. you don't know what you saying, you don't know what you doing. but by then, you've already said so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never thought about why i did those i did. why i kept quiet. how i stop saying cb things. you always says because i'm good, because i'm better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say, because i put in effort, because i don't want to hurt people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;take it that i always flare and quarrel with you because i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;take it that i don't spare a thought for others. (yes, i'm still hurt from that. girls are known to forgive but not forget. it's especially the case if the thing is hurtful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing my parents would do to me is to starve me. my father is especially concerned about whether we have eaten. and that is what ALL parents does. take it that i'm spoiled in this sense.. take it that i get angry when i'm starving.. take it that i'm a glutton.. whichever, however way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are an ideal boyfren to many of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if this post would make anyone see him otherwise. which is definitely not my purpose of this entry. i just wanna vent it out.&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, this is tempting me to move to wordpress- again. for the same reason, again. i shifted over for it's privacy before and shifted back, for the skin. now look at this skin. whats the point eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very angry just now, so angry i felt a sudden grip in my heart, right from the moment i chose to stare at my notes and kept quiet. but i've got no choice to rest my heart, because i got angrier when my notes were snatched away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still feeling the gripping now. i don't know if i'm too hurt or and i getting heart attack. but this unhappiness/anger/hurt should end here. i should pack my emotions and hit my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just googled on heart attack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chest discomfort&lt;/strong&gt;. Most heart attacks involve discomfort in the center of the chest that lasts more than a few minutes, or that goes away and comes back. It can feel like &lt;strong&gt;uncomfortable pressure&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;squeezing&lt;/strong&gt;, fullness or pain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discomfort in other areas of the upper body. Symptoms can include pain or &lt;strong&gt;discomfort in one or both arms, the back&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;neck&lt;/strong&gt;, jaw or &lt;strong&gt;stomach&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortness of breath&lt;/strong&gt; with or without chest discomfort. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other signs may include breaking out in a cold sweat, &lt;strong&gt;nausea&lt;/strong&gt; or lightheadedness &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=3053"&gt;http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=3053&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though it says, "But women are somewhat more likely than men to experience some of the other common symptoms, particularly shortness of breath, nausea/vomiting, and back or jaw pain".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what now? am i dying? ahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6792743276646211740?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6792743276646211740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6792743276646211740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6792743276646211740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6792743276646211740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-glad-ive-made-right-choice-to-not.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-262779732161082257</id><published>2009-04-25T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:23:37.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'>1 down!</title><content type='html'>done with my international trade! now, let me bore you with some rantings before i proceed to study investment tmr! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't sure if i should be happy that i'm having econs subject as first paper. it was hard getting the momentum to study. i wasted some time, then i decided i should try study for trade cos it's econs and i might be able to get my ass to stay on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong wrong wrong. wasted another few days studying and getting distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, was determined to study. boyfren as well, so he drove me out to study. super on form! wednesday, studied at home.. fucking on form!! (to think ah chuan still ask me mambo. if i went, i would kill myself.) in my mind, 'cb. like that tmr just make sure i remember can liao.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i woke up feeling damn lum nua. started studying but was restless.. might be due to the weather. =.= fucking hot luh. (recently the wether's crazy. it's not easy to make a non-aircon person locked herself in aircon room.) so i tried to get in the mood.. kinda in the process, then someone act smart and pull me out to study! end up having a trip to changi airport for dinner because i cannot study there. and he's guilty because i end up totally no mood again! see lah! i say want stay home, don't let me stay. HAHAHA. i just wanna study at home that day luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed back home.. keep going through but couldn't seem to remember. got damn panic and went out for supper at 12am instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, can't sleep after i came back! yes, i'm still suffering from insomnia. zzz. same old thing, my body sleep, my mind don't want sleep. was thinking, die liao lor this time.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe hunnie is right. i need relaxants. some nights, i would panic.. for i don't know what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept and woke. slept and woke. finally woke up just in time to prepare and head to school. heh. tried to study on the bus and guess what?! i remembered everything! sibei form lor.. so i happily, confidently went for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you thought everything's good? i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote 2 page, 2 pages, 3 pages for first 3 qns. and i'm left with like 40mins for the remaining 3 qns. so limpei fuck care and point form all the way. knn, know how to do but not enough time to do. fucking sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i thought i could manage.. was calculating. 2hrs, 6 qns.. 1 qns = 20 mins. 1 qns = 20 marks. so, 1min = 1 mark. then i laugh it off. siao one.. sure can. hongkan lor. can sai lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i gotta decide if i wanna go for the re test. OH! I DIN MENTION THAT MY INTERNATIONAL TRADE TEST WAS VOIDED, DID I? well, it did. now we got a choice to let exam be 100% or go for re test. sigh. it was voided because they say the test paper leaked out. cb. i fucking studied for it lor.. i don't give a damn if they have the paper. i want my grade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sian cos.. it's after all my exams! meaning if i choose to go for the test, it's like exams extended.. no longer 8 may! whats more sian? this is my 1st paper, i gotta go through 3 other modules then come back study this. ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthefuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. why am i so good at whining and ranting?! HAHAHA! may i have a good night rest.. and be fucking on form from tmr onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-262779732161082257?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/262779732161082257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=262779732161082257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/262779732161082257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/262779732161082257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-down.html' title='1 down!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3286687676575120079</id><published>2009-04-18T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:08:39.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's at least another 1 month before i'm done. but i'm already missing hunnie, the bitches, steamboat gang, dotdotdot.. .. .. in fact i miss meeting everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my planning, unless i can squeeze more stuff into my brain faster, if not i will have just enough time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i am having a hard time getting myself to focus. very not discipline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept whinning that i don't want to study. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfren says i just need the damn momentum. he says i always whine that i don't want study. but when i get the momentum, i will be so disciplined i fucking won't stop. thinking back, i realised.. he's right. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will work this time round too. BUT FIRST, I FUCKING NEED TO BE DISCIPLINE AND GET THE CB MOMENTUM! nb. how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my blog layout is fucking out of shape. heh. bear with it ya?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3286687676575120079?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3286687676575120079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3286687676575120079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3286687676575120079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3286687676575120079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-at-least-another-1-month-before-im.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-882293985298841274</id><published>2009-04-17T14:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:20:25.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh! and i met a few friends at tampines 1 that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bumped into karene at the entrance, literally face to face. we were both waiting for friends there, and it would be amazing if we didn't see each other. heh. nice to meet you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MET REGINA!! &lt;/strong&gt;that knn mia bitch.. who didn't realise our existence until we were right in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;(did i miss out anyone else i saw? lol. so i only met 2 person there? hmmm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i where got never blog?! hahahha! happy anot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. got.. of cos got lah. i where got say you never ask me out? aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bloody bitch.. you know how you ask us anot? you said "next next saturday" "i contact/confirm you all again" only to not hear from you anymore. wah lau. expect lao niang(s) to pester you meh?! i got short term memory leh.. unless it's a confirm thing, it's high chance i will forget lor. hee. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have a lot of cases of friends saying, "okay, i confirm with you again." end up they didn't confirm, i also forgot. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tell you, you bloody hell confirm with us when you say you will, understand? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen.. it's okay lah. it's just a bottle of water. scarli you buy for me, i too touched, i don't bear to drink how?! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-882293985298841274?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/882293985298841274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=882293985298841274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/882293985298841274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/882293985298841274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-i-met-regina-at-tampines-1-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5383114447827665201</id><published>2009-04-16T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:40:22.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>lunchie date.</title><content type='html'>jen baby asked me out for lunch date because she knows i wasn't feeling very good.. as in recently lah. so sweet luh. was suppose to meet at 12 but i have no idea why we ended up meeting at like 2pm! LOL. we also ended up having double date.. with her mummy and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling's mummy is, as usual, cute and niceee. never had problem chatting with her alone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i realised, i'm quite good with mothers! LOL. her aunt is funny also lah.. also a mother by the way. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can chat with friends' mothers quite well lor, 99% of my friend's mothers. .. .. .. .. .. .. but not my boyfren's nor my ex-es. =.= are all boyfren's mothers so quiet and looked so fierce?! HAHAHHAHA. erm, ok, fish's mother likes me in a open manner. the others like me(according to the boyfren) but they are so quiet! maybe they secretly hates me. oh wells! maybe i'm just too used to my mother style. in case you have no idea.. be prepared to get suan-ed/disturb/pranked by my mummy if you are meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to tampines 1. it's fucking over rated lah.&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh. maybe the boyfrens' mother all reads my damn blog through the com's history and.. they don't like vulgar girls.. awwwww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at manpuku. the food's not nice lah. then again, it's either my family have weird taste or we are picky. we always go to those highly raved areas only to find them so-so. so, go try it yourself. it's like marche by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. uniqlo's queue was fuck long. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around after lunch.. seriously, everything was over rated. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i didn't touch my notes today.. okay, actually i did, a little. got home, flip a little, understand the part that i got stuck yesterday and came over to boyfren's. okay, met the guys for a little chilling before coming here. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson's at 9am tmr. god! 1.5hrs from my house but 0.5hrs from here! duh!! i hope i sleep well tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very random post. but not like i fucking care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5383114447827665201?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5383114447827665201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5383114447827665201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5383114447827665201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5383114447827665201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunchie-date.html' title='lunchie date.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4366760656235941123</id><published>2009-04-13T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:11:44.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><title type='text'>and i realised..</title><content type='html'>i've stop treating &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some used to think i'm very fake..&lt;br /&gt;because i can entertain people for hours, even those that my friends hate.&lt;br /&gt;because i can smile to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;because i can almost talk to anyone i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was respect. like, you haven done anything to me, why should i be mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i stop doing that. i don't seem to feel like entertaining everyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's good because i just seem to not like to talk totally! even to close friends. cheebyeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPPPPPP. I DON'T WANTTTTTTTTT. i still want to live up to my hyper active, crazy bitch or siao cb name. don't worry heh. i know i can. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4366760656235941123?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4366760656235941123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4366760656235941123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4366760656235941123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4366760656235941123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-realised.html' title='and i realised..'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5929357629089287038</id><published>2009-04-12T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:42:31.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i have no fucking idea what kind of feeling this is.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to do.. i have been staring at this screen. blog surfing, even to people i don't know, fb-ing.. wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;too many sleepless nights.. enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;wasted 1 week not doing anything at all.. not sleeping well.. falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;what's with 1 week? it's only 1 fucking week. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, and i know.. i can be rather hard on myself.&lt;br /&gt;since my monitor screwed a couple of months ago, i have been using the older kind.. big and fat ones. tried to get the dvi cable to try yesterday but still can't work.. so i totally stop using my own computer altogether..&lt;br /&gt;a part of me wanted to do that as a punishment for not studying.. and also hope it could help me study better.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i feel not disciplined enough. i'm angry in fact.&lt;br /&gt;i've been told that i'm very disciplined. ha. am i? not good enough in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;i get angry at myself.. i get angry when i skip school. i get angry when i didn't want to wake up. i get angry when i don't want to study. i keep getting angry at myself..&lt;br /&gt;i feel angry when on the way home just now because i felt like i'm going to have fever again. but wtf. is this amount of water not enough? to think i can survive without a drop of water.. for weeks? wtf the wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i have so many things in my head i feel like going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, just what the fuck is going on?&lt;br /&gt;i should really get to bed. but i dread it.. i dread not being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i so fucking swear i had enough. I AM SO GONNA FALL ASLEEP SOON LATER! I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;and if i don't i am going get angry at myself again.. sigh. so i hope i better be able to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;am going over to granny's tmr. and i will make sure my table's ready for study BY tmr night.&lt;br /&gt;monday, i MUST start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. is that all for now, ting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;love yourself more?&lt;/s&gt; you can't afford the time. 1st paper in less than 10 days.. 2 days diff for 2 papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5929357629089287038?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5929357629089287038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5929357629089287038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5929357629089287038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5929357629089287038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6569715870892425267</id><published>2009-04-09T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:32:06.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what is wrong.. i'm feeling very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to be happy that i fell sick.. i don't even know why i'm sick. mummy will say it's because there's no lesson anymore, that i always falls sick during holiday since young. knn. if it's true, my body must be the stupidest on earth. =.=&lt;br /&gt;(random: 3 extra lesson were scheduled for us yesterday. so if it's scheduled before that, maybe i won't be sick now. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i have been drinking water.. so the only thing i can think of is, lack of rest. try having the amt of rest i had for the past weeks. i thought i would die.. so i should be happy i'm just sick. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another good news is.. i am able to sleep damn well these 2 days that i'm sick. =.= now fever's gone.. but i still feel sick. i don't wanna do anything.. my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this weird feeling i have everytime i'm sick.. i feel like getting angry, stomping my feet, throwing stuff, whine into my pillow.. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright.. i guess i haven had enough of childhood days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon! i need to study for exams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6569715870892425267?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6569715870892425267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6569715870892425267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6569715870892425267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6569715870892425267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-what-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5038540396055458431</id><published>2009-04-08T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:56:44.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels like fuck to sing when you have cramps and bloats. it feels like i'm bursting anytime..&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks to reach home having flu.. and waking up feeling so sick. i'm not going school and i will miss my revision lecture. :( i hope i recover by thurs night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all you need to read.&lt;br /&gt;it's very very very random.. continue only if you wish to.&lt;br /&gt;but i will not be liable if it feels offensive to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about me is, do not make me feel obliged to do something. when i feel obliged, you prolly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will never&lt;/span&gt; get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never like a possessive boyfren. it drives me crazy. the more he tries to find out, the more i won't let him know. the more he wants my attention, the more he doesn't get it. the more he control me, the more he won't see me.&lt;br /&gt;(here, i'm not saying my boyfren is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for those who spare a thought for me. thank you for those who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i want to do something, i won't need you to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i do have a problem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway..&lt;br /&gt;hunnie, 飞吧..&lt;br /&gt;勇敢追奔向到终点&lt;br /&gt;痛过的泪水换来是甜美&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2745451547862975880</id><published>2009-04-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:23:54.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to tiffy..</title><content type='html'>thanks.. i'm feeling better. yesterday i fell into a deep slumber. i think i kinda release what i kept inside through blogging, spending time with friends and talking to people.. even if it means not talking about my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i used to keep things to myself completely.. but i learn to let go a little, rather i force myself to let go a little. and you will be amazed how this 'little' can make you so much better. even now, i still cannot say everything out. normally i would say only abit.. even if people ask. sometimes my friends dig and dig and dig just for me to say one sentence or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think ultimately only you can decide what to do for yourself. you don't have to say everything out, i don't do that as well. but you need to know when to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for friends, it's all about giving and taking. you can still share your problem with your best friend even if she's miles away. email, blog, msn.. it's not about the distance.. it's about getting it out from yourself. even if it all fails, just bear in mind you have her who care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is busy, my friends all are as well. but i'm sure your friends are willingly to spare a little time for you. if their way don't work for you, tell them. tell them drinking doesn't work for you.. if they insist, then it's either they have a unique way of caring or they don't at all. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, just spend time with your loved ones.. it makes you better too! it worked for me.. sometimes i don't share my problem. i merely spend time with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and you don't need to really talk to a close friend to feel better. sometimes it's better to talk to someone distance without mentioning those deep details. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.  don't be silly, don't be jealous of me.  i think you magnified my situation quite a bit. :/ sometimes i guess, it's us who makes things more difficult for ourselves. sometimes we overlook what our friends did and feel taken granted for. sometimes we think no one is willing to listen, but in fact it's because we never did try talking. sometimes we think no one care, but it's not true. sometimes we magnified other people's happiness and zoom out on ours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoom in on your happiness, my dear.. you have a loving husband and that's something not every woman can get or have. you have your little kayden, and thats what makes a mother proud and happy!! do things you like, it makes you better even if you don't talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cRFJ0hxXZn8/SdazqDenR5I/AAAAAAAABNg/8HsM8JLX2xU/s320/DSC02156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cRFJ0hxXZn8/SdazqDenR5I/AAAAAAAABNg/8HsM8JLX2xU/s320/DSC02156.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy sad sad, kayden also sad sad! so mummy shouldn't emo! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2745451547862975880?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2745451547862975880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-8029884443238811069</id><published>2009-04-06T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:55:56.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not long after i finished my post yesterday, a good friend called me to share his experience in a bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my decision wavered. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever man. shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i just wasted the whole day playing game.. doing nothing. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8029884443238811069?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8029884443238811069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8029884443238811069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8029884443238811069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8029884443238811069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-long-after-i-finished-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-256870382361539014</id><published>2009-04-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:42:32.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'>life's can be quite a bitch, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>i've been suffering from insomnia for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a week. it's so torturing and i cried because i wanted to sleep so much.. i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night, i went to bed feeling very tired.. physically? i toss and turn a while before my body sleeps. i could feel that i'm too tired/lazy to move my body.. but my mind is still awake, thinking of tossing and thinking of i dunno what.. or i refuse to know what, thinking i can go to sleep if i push it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i feel tired mentally as well. but my mind refuse to sleep. i don't know how long it takes before my mind takes a short nap.. then wakes up and repeat the cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything around me feels unreal and i reckon it's because i'm too tired. it's so torturing i felt like my energy's all sucked up and i will collapse and die anytime. LOL. funny and weird feeling, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing because i don't see why my mind just can't sleep. i studied hard for my test, i thought hard on the crossroad, i thought about life, about friends..&lt;br /&gt;(maybe it's because my brain worked too much that it thought it's open for 24hrs. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this insomnia let me have the chance to do what i couldn't last time..&lt;br /&gt;i played truth or truth with bingbongshercrystal. somehow, i don't know why.. but it makes me miss those time i talk to them about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;i sat aimlessly with hunnie and joyce at mac till wee hours.. sharing our views on different stuff. i really like the idea of sharing views without the feeling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hian toh teng-ing&lt;/span&gt; (turning the tables) from anyone. haha..&lt;br /&gt;.. then with joyce till daybreak at my house. taking about soo many things.. despite our differences in our views, and many things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i met lovely friends for sushi when i have merely a few of hrs sleep then walked the whole damn day, took neoprints, having 3 person shared a 2 piece chicken and others tio 'tok' by buying a few snackers when the amount can get them a proper meal.&lt;br /&gt;i also sat aimlessly with bingbongcrystal at esplanade talking about almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;(i cannot remember what else i did. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that i am also trying to help heal a precious broken heart, wanting her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i also spend time chatting with friends on msn.&lt;br /&gt;and i was talking to one about some work related stuff..&lt;br /&gt;"the more i learn the more i think i duno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agreed and added..&lt;br /&gt;"the more i find out, the more i feel lost&lt;br /&gt;the more i think i dunno&lt;br /&gt;then the more i want to find out&lt;br /&gt;then the cycle repeats.. "&lt;br /&gt;ending it with vulgarities, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's we who complicate things ourselves. when it's so clear yet we refuse to acknowledge.. instead try to dig and find and learn more.. more and more and more until you moves to another topic, until you get confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually i have no idea where this post is heading*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! okays, maybe i wanted to say that i feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if others know or care about my insomnia.. it doesn't matter if i was feeling like shit and who came to me for attention.. it doesn't matter if who who who is emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can do that much.. and i felt quite upset about it initially.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter now because i know of people who care and appreciate me. people who are having their problem but did not take me for granted.. still willing to bother about me and giving me advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very contradicting.. despite having this crossroad shit to think about, i feel simple and happy. it's like i'm having a very complicated problem, yet i am indulging in simple things in life? and i really do feel happy. x)&lt;br /&gt;(the problem is complicated, to me at least. though it seems quite simple in the eyes of others. o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop trying to be an architect for my life. i cannot &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; design my life like the way they did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sdhnhf3_tiI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Eyemmtogrw/s1600-h/SDC10625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sdhnhf3_tiI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Eyemmtogrw/s320/SDC10625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321116784927946274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;.. and guide it accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; it's not a building and one day my purpose in life might change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's my life, with ups and downs, twist and turns.. so why act like an architect trying to draw the whole damn thing out and worrying about whether it will crumple when i haven even try?&lt;br /&gt;or worrying if this is not the best design i can draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm. i better still have this in mind the next morning i wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: you said i taught you how to be a friend.. though i thought i didn't do anything but i felt happy. and you, you taught me how simple can be so beautiful. although i think i will never ever gonna be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;simple.. i will work toward striving for a balance at least. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3967920794175235585-256870382361539014?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/256870382361539014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=256870382361539014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/256870382361539014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/256870382361539014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-can-be-quite-bitch-isnt-it.html' title='life&apos;s can be quite a bitch, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sdhnhf3_tiI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Eyemmtogrw/s72-c/SDC10625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-5756326076365471069</id><published>2009-03-30T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:38:19.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><title type='text'>when a rich speaks.. hmmm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time to invest in stocks and property, says Li Ka-Shing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG: - The oracle of Hong Kong has spoken. And his message: It's time to consider buying stocks and real estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proclamation on Thursday by Mr Li Ka-Shing, the self-made billionaire who controls some of Hong Kong's largest companies and carries enormous sway among investors throughout Asia, was made at a rare public appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exuding confidence, he joked with reporters and looked anything but depressed about the sharp fall in profit his companies reported on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he is proved right about stocks and property - and he certainly has a lot to gain personally if he is right - his comments come at a time when stock markets have rallied on hopes that the economic slump may be bottoming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you have money in your pocket', consider buying into stocks, said the tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the property market in Hong Kong, he said: 'History tells us that if you buy in a slow market, in the medium term, you get good returns.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He advised against borrowing to invest in what remains a shaky and volatile environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were couched with caution, Mr Li's comments were enough to echo around the investment world and helped send the Hang Seng Index up 3.6 per cent on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Shares prices closed 0.07 per cent higher yesterday as investors traded cautiously after the recent bull run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;some singapore tycoon please say sg stocks will fall further! hehhehheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5756326076365471069?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5756326076365471069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-5952852240262956838</id><published>2009-03-27T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:02:01.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><title type='text'>我不是你想像那麼勇敢</title><content type='html'>everytime i hear that song, i feel like crying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH. over blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5952852240262956838?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5952852240262956838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-1463519376921577138</id><published>2009-03-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:46:21.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>放了爱</title><content type='html'>你指向远方爱情很晴朗&lt;br /&gt;笑问不如今后就我们俩&lt;br /&gt;怕泪会反光钻进你胸膛&lt;br /&gt;但那不是感动是泪无法储藏&lt;br /&gt;把美梦锁上以为是天堂&lt;br /&gt;羽翼折起在你身边静静躺&lt;br /&gt;却只能用目光空中翱翔&lt;br /&gt;还得乔装安份靠在你肩膀&lt;br /&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我&lt;br /&gt;该怎麼生活 放了爱&lt;br /&gt;你说你喜欢我笑得开朗&lt;br /&gt;你越温柔我越不想撒谎&lt;br /&gt;我已办不到你想要的那样&lt;br /&gt;客气地配合你我感觉更勉强&lt;br /&gt;别人的幸福何必要模仿&lt;br /&gt;心不在何苦留躯壳在身旁&lt;br /&gt;加满自由我要无重量飞翔&lt;br /&gt;就算以分离收场&lt;br /&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我&lt;br /&gt;该怎麼生活放了爱&lt;br /&gt;会明白有种拥有 叫作放手&lt;br /&gt;我的心为爱流离失所&lt;br /&gt;紧握最后回家的线索&lt;br /&gt;等到寻获真正的我&lt;br /&gt;证明我决定没有错&lt;br /&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我 想要的生活&lt;br /&gt;放了爱 你会明白 有种拥有 叫作放手&lt;br /&gt;放了爱 我放了爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1463519376921577138?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1463519376921577138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1463519376921577138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1463519376921577138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1463519376921577138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_27.html' title='放了爱'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5787238279154312903</id><published>2009-03-27T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:14:55.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>i so swear the next thing i wanna do once i'm available is to meet her.</title><content type='html'>(aside the plan of going ecp with dotdotdot tmr. because it's already planned beforehand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it sucks to go back on promises you made.. even if you made it to yourself. it sucks to linger and wonder where to go.. it always happen when i'm emo. but i know it sucks more when it's after a broken relationship. i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hang on love, i will watch you take off your mask soon. (i have some time to spare after my test next week and before my exams!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, the more you try to cry, the more you can't. and when you try to hold back, you break into tears. maybe it's applies to the 'weaker sex', but fuck it. life's full of such irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, stop trying to convince yourself that you are happy alone, you are not. but you will be, in time to come. for now, you need your friends.. even if they are busy. you know they care and do worry about you. (like me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your pride is too heavy, put it down, take a rest. do whatever you feel like doing.. go for spa, toss in bed, watch tv, chat with your mom.. just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most irritating thing after a break up is feeling very empty and lost. you no longer call someone after work, no longer have someone to meet you for dinner up to 4 times a week, sometimes even more. life suddenly felt very weird.. but it's a habit you need to break, hun. (even if it's love that maintained the relationship, we cannot deny some parts are cultivated as habits after awhile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it makes you feel better to disappear, do it. but do it safe and take care of yourself. if any point, it makes you feel worst, please re-appear! :/ (apparently sometimes being alone does make it worst. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please allow me to witness you take off your mask next week. i'll call you once my test is over! i'm sure you'll walk out of this mess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with plenty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;hunnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5787238279154312903?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5787238279154312903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5787238279154312903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5787238279154312903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5787238279154312903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-so-swear-next-thing-i-wanna-do-once.html' title='i so swear the next thing i wanna do once i&apos;m available is to meet her.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7878323067727771166</id><published>2009-03-24T18:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:15:00.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life on the road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful stuff'/><title type='text'>it's darlings day!</title><content type='html'>dinner with elmo, jen, joyce and amos then to marina barrage. i especially love peaceful places when i emo. (pictures up later? i'm lazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at jen darling's place and we chatted till dawn while elmo sleeps like a log. imagine our thunderous laughter.. okay, more like hyena-like giggles. often, we disturb nik and coeus, or anyone next door from their sleep. :x amazing elmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set off to send my other darlings, coeus and elmo to camp before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you.. despite trying to get back fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixsFCVkRI/AAAAAAAAACg/8H0_gYqVW5E/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixsFCVkRI/AAAAAAAAACg/8H0_gYqVW5E/s320/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316694730935210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixsvCnrVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Uizy51hABtk/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixsvCnrVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Uizy51hABtk/s320/DSC00773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316694742210686290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and getting pissed at road hogging woman.. i didn't feel very bad at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why my surrounding friends (mostly males) hate female drivers. i traveled at less than 80km/hr for awhile, enough to suck my patience up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at lane one&lt;/span&gt;.. because this woman refuse to move out and i cannot overtake from left because i don't have a chance. i'm literally stuck there. =.= high beamed and there's no response. god.. elmo, you are wrong when you said high beam a girl and she will run far far. damn, or does that not work for woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this another woman that drives into my lane. =.= okay, i'm guilty of traveling in between lanes sometimes, but thats because there is  no car behind what! imagine, i'm just right beside her! zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Scixspx-HQI/AAAAAAAAACw/eT3TW_Wbtl8/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Scixspx-HQI/AAAAAAAAACw/eT3TW_Wbtl8/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316694740798676226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixtRA_V9I/AAAAAAAAADA/IYYTHDtURgo/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixtRA_V9I/AAAAAAAAADA/IYYTHDtURgo/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316694751330654162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the scenery makes my mood so much better and thats why i didn't feel like shit! skies at 6+ to 7+.. beautiful! these photos don't do justice to their beauty.. AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixtDjyCtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hmFh0M9yGHc/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixtDjyCtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hmFh0M9yGHc/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316694747718486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been some time since i hang out till day break. heh. i don't know if it is what i do when i emo or it's what i did that makes me emo. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling, i will remember.. 旁观者清, 当局者迷! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets: ask for a movie instead!!&lt;br /&gt;bing: emo because i emo lor.. you don't know meh?! LOL. hmm. don't really got reception in bunk and office? is that a good or bad thing? maybe it save you from my crap and you can play your psp instead! HAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i realised, i kinda have not enough time for my international trade test! maybe i will head to mac to study later! will do my schedule up again for the convenience of myself and my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7878323067727771166?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7878323067727771166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7878323067727771166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7878323067727771166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7878323067727771166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-darlings-day.html' title='it&apos;s darlings day!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/ScixsFCVkRI/AAAAAAAAACg/8H0_gYqVW5E/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-959840561445766313</id><published>2009-03-23T04:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:05:05.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>emo-ing. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7KtiSt7O4c&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" rel="0&amp;amp;border=" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGl8dfOCrAs&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" rel="0&amp;amp;border=" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is one of the most heartwarming birthday present i received.&lt;br /&gt;(yes bing, i still always feel like crying when i see it. for that, i will uphold what i said, i'm still available for chatting when you're bored ok? lol! after bmt not so useful, but now that you need to do duty, maybe it will be useful again. HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still do keep other touching messages from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always say that "在这世上没有谁少了谁就活不下. " (no one is indispensable in this world.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but is that really true?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i went to this fortune telling shop with flaky, actually to asked about marriage dates for them. then i did this for fun. after analyzing my name + birthday.. this is a small part..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"... 但欠下许多感情债。一生在桃花中寻寻觅觅，但难有一个让你真正倾心投缘人，异性缘极佳的你其实感情生活非常痛苦，难得良缘。"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it mentioned something like i'm actually very miserable although i look very good on the surface. hahaha! i'm not a very pangtang person but overall, its really quite accurate. i'm not saying that what i mentioned is true, they just makes me ponder.. the others that i thought was quite true wasn't mentioned. heh. might take a picture of it and upload because typing word by word is.. argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, *look at time* i should really sleep. feel so random and emo. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-959840561445766313?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/959840561445766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=959840561445766313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/959840561445766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/959840561445766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/emo-ing.html' title='emo-ing. :('/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7136456627883477023</id><published>2009-03-21T15:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:42:49.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i have a few things to blog about.. like boyfren's advanced bday celebration, and crazy ktv session with the.. erm. undotdotdot? LOL. crystal and i were chatting before sher came.. i certainly miss the old times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT! i don't feel like blogging those events. rather emo now.&lt;br /&gt;(yah, what a fucking retarded thing.. emo in the afternoon. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my life up so much i have no time to do what i used to do. i miss those outings. yesyes we grow up, we move on. i don't expect outings every single weekend, burning our lungs every 2 weeks or so.. but at least once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's busy, i'm good.. time flies, too fast in fact.&lt;br /&gt;am i happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a happier perspective, i no longer have mind games to play. i no longer need to read into people's sentence.&lt;br /&gt;is that really good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i did those in the past, i am also very observant. i can tell what's wrong with my friends without them speaking, with 90% accuracy or something. i know who's hiding, who's honest. who's not fine and who's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm becoming like a blockhead. i almost cannot see who's bothered, who needs some support.. maybe i'm too busy to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? i don't feel like me anymore. i feel like i become such a boring and serious person. i stop having lots of fun even when i go out. :( i stop snapping pictures. i used to snap away like the camera's or phone's mine.. and that's because i am having fun, and that i am happy.. so i wanna keep those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. all gone. is life ahead really not as peaceful and carefree after 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way.. if you haven realised, cherryblossom town is gone. joycie wants to set up another one with me, sharing my load. but it all depends i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss rolling on bed reflecting or just thinking of nothing. now, every single second seems precious to me. and it's not a very good thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just wanna lead life simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming that out loud. :( quite looking forward to another ecp session. crystal seems serious about going again next week, and i hope it is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Received this message from Fashion Bar saying that there is this $5 martini for the whole month of March, only for LADIES!! I want some martini!! Hee! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from tiffany's blog. OMG! $5 martini~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7136456627883477023?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7136456627883477023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7136456627883477023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7136456627883477023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7136456627883477023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/actually-i-have-few-things-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3968480078932626529</id><published>2009-03-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:07:21.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phlook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phlook.com/logo/phlooklogo_150x80_1.gif" alt="Phlook" border="0" width="150" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this seem interesting! hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3968480078932626529?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3968480078932626529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3968480078932626529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3968480078932626529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3968480078932626529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-seem-interesting-hahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5846676497996889691</id><published>2009-03-14T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:21:43.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endeavors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>resolution 1st quarter review + add on.</title><content type='html'>LOL. machiam financial report.. got quarterly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;better time management&lt;br /&gt;for school, for work, for myself, for family, for friends!&lt;br /&gt;remark: failed badly. gotta try harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink more water&lt;br /&gt;fall sick lesser!&lt;br /&gt;remark: doing well! keep it up! weeeeeee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;go greener&lt;br /&gt;have been going green though i didn't put it as my resolution last year. so this year, i will go greener!&lt;br /&gt;remark: doing my usual environmental friendly actions. not much chance to go greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;more self-discipline&lt;br /&gt;remark: i think i have less now. damnit! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;love myself more&lt;br /&gt;would also mean, be more kind to myself. this is a must in my every year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;remark: ongoing thingy. sometimes i do forget about it, but it's fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;love everyone more.&lt;br /&gt;remark: i guess i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile more, laugh more, love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;remark: doing good! i've been smiling more to people i come in contact with. i'll do more! i was told that i have a very unfriendly look, some say dao.. some say cool.(maybe they are just being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; HAHAHA. but after they know me.. too bad lah. they just hope i really am 'dao'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;add on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dress up more.&lt;br /&gt;this is to stop being lazy. i'm always so lazy i just 'lup' a top and shorts ALL THE TIME. zzz. i even skip make up, many times. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;take more photos!&lt;br /&gt;this is to make sure i have ample photos to keep wonderful memories of my life! on top of that, i can make full use of my camera! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;did i mention i gotten a camera as 'christmas present' last year? my family don't have this habit of giving christmas present. haha. it was a free gift when flaky bought our tv. i was suppose to pay a hundred buck for it, but flaky was kind enough to give it to me as my 'present' instead. overall is not bad.. it uses AA batt, which i guess it's quite a good thing. i've friends who brought camera out only to realised they forgot to charge or sometimes when you take too much and your batt died. i've a 4gb memory card! so i guess i need a longer life batt or at least something i can get off the shelves anytime? HAHAHA! but of cos, i'll getting rechargable AA to save the environment. using the normal AA is when i forget to charge or if it died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its a little bulky though. thats the only bad thing about it so far. heh. okays. too much on my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back to topic* will work on my add on resolution straight away! (i meant later in the day when i go out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! few days ago i was just missing clubbing. then joseph asked me to go st james tmr! rather later. but i have a date with boyfren.. like after 78354652394157 years. zzz. so i asked him to go next week instead.. and ta dah! next week next week! my friends love me lah! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually next week is to celebrate hao's bday lah! later is to celebrate another guy's ORD. i'm not very close with him, so i guess it's ok to not go also? hao is more important mah! (yah. just giving excuses to make myself feel better cos i am not going later. =.= ) hope they don't decide to celebrate in advanced tmr instead. *fingers crossed* i've been a good girl!! so please let it be next week! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5846676497996889691?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5846676497996889691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5846676497996889691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5846676497996889691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5846676497996889691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/resolution-1st-quarter-review-add-on.html' title='resolution 1st quarter review + add on.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8407456020646989363</id><published>2009-03-13T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:45:51.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>this world is so amazing.</title><content type='html'>LJ-ed. because i will be such a bitch to blog here. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8407456020646989363?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8407456020646989363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8407456020646989363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8407456020646989363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8407456020646989363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-world-is-so-amazing.html' title='this world is so amazing.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1919652969157883863</id><published>2009-03-12T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:57:04.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherryblossomtown'/><title type='text'>is cherryblossom town staying or should be gone for good?</title><content type='html'>i have about 10 more days to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider how i don't have time to maintain it.. it's very depressing when you have customers asking when will new stocks be coming and all.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, leisure and relax time is at it's min. for me now. school itself is enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. logically speaking, i should give it up.. the fact is, i have no time to maintain. so why keep it and have one more thing in mind to bother about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i should. i should just fuck it, live life simple and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yah right!&lt;/span&gt; *roll eyes* i can see many rolling eyes as well. but i really really wanna be simple lor. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i really can't bear to. to think that you did everything from scratch. learning all the cheebyeknnfuckingidiotic IT related stuff and whatever shit. having repeated or can i deem it as regulars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just do sprees? so that i won't stock up stuff. so that it's easier to maintain, as in not necessary to spam and promote that regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a rational person would give it up. a sentimental person won't.. the cost for hosting isn't alot anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. 拿得起,就要放得下right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i don't mind changing name and restarting it if there's responsible people who wanna do it with me. so.. it's not that i really can't bear to part right? argh. maybe i just can't be simple and wants to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau. why so contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1919652969157883863?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1919652969157883863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1919652969157883863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1919652969157883863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1919652969157883863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-cherryblossom-town-staying-or-should.html' title='is cherryblossom town staying or should be gone for good?'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5808439235745865114</id><published>2009-03-10T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:22:51.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'>to the red fur monster</title><content type='html'>yes darling, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that you've tried. now you won't regret anything. move on. carry on with your plans ahead.. don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm prolly behind trying to scare you! HAHAH! okay, i meant.. i'm always here! loves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5808439235745865114?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5808439235745865114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5808439235745865114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5808439235745865114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5808439235745865114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-red-fur-monster.html' title='to the red fur monster'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7093066788009988283</id><published>2009-03-09T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:05:55.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>with much love.. (edited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SbYIE-t3S0I/AAAAAAAAACY/UKYEJkHwKT8/s1600-h/DSC00631-767804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SbYIE-t3S0I/AAAAAAAAACY/UKYEJkHwKT8/s320/DSC00631-767804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311441692177943362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wanted to blog after i'm done with my test.. but.. oh wells. i cant help it.. its the bad thing abt being able to blog with your phone i guess.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;edited:-&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with futures and options! weee! having another test next week then soon it will be exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries! i'm feeling better.. and will get better in time. :) my new year resolution of loving myself more works well, rather it's a fixed resolution every year. but of cos it might not have worked that well without the help of angels in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the concerns.. tags, msn messages, smses and all. seriously, i am where i am partly because of all my friends.. in fact friends made up a whole lot of my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycie and elmomo delivered cookies and chocolates to me last night while i was studying! abstracted, but not word for word, from a sms joycie sent "i bought u a tube of cookies then elmo saw, and smirked: ting eat chocolate one lah. then he went to snatch a choc bar for u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute! i can literally see that scene! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very tempted to go eat with them! but i know if i did, i won't be able to finish my past year questions. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm..&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have 爱心 stuff! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;its a blessing to have friends like them.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a blessing to have friends like them them them and them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with all the messages and concerns.. i'll be an ass to continue wallowing in self pity!&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:190%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;withmanymanylovelove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;will blog more when i get to my com.&lt;/s&gt; hahaha. gotta get some rest for my early test tmr! its 9am, means i gotta leave house around 7odd. speaking of that.. poor elmo. he gotta wake up at 5am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7093066788009988283?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7093066788009988283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7093066788009988283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7093066788009988283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7093066788009988283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-much-love.html' title='with much love.. (edited)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/SbYIE-t3S0I/AAAAAAAAACY/UKYEJkHwKT8/s72-c/DSC00631-767804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-3428045566879515879</id><published>2009-03-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:30:19.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;m very tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3428045566879515879?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-2036277516150315661</id><published>2009-03-08T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:16:56.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span onclick="'ProfileStatusEditor.edit(" id="status_text"&gt;disappointed at many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really appreciate not being appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: nothing to do with my relationship anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3967920794175235585-2036277516150315661?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-2695367070303530241</id><published>2009-03-08T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:45:02.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有時候太堅強 笑容卻填不滿眼眶&lt;br /&gt;越是想要隱藏 歌聲就唱的更響亮&lt;br /&gt;直到入到心底最深處 OH~&lt;br /&gt;你不要追問我 還缺了些什麼&lt;br /&gt;每個人都有夢  幸福總站在最遠方&lt;br /&gt;心中越是渴望 越是不敢伸手擁抱&lt;br /&gt;誰的心是我最後一站&lt;br /&gt;我強問我自己  現在還沒有個答案&lt;br /&gt;我不是你想像那麼勇敢&lt;br /&gt;多想讓你保護能流淚一場&lt;br /&gt;讓我放下武裝 像個孩子一樣&lt;br /&gt;單純的把愛情放在你心上&lt;br /&gt;每個人都有夢  幸福總站在最遠方&lt;br /&gt;心中越是渴望 越是不敢伸手擁抱&lt;br /&gt;誰的心是我最後一站&lt;br /&gt;我強問我自己  現在還沒有個答案&lt;br /&gt;我不是你想像那麼勇敢&lt;br /&gt;多想讓你保護能流淚一場&lt;br /&gt;讓我放下武裝  像個孩子一樣&lt;br /&gt;單純的把愛情放在你心上&lt;br /&gt;我不是你想像總是扮演堅強&lt;br /&gt;多想讓你知道我也要個伴&lt;br /&gt;放下討厭武裝  像個孩子一樣&lt;br /&gt;單純的把愛情放在你心上&lt;br /&gt;我不是你想像的那麼勇敢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2695367070303530241?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2695367070303530241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2695367070303530241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2695367070303530241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2695367070303530241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2190925582331774211</id><published>2009-03-07T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:00:12.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>街 挤满了欢笑&lt;br /&gt;太不适合 眼泪凑热闹&lt;br /&gt;快跑 快寻找 无人的转角&lt;br /&gt;不优雅时候 一个人最好&lt;br /&gt;爱 说退就退潮&lt;br /&gt;我松开手  回忆却没放掉&lt;br /&gt;未来 不来了 地球 继续绕&lt;br /&gt;躲回温暖的梦 我一个人就好&lt;br /&gt;为什么越相信谁能依靠&lt;br /&gt;越换来又一次灵魂寂寥&lt;br /&gt;有没有永远 再不会让心绝望的解药&lt;br /&gt;如果说越踏出世界一脚&lt;br /&gt;越不能保留住天真微笑&lt;br /&gt;那从今以后 我一个人过 就很好&lt;br /&gt;心  很平静地跳&lt;br /&gt;只是寂寞 潜伏像海啸&lt;br /&gt;突然某一秒 偷袭我眼角&lt;br /&gt;眼泪自己擦掉 我一个人很好&lt;br /&gt;为什么越相信谁能依靠&lt;br /&gt;越换来又一次灵魂寂寥&lt;br /&gt;有没有永远 再不会让心绝望的解药&lt;br /&gt;如果说越踏出世界一脚&lt;br /&gt;越不能保留住天真微笑&lt;br /&gt;那从今以后  我一个人过 就很好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2190925582331774211?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2190925582331774211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2190925582331774211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2190925582331774211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2190925582331774211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6561777121742373046</id><published>2009-03-06T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:16:56.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>maybe my mother realised it..&lt;br /&gt;she always asked me not to be too independent.&lt;p&gt;but i didn't heed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;elmo said, 'you are too independent already..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i laugh it off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i felt like crying because i thought of what they've said.&lt;br /&gt;but, i couldn't allow my tears to fall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whats the difference between..&lt;br /&gt;'you go eat yourself, i not feeling well.'&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;'sorry baby, i not feeling well. can you/is it ok that you go eat yourself?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one, you feel the person don't care. another, you feel that the person is sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one, you are being taken for granted that its okay to let you eat alone. another, it felt like the person doesn't want it to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one, you feel sad for yourself. another, you feel sad for the person, such poor thing.. which prolly leads to you to caring more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;very hard meh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(edited)</title><content type='html'>one fine day 2 years ago, i made a very last minute decision to go in jb without informing mummy. it was to see an illegal race initially. heh. due to some unforeseen circumstances, it was cancelled and i accidentally had the best maggi goreng in my past 20 yrs(back then lah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were not hungry at first. so one of us had a little while me and another friend shared. but it was so nice we ended up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".. shared 3 plates of maggi goreng, and 1 chocolate waffle. on top of the i had a cheese prata and he had a kosong n egg prata. LOL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally extracted from my entry 2 years ago. drinks and ice cream not included. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that maggi goreng was superb! if you realised, i don't normally eat maggi goreng.. but it's not because i don't like it. it's simply because it's not nice lor. even the one near my house, the one that song they all like.. i also don't like lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when boyfren ordered the one at 201, it looked similar. but it doesn't taste nice. :( after trying so many different ones from different places, i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i accidentally had a very nice one! after 2 fucking years! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfren came and fetch me. then suddenly, i felt hungry and is craving for pratas. so he mentioned this store near one of his friend's place, which he haven try before as well. then suggested eating at the one near my place. but he added..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or are you in for something new?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh!&lt;/span&gt; i'm almost ALWAYS in for something new! especially to eat! HAHAHAHA. i felt like slapping him when he asked that but i reckon that maybe he is afraid that it's not nice there. i mean, i get quite angry when i'm not satisfied with my food lah. especially when i'm in a bad mood. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, it was somewhere i been to. the mee goreng is not nice, according to what i rememebr. but i don't know why, i had this feeling to try their maggi goreng. if i didn't have that feeling, i would just go with my prata.. okays, actually i ordered prata as well lah. sadly, their prata is not nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point, the point is, i finally had a nice maggi goreng after 2 years (not including the one i cooked. LOL.). it's so long that i cannot remember exactly how the jb one taste like.. but i'm quite certain it's similar. i tried to make something similar once i came back.. nearly succeed, but still lacked something. maybe i just need more flavouring. but i didn't do it again. spell L-A-Z-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i don't need to anymore!! will definitely go back for the maggi goreng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sa_xE8w-INI/AAAAAAAAACA/2aJCDQBmS-w/s1600-h/DSC00613-754226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sa_xE8w-INI/AAAAAAAAACA/2aJCDQBmS-w/s320/DSC00613-754226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309727553026400466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sa_xEz1OpvI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZcI3AeFi_no/s1600-h/DSC00614-757221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sa_xEz1OpvI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZcI3AeFi_no/s320/DSC00614-757221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309727550628341490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i will update when i get to my com!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like i can still taste it now. *drools* supper this weekend! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7576405177478902736?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7576405177478902736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7576405177478902736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7576405177478902736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7576405177478902736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-very-ultra-happy.html' title='I&apos;M VERY ULTRA HAPPY.. (edited)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/Sa_xE8w-INI/AAAAAAAAACA/2aJCDQBmS-w/s72-c/DSC00613-754226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-2165522498001584061</id><published>2009-03-04T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:47:43.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>driving doesn't help this time. damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBCB LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lj-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2165522498001584061?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2165522498001584061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2165522498001584061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2165522498001584061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2165522498001584061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-doesnt-help-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-9143367729878330378</id><published>2009-03-03T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:57:13.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>a very randomly quick one!</title><content type='html'>had my first test for this sem on monday! high distinction here i come! full mark also no problem! HAHAHA! but i was quite pissed because i studied so hard.. especially for the calculations. but, only theories came out! damnit. NOT A SINGLE CALCULATION! zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, over. so fuckit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i have a few stewardess friends! not that i'm only happy because they are stewardess lah! in fact all of them are superb friends even if they are not flying.. every meet ups/outings with them are filled with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why their job makes me happier? because they can help me buy stuff! :x but i'm still deciding! bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 'a practical me who won't spend few hundreds on something that will fade off' VS 'a i am so fucking in love with gold me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside. ANYONE IS USING BB CREAM? can review abit? i'm wondering if it helps for my this knnccbfuckingirritating outbreaks! i think it's clogged pores that's making my face this bad. damn the knn pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kind souls, PRETTY PLEASE tell me if bb creams helps or what you think might helps? or just tell me how bb cream works, i'm quite confused with all the messy stuff i read online. =.= why some review like as though it's a cosmetic product? or is it?! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i know i'm such an idiot when it comes to beauty stuff. sometimes i wonder am i really a girl. =.= ahh. savee meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i think, i am going on a detox plan! i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-9143367729878330378?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/9143367729878330378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=9143367729878330378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/9143367729878330378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/9143367729878330378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-randomly-quick-one.html' title='a very randomly quick one!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8671967129162656836</id><published>2009-02-25T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:58:18.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he said no one asked, so he didn&amp;#39;t say. &lt;p&gt;so i asked. but i was actually adding oil to fire?&lt;p&gt;he always falls back asleep after waking up.&lt;p&gt;so i called to confirm if he&amp;#39;s awake. but i was actually checking on him? &lt;p&gt;fuck it lah. i&amp;#39;ve got lots of better things to do.. i don&amp;#39;t need to bother about anyone lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8671967129162656836?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8671967129162656836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8671967129162656836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8671967129162656836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8671967129162656836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-said-no-one-asked-so-he-didn-say.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4984993735692296618</id><published>2009-02-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:24:57.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endeavors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'>2009's!</title><content type='html'>not in sequence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;better time management&lt;br /&gt;for school, for work, for myself, for family, for friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink more water&lt;br /&gt;fall sick lesser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go greener&lt;br /&gt;have been going green though i didn't put it as my resolution last year. so this year, i will go greener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more self-discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love myself more&lt;br /&gt;would also mean, be more kind to myself. this is a must in my every year's resolution. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;love everyone more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile more, laugh more, love more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i know this is kinda late. i realised i forgot to post it! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4984993735692296618?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4984993735692296618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4984993735692296618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4984993735692296618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4984993735692296618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009s.html' title='2009&apos;s!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3729363902696586298</id><published>2009-02-23T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:53:49.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><title type='text'>do i really wanna do this?!</title><content type='html'>going through 74 pages of financial results and 70 pages of company prospectus.. plus many little small announcements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then whining here in blog.. damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? thats not all! before i proceed, i'm here whining. cheebyeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is definitely huge difference between gambling and investing eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm reading up on capitalmall trust. do drop me a mail if you have any information regarding them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to cook dinner. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3729363902696586298?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3729363902696586298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3729363902696586298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3729363902696586298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3729363902696586298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-i-really-wanna-do-this.html' title='do i really wanna do this?!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4604846837844998613</id><published>2009-02-23T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:37:50.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood bonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>when i'm upset..</title><content type='html'>.. driving, slow or fast, makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;cooking as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was upset over some issues at home. i was just concerned.. but i realised pokpok thinks i'm adding oil to fire. anyway, it's over lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was so upset i don't know what to do.. so i decided to play viwawa. LOL. of which, doesn't help make me feel better. boyfren called but i refuse to speak, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's sleeping and i told her i would make dinner, so i did, when the 'time' arrive. (mummy gave me a time to start cooking. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i cook, i feel better! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wished to take more pictures when i cook, i always couldn't. because.. MY HANDS ARE EITHER OILY OR DIRTY! and it doesn't make sense to me if i keep washing my hands just to take pictures.. so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some before cooking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00584.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00584.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00583.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be one of the ugliest looking to-be-steamed fish you ever seen. but then i'm gonna say what i always say.. "NOTHING I EVER COOK IS PRETTY! but most are yummy!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i followed mummy's menu.. (she prepare the ingredients and was suppose to cook. but she's too tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00585.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stirred fried xiao bai in oyster sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00586.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00587.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00588.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stirred fried chicken in.. shit? LOL. it does look like shit isn't it? i kept telling my family it's shit as well. HAHAHA! alright, before anyone avoid my cooking, it's chilli lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00590.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三菜, 没有汤!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there is soup, but mummy cooked it before she sleep. and i forgotten to take picture of it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shark tales with mummy after dinner. haha. mummy didn't wanna eat out because she wanna watch shark tale lah! damn cute! she likes the part the worm fainted when lenny says "hi". LMAO! wah piang eh! cannot stand it lor.. she can laugh every time she see the commercial.. and when watching the show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show we were talking about the previous incident(about pokpok) then difted to family stuff in general. she told me why she started using reasoning instead of violence on us, how my grandma is very nice to her, why she taught us blah blah blah.. etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this story she told me..&lt;br /&gt;think about this..&lt;br /&gt;when you see a kid knock over his glass.. what's his mother's reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's high chance that she will scold him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this once she saw a kid knock over a glass of cold drink.. and his mother hurriedly carry him up and asked if the water splashed on him and if he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's cold drink.. what's worst? just get wet only what. but what that mother did touches my mother and set her thinking about many stuff.. of which is, "my child is definitely more important than that glass of drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos over protective leaves the kid spoilt. so, i guess my mother modify a little here and there from what she saw and learn all the while.. there's too many to list here lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to my mother because i love to hear stories. and of cos because there's a lot to learn from her.. like interpersonal skills, husband &amp;amp; wife relationship, family ties, etc. maybe some 'in laws' handling skill for future? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i'm soooooo inspired to be a mother now! LOL! it's easy to give birth to a child, it's easy to look after him, but it's difficult to bring him up properly. if you get what i mean, like not spoiling him yet still dotes on him, like teaching him whats right or wrong without being seen as naggy and all.. blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i would say mummy did a great job because she gets most stuff in our head without us seeing her as being naggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mothers are damn 伟大 can?! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, i feel like i wanna be a mother that watch her kid grow up!&lt;br /&gt;(maybe it's the same thing that inspire joyce to want to do that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i gets too excited, i should go get some rest! HAHA! anyway, i'm sick again lah! zzz. how many times this year already? cheeeeeeeeebyeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00582.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorable.. apples? i saw at rivervale mall?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's that lah.. but i guess it's apples. and i don't know the mall's name.. near sweet's house. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, joke for the 1st quarter of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00578edited.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/DSC00578edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfren lost our ticket for 游龍戲鳳 (look for a star)! the andy lau and shuqi's show.. ahhaha! lucky it was paid by credit card and it could be tracked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediaasia.com/lfas/eng.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 252px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/23feb09%20blog/wp01_1024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the show except that there's this 2 aunties that seems to be chatting inside. =.= for your info, they are not even talking about the show most of the time! and it's so loud that they cannot even hear my shhh-ing! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried a few times but i guess it's was to a certain extent because i was having my menses and my hormones aren't very balanced. LOL! maybe the show isn't very nice as well, it's because of my imbalanced of hormones thats why i thought it's nice! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure it's not the hormones.. ANDY LAU IS.. *melts* SO HANDSOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh! i thought i said i'd sleep. hahah. click on the picture to get to it's website aye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go dream of andy lau!! toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: finally a proper post?! weeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4604846837844998613?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4604846837844998613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4604846837844998613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4604846837844998613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4604846837844998613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-upset.html' title='when i&apos;m upset..'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5533783921050133331</id><published>2009-02-18T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:52:00.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><title type='text'>me is sad.. (edited: picures attached)</title><content type='html'>i just came out from gucci after checking the GOLD bag i have been eyeing..&lt;p&gt;and the guy told me the metallic part comes off over time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*shattered* HOW?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;should i get the pink one instead? its quite sweet, but not very.. erm.. my type. zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will post the pictures up when i reach home.. i know hunnie will come to my rescue. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SZ60-7Rz11I/AAAAAAAAABo/doWxrRfArok/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SZ60-7Rz11I/AAAAAAAAABo/doWxrRfArok/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304876404246304594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like the gold one lor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5533783921050133331?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5533783921050133331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5533783921050133331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5533783921050133331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5533783921050133331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-is-sad.html' title='me is sad.. (edited: picures attached)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/SZ60-7Rz11I/AAAAAAAAABo/doWxrRfArok/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-1849084041243705520</id><published>2009-02-17T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:21:06.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently saw this on a friend's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why are other guys always sweeter than own husband??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering why relationship always turn sour after marriage? Is marriage really a tombstone for love?&lt;/blockquote&gt;i always tell boyfren.. "haven marry already like that.. if we get married, how?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him that sentence when i whine about not having anymore surprises. maybe it used to be a challenge for him.. because not many can surprise me. it was a challenge for him because i have a bad temper and kinda known for 'hard to handle'. maybe now it's all over. no longer fresh, no longer a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me ponder where our relationship is heading to.. it's already kinda dead IMO. stable, smooth.. boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will we end up like those 'too stable' couple that end up spitting up because feelings fade off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i can do much more things for my girlfren if i'm a guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i have friends who are romantic (which i did accidentally compare with him. i know i shouldn't but i just.. erm.. slip my mouth?)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i'm a girl (you know, as a girl, you are more thoughtful.. but if i am really a guy, i might not think of these ideas. LOL.)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights alrights. i am so gonna stop whining and spend time completing my resolution and cny post. zzz. i'm sucha procrastinator when it comes to blogging recently! but now, i'm heading to bed because there's roadshow tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1849084041243705520?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1849084041243705520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1849084041243705520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1849084041243705520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1849084041243705520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-saw-this-on-friends-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3155449646872807056</id><published>2009-02-15T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:34:06.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'>edited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;if i were the guy, i would have gone to look for her.. or waited for her under her block if she's out..&lt;br /&gt;if i were the guy, i would be worried because i don't even know if she's home or out..&lt;br /&gt;if i were the guy, i would stop my mahjong and call her because i've been asking for that chance to talk..&lt;p&gt;but i'm the girl..&lt;br /&gt;prolly independent enough not to be worried abt?&lt;br /&gt;prolly not worth his time?&lt;br /&gt;prolly not important enough?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm glad i din cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i have my friends. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some thought, i dunno if i would really stop my mahjong if he'd give me 5mins because i've been asking for it before that. sometimes i dunno if it's good if we both are quite rational. they say opposite attract, does that mean we would repel because we are somewhat similar in many ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may seem unreasonable, but i know i'm not. because this isn't the first time i ask him to inform me if plan changes. isn't that basic respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i do not get angry doesn't mean it's ok.. i'll prolly tell you i'm unhappy about it later on. but because i belong to the species that forgive but doesn't forget.. i'll explode one day if it keeps happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i have a bad temper and gets angry easily, but you gotta admit i don't get angry for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i know i owe my blog many things, sher 'sis' reminded me yesterday! LOL. i'll try ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i need to say, POOR BING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3155449646872807056?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3155449646872807056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3155449646872807056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3155449646872807056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3155449646872807056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-guy-i-would-have-gone-to-look.html' title='edited.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1622004253534337999</id><published>2009-02-12T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:09:48.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random random</title><content type='html'>i just realise i'm being very silly. those people that i 'talk business' with(except boyfren) doesn't know the existence of my blog, and i would appreciate it to remain this way. but because of my curiosity, some dropped me messages on msn/facebook telling me what's their view. *slaps forehead* how stupid can i get? just hope they din realise the link to my blog! afterall they din comment directly. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if they do..&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!! but do keep my whiny, bitchy, disgusting entries from other business involved person who aren't that open minded ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to thai disco yesterday! the girls are.. *wipe saliva*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i haven come up with a proper resolution! damn. i will do that in my next post, or i will not blog! thats a deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1622004253534337999?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1622004253534337999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1622004253534337999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1622004253534337999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1622004253534337999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-random.html' title='random random'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8271271417392687979</id><published>2009-02-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:24:57.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'>speculate = gambling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;before i start, let me say something random.. do not eat 叉燒包(bbq pork buns) and 枇杷膏 (fritillaria loquat syrup) together. together here, together in your mouth. i was at my last mouthful of 叉燒包 when i remember i haven taken 枇杷膏. to save time, i drink my spoonful of 枇杷膏. wahhhhhh the taste is.. weirdddddddd. okay, in the first place i do not like pork. i suspect i'm semi halal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hereby, i know i contradict myself again.. in general, i do not like to mix my food. like i don't eat another spoon of say, hokkien mee when i'm still munching on my fish &amp;amp; chips. it's true, your memory ain't failing. i assure you, i'd still pout if you place that piece of chicken chop you cut for me into the sauce of my grilled fish, i do not like to mix my food, including sauces.&lt;br /&gt;(boyfren is prolly rolling his eyes when he see this. he always says, "you are ok with many things.. like who to go with, where to go, what to do.. except when it comes to food." and, i cannot agree more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, i know i know.. the thought of putting salty and sweet stuff together is disgusting enough(the's plenty more disgusting things that i do, be glad if you haven seen any.) but i always does that.  like using the red bean soup bowl to put my rice after that. this runs in the blood, my mother taught me that. so if the taste isn't too much, its ok for us. but 叉燒包 and 枇杷膏 is.. argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, back to topic.. speculate = gambling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in my humble opinion,  speculate ≠ gambling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to me, gambling is taking chances.. a game of chance. period.&lt;br /&gt;and speculation involve calculation.. calculation of risk maybe? eg, you speculate that a certain stock price will increase, so you buy it. you speculate that the value of that piece of land will increase, you buy it. when prices/value increase, you sell the stock/land for more than what you've paid. of cos, there is a probability you might lose all or more money if you are wrong. speculation, normally is based on the analysis of the situation and individual assessment of risk involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's a clear differentiation of them two, &lt;span&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt;. i know of people who says speculate = gambling and i think it's perfectly fine if you think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, how about speculation and investment? i'd say, it's a thin line between these two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I define a speculator as someone that seeks to buy and sell in order to take advantage of market price fluctuations. An investor is someone who holds on to securities that provide a good income or capital gain by virtue of them being based on something of real and increasing value.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Alternatively, you could say that a speculator is someone that buys something only because they think someone else will pay more for it in the near future, as opposed to an investor, who buys things because analysis confirms that the investment is of high quality and/or good value, and worth holding. &lt;s&gt;A speculator buys things because they believe a less informed person will buy it off them later at a higher price&lt;/s&gt;, an investor buys things because they promise both a return &lt;u&gt;on&lt;/u&gt; capital invested, as well as a return &lt;u&gt;of&lt;/u&gt; capital invested."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i totally agree to the first para, but i think slightly different for the second para. i think speculation also involves buying high quality and/or good value, and worth holding stuff.. even if it means you're selling it off in the near future. i strike the sentence out because i don't like the idea to assume there is 'a less informed person' out there or rather i won't assume that. let me explain my point.. if you buy a something with pure intention of selling it to a less informed person, what happen if your assumption is wrong? no less informed person is buying and that thing have no value at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to me, even when speculating, i'll choose a valued stuff of average quality at least. so that i can hold for a longer term if no one buys it. this, is to min. risk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then again, higher risk higher return. i'd would take a higher risk if i have quite a bit of extra money to spare. if not, i'd stick to minimizing the risk. but even if i do that, i do not assume it's the less informed that might buy from me. even when all other forecast/analyst says it's worthless.. who knows a big player in that industry decided to turn this 'no value, bad quality' thing into something good? heard of incidents of that sort?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's like.. everyone's avoiding this route because it dark and scary, because it's said to be dangerous.. but who knows? someone who is willing to take risk might find some gold in it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Generally speaking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speculation&lt;/span&gt; could be defined as bad and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt; could be defined as good. When looking at these definition in such simple terms the distinction between the two becomes far more obvious. However in financial markets how can we tell what is good and what is bad?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yups, in general i always hear people saying speculation is bad. but precisely, how can we tell what is good or bad in a financial market?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in summary..&lt;br /&gt;speculation: buy low, sell high.&lt;br /&gt;investment: buy and collect dividends/earn long term profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speculation and investment works hand in hand..&lt;br /&gt;perspective of stocks:&lt;br /&gt;buy low, waiting to sell high in the near future. 'near future' is very subjective. some 'near future' involves getting dividends as well. if so, it's a combination of both already eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perspective of property:&lt;br /&gt;buy low, waiting to sell high. but while waiting, do you not rent out the apartment? normally as speculation and investment, it's assume this is on top of what people already have.. do you move in this new apartment? and what happen to your old one? rent it out? by renting it out, you collect rents and it's an income. so isn't this a combination of speculation and investment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most importantly, above all.. is purely sharing of my opinion.&lt;/span&gt; people have own understanding of the ways to invest their money and these are just mine. besides that, everyone have different definition of 'near future' 'short term' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am interested to know what people think. so, feel free to share by leaving a comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;credits/reference:&lt;br /&gt;www.travismorien.com&lt;br /&gt;http://lean-investor.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;some parts from "the warren buffett portfolio" &lt;span class="addmd"&gt;by Robert G. Hagstrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so fucking late for school. damnit. i will go through what i wrote again tonight, meanwhile, i hope i didn't write anything offensive. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8271271417392687979?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8271271417392687979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8271271417392687979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8271271417392687979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8271271417392687979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/speculate-gambling.html' title='speculate = gambling?'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2129292036861035881</id><published>2009-02-03T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:02:42.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood bonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>i'm lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>here's a little preview of cny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2260/143/111/660467644/n660467644_1298006_4035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun with the kids. as well as aching arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little kd was, as usual, naughty but too adorable to get angry at. little nicholas is much more obedient than before and he hogged my camera for awhile because he wants to take pictures of others. little qiqi and brothers are still in love with taking pictures. little nicole's out of town. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope flaky and bombibi will settle down soon. :x then maybe i will have more babies to play with! :)&lt;br /&gt;(i'm not sick in the mind. flaky refer to my eldest brother, not a imaginary person with weird name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta head to bed. meeting's at 10 tmr. i need rest because 7am at expo today isn't fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2129292036861035881?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2129292036861035881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2129292036861035881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2129292036861035881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2129292036861035881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-lazy-to-blog.html' title='i&apos;m lazy to blog'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-325312845260434179</id><published>2009-01-30T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:13:29.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><title type='text'>jay in gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.hexun.com/2009-01-26/113795427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 207px;" src="http://img.hexun.com/2009-01-26/113795427.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: hexun.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats for the cny celebration! watch the video if you are keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVvMOfrAmHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVvMOfrAmHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts* high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: despite the fact that i really wanna upload cny pictures, my bro brought the card reader out. hahaha! gotta wait awhile eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-325312845260434179?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/325312845260434179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=325312845260434179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/325312845260434179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/325312845260434179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/jay-in-gold-melts.html' title='jay in gold!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7180488094608252334</id><published>2009-01-27T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:07.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random emotions.. (mobile post)</title><content type='html'>sometimes even when the road's straight and smooth, you swing and sway as well..&lt;p&gt;..sometimes swinging and swaying to no particular direction or road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edit: it's amazing how my phone can auto send it out at 7 am when i reached home from la kopi-ing with ching because it keeps getting error when i'm in the ktv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7180488094608252334?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7180488094608252334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7180488094608252334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7180488094608252334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7180488094608252334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-emotions-mobile-post.html' title='random emotions.. (mobile post)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-530330978474298424</id><published>2009-01-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:28:28.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherryblossomtown'/><title type='text'>Collection 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cherryb-town.livejournal.com/3431.html"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://cherryblossom-town.com/ave3/ave3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As requested from friends who dont want join mailing list. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-530330978474298424?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/530330978474298424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=530330978474298424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/530330978474298424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/530330978474298424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/collection-3.html' title='Collection 3'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4007011654040479535</id><published>2009-01-24T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:36:45.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it would be disastrous if everyone have superb photography skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone will look so damn gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wish i have though. heh. HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4007011654040479535?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4007011654040479535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4007011654040479535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4007011654040479535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4007011654040479535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-would-be-disastrous-if-everyone-have.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6502591759918554091</id><published>2009-01-22T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:06:01.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tattoo in feb, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking my artist for quote already! i hope i can save better that way. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: my artist just got back to me with the quote. but of cos that is a rough one cos i haven get him to draw a personalised one for me. once i save to that amount.. WOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6502591759918554091?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6502591759918554091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6502591759918554091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6502591759918554091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6502591759918554091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/tattoo-in-feb-hopefully-asking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4206606452910598250</id><published>2009-01-19T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:46:01.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life on the road'/><title type='text'>lost my virgin at a damn ulu place</title><content type='html'>lost accident virgin last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i shouldn't have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have driven.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din say those because i hate to 'shouldn't shouldn't' when things already happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer to be thinking of the next best solution to solve it. but boyfren say my solution couldn't work - initially.&lt;br /&gt;(in the end, it's the same solution that worked because we've got nice people to help!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he told me that don't work.. i couldn't think of any other except i will skip work and school the next day, drive to the damn workshop and pay for damage. LOL. i know.. it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;scene was stunning. i can't believe those people always see that. they said there was once it happen 3 times a week. 3 cars kena the same thing in a week.. wtf eh? the person who put that damn thing blocking the way should be shot. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to several workshops but many don't check that area. =.= drove to different places my frens &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhng &lt;/span&gt;their car. almost been to whole of singapore. cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i never 'shouldn't have' but when i think back.. i always have the 'should have should have'. i should have see it. i should have look out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am very angry with myself. don't tell me it's an accident. don't tell me many others also kena the same thing (although the person who put those blockage should really be shot). don't tell me the area is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's is absolutely no excuse for wrong things you did. it's a fact i did not check and did not see it. i cannot deny the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfren said i'm a very calm girl because other girls would prolly be screaming, crying or what so ever. yes, i admit at that moment, i am relatively calm. i never scream, cry nor panic when things happen because i think it doesn't help and it will have negative impact on other's morale, if there's others with me. but when the thing is not so urgent/serious anymore, that's when the kick comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so depressed that it happened. i felt so bad because it is his precious. i felt so angry at myself for not seeing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also very angry that i don't know what's the damage. it's the same logic.. i am always using the com, it is not a necessity but it's something i would choose to not do without. i can do the basic.. like setting up the cables and all. but tell me about the different ram, motherboard, whatever internal and i'll be on sleep mode. same thing for driving.. what can i do? perhaps i do know how to change the wheels. although i haven tried doing it alone, but papa did taught me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like fast cars, i like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhng-ed&lt;/span&gt; ones. but, tell me about the different bodykits, engines, pipes.. what original, original aftermarket, replica, aftermarket kits.. ta-dah. i'll be on sleep mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should starting learning. so maybe at least i know what is what.. and know whether it's serious anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i am always hard on myself. but, i really can't help it.. i really am at fault what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. no one is hurt. everyone's safe. the car still look like a car.&lt;br /&gt;thank you darlings for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really get some rest. i do wanna make it to work and school tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4206606452910598250?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4206606452910598250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4206606452910598250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4206606452910598250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4206606452910598250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-my-virgin-at-damn-ulu-place.html' title='lost my virgin at a damn ulu place'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-216200307769629996</id><published>2009-01-16T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:22:17.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to go work today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up, rolled on bed and end up still at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very bad! me is angry at myself that i din go to work. why like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been whining alot.. you know why?! MY FUCKING LOYAL 大姨妈 IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be glad it's here now instead of chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! should i cut my hair short? or should i go for extension to long hair! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tempted to cut like 权怡凤(quan yifeng if you can't read)! but i'm really afraid that the process of growing it to normal style will be deadly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will cut like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SXA1DjXouwI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZvQsRRWMAQ/s1600-h/hahe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SXA1DjXouwI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZvQsRRWMAQ/s320/hahe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291787897310591746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last april was rihanna/jolin kind of bob. wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm having a hard time deciding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-216200307769629996?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/216200307769629996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=216200307769629996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/216200307769629996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/216200307769629996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-supposed-to-go-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/SXA1DjXouwI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZvQsRRWMAQ/s72-c/hahe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-3571996434073597978</id><published>2009-01-14T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:07.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'>i want to sleep! (mobile post)</title><content type='html'>but i&amp;#39;m unable to sleep because when i close my eyes, my mind visualise how to fit everything into my damn schedule. well done.&lt;p&gt;nbcb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3571996434073597978?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3571996434073597978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3571996434073597978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3571996434073597978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3571996434073597978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-sleep-mobile-post.html' title='i want to sleep! 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(mobile post)</title><content type='html'>boyfren asked me that the other day.. &lt;p&gt;well, you just have to scroll down to see. hahaha. but ultimately, the ans is not what he wanna know.&lt;p&gt;the fact that my schedule packed me up like sandwich is a fact. but wait.. for the past one week, i haven fit in work. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;p&gt;i was guessing that i overworked my body so i&amp;#39;m feeling very very tired.&lt;p&gt;or is that in the mind? heh.&lt;p&gt;to try it out, i&amp;#39;ve fit in work and revamping cherryblossom in my schedule. there&amp;#39;s still stocks in my house i haven take picture! zzz.&lt;p&gt;learn to juggle between school, work, cherryblossom, family, frens will be included in my resolution.&lt;p&gt;i was tell boyfren that i&amp;#39;m still young and should make full use of my youth. LOL. i said time instead of youth to him though. then i used some examples.. and.. he goes, &amp;#39;you got so many diff frens to meet.&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;and that reminds me i still have many that i am postponing cos i don&amp;#39;t have time. :(&lt;p&gt;sometimes i wish work is fixed.. 9-6 or something. but it isn&amp;#39;t. meeting clients can be in the night, supper, sundays, saturdays.. meetings are always saturdays.&lt;p&gt;its 5 things that i&amp;#39;m juggling. school, i have no say in the schedule.. school for 4 days. some days i will meet frens or clients for dinner. others i will go home and do stuff. one full day, i will go back office. sat and sun, one day for dinner at home. the rest for play and work.&lt;p&gt;seems ok eh?! provided i have neverending energy lor. and, boyfren and i cannot go dating lor! heh. i&amp;#39;m reaching school. shall blog again soon, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3771049076701562721?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3771049076701562721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3771049076701562721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3771049076701562721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3771049076701562721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/whens-last-time-you-blog-properly.html' title='when&apos;s the last time you blog properly? 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(mobile post)</title><content type='html'>i just have to blog this.. &lt;p&gt;i'm at the fountain at bugis.. sitting alone here for some time, watching little kids play with water. this used to be my favourite thing to do when i'm at bugis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but as life gets busier, little things like that gets neglected. :( while waiting for hunnie, i decide not to call anyone for company on the phone and do what i've always enjoyed. and i'm glad i did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everytime i do this, i feel very happy. heh. so far nothing material can bring me this kind of laughter and smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not even good food. not even surprises. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's this very heart warming feeling.. very touching. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; i feel like tearing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright actually thats not what i have to blog abt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its abt this little girl, only in her panty.. very afraid yet wanting to play. when the water splash higher and harder, she hide behind her dad. very very adorable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;screaming and running around.. this little girl brought me lots of joy. lol.. but ultimately, she left in a dry state. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when her dad's on the phone, asking her to keep quiet.. she talk even louder. LOL. it would be irritating for a grown up to do.. but, the way she do it is really very cute. her dad cant help but smile too. and, that was a serious work call from what i hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then there is another grandpa that bring the baby very near the fountain. and suddenly, the water splash out. hahaha.. the baby's expression is.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hunnie arrived and i din get to post it. now i forgot what else i wanna say. hahaha -&lt;/p&gt;awww. i love children. i want baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want get married. eh. nono, on second thought, i don't want baby as well - yet. heh. HAHAHA. weird. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah. just got home from dinner and shopping with hunnie. gasp* i'm totally drained.  my fever persist for a few days on and off. though i did make it for work on sat. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pass my fucking HI! damnit. m8 next so i can give advice on investments! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besides starting the damn year with fever.. if you realise, i am having terrible break outs. zzz. and its all due to the knn pill. ccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my monitor screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to blog. but i guess that will be after i got my monitor fixed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: majolica loots arrive! weeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6724504744396919254?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6724504744396919254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6724504744396919254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6724504744396919254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6724504744396919254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-things-in-life-mobile-post.html' title='little things in life.. (mobile post)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2975881709408704275</id><published>2009-01-02T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:13:18.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de trop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking good way to kick start the new year.. the first weekend of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhtttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nbcb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been falling sick more often. i used to fall sick at most twice a year. but i have fallen ill at least twice in the past 6 mths. zzz.  i guess it's time i do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more resolution up: drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a good for once because i am taking the initiative to take the medicine. you have no idea how much i fucking hate medicine especially panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason being, i'm suppose to return to office tmr morning then over to help tiffy shift house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i get well &lt;s&gt;soon&lt;/s&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to grab a bite then pop medicine. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2975881709408704275?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2975881709408704275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2975881709408704275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2975881709408704275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2975881709408704275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2009/01/fucking-good-way-to-kick-start-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8046356237983491897</id><published>2008-12-31T13:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:43:13.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>goodbye 2008.</title><content type='html'>it's a proven fact that i will always be fucking busy in dec after reading my previous entries. every year before i conclude, i read my last post of the previous year and first post of the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinges-of-ting.blogdrive.com/archive/193.html"&gt;goodbye 2007&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-blogspot-welcome-2008.html"&gt;welcome 2008&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year, i felt it's a bliss to have my friends. mentioned the closer ones in blog, but secretly feel happy to have the rest of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, who the fuck gives a shit? not those who doesn't care sincerely, not those who only are surface friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st in 2008. many decisions, many dilemmas. and i realise, as i grow, i am becoming less of myself. and every time i felt that way, i took out that little book shiya made for me. sometimes, i read some of those encouraging 21st birthday wishes from my friends. now that it's in another phone, i am lazy to take it out. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i no longer explain myself. i start to worry how people see me, what people say.. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently i am in no good state to conclude 2008 in a good way. i just ranted non stop, cursed and swear too much  last night. but this morning din felt better. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. instead of turning this entry into a super sad post. shall post some of my resolutions&lt;br /&gt;.. (i din post up mine last year. zzz. so i don't know if i did fulfill them. nbcb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love myself more!&lt;br /&gt;this is a standard one every year, but it seems like it doesn't work. haha. the more i wanna love myself, the more i lose it. heh. enough of those worry about how/what people see or say. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more rational, less emotional&lt;br /&gt;because i see more decisions coming my way. and i think, the more rational i am, the more things i can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of any now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe springclean my friends?&lt;br /&gt;it's time to fuck the good ones, and let the bad one fuck themselves. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i need to look forward look FORWARD.. LOOK FORWARD, BITCH! and stop looking back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i seriously am not in the correct condition to blog properly, even if it's for my resolution. so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i won't be blogging again later, so.. *wave goodbye to 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst.. happy advance 2 years anniversary to ming and sweets! many more to come ok?! loveloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8046356237983491897?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8046356237983491897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8046356237983491897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8046356237983491897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8046356237983491897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title='goodbye 2008.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1393048544325792745</id><published>2008-12-30T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:07.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'>satisfy my blogging dosage.. (mobile post)</title><content type='html'>one thing i fucking hate about shirts/blouse are, the buttons always look like they are dropping. zzz.&lt;p&gt;though my sewing skills are not bad.. it took me quite some time to &amp;#39;touch up&amp;#39; all the buttons including the decorative ones. knn back ache like fuck and eyes felt like dropping.&lt;p&gt;and because of that, i can&amp;#39;t afford to on the com and do my usual stuff. its too late already. :(&lt;p&gt;ahh. damnit. quit whining bitch!&lt;p&gt;oh wells. i can smell 2009 already! new year resolution up soon, i hope.&lt;p&gt;can getting a new tattoo or extension be one? HAHAHA. i&amp;#39;m sure no one cares if it should be included in the &amp;#39;resolution&amp;#39; column. under ting-tionary, definitely my choice. heh.&lt;p&gt;gotta hit my bed now because there&amp;#39;s still training tmr. then work in office after that. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; thank god. i&amp;#39;m glad i am not going to the cck roadshow after that. was there today and i swear.. after a day&amp;#39;s work.. coming home from cck felt like coach to sg from kl lor. prolly felt like 5 hours or so. nnb.&lt;p&gt;p/s: xmas eve pictures will be late - as usual. have no idea why i&amp;#39;m always so fucking busy in dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1393048544325792745?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1393048544325792745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1393048544325792745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1393048544325792745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1393048544325792745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/satisfy-my-blogging-dosage-mobile-post.html' title='satisfy my blogging dosage.. (mobile post)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8755566655619870764</id><published>2008-12-24T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:11:06.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>advanced christmas party with steamboat gang!</title><content type='html'>i am getting lazier to blog about events which i don't know if it's a sad thing anot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01571.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01571.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01530.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutor + schoolboy yuan in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01531.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01531.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little sher 妹妹 with boyfren, panda aka the boy next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01534.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded bingbong as bing 哥哥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01544.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01544.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah beng boyfren and me aka tiffy's 2nd daughter. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01568.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01568.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah beng's backview. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;no rules shirt: checked. sharp comb: checked. jpg long wallet: checked. coooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01532.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffy mummy with 7th addition to the family!&lt;br /&gt;why 7th? current count: xp daddy, tiffy mummy, bing 哥哥,me, sher, kayden and 7th's the one in tiffy's stomach! HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thats before including the 3 dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids will always be kids. here's the proof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01535.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01547.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snatching lollipops.. drooling at others lollipop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01546.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01546.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01550.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting.. then best friends again the next moment. awww. innocence~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;thats mummy's middle finger.. now you know why sher and i are always scolding nbcb, fuck, knn, nb.. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, sher's quite demure when she's blogging. but in real life, some of the above are her favourite words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan can also transform into a school bus driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01553.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01554.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01554.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in school bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, last but not least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01548.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01548.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01549.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family portrait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.. whats our party without steam boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01539.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/steamboat%20gang%20xmas%20party%2008/DSC01540.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full album &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=49926&amp;amp;id=660467644&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=49926&amp;amp;id=660467644"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;on facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8755566655619870764?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8755566655619870764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8755566655619870764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8755566655619870764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8755566655619870764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/advanced-christmas-party-with-steamboat.html' title='advanced christmas party with steamboat gang!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8440897800518658713</id><published>2008-12-23T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:47:39.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>about christmas eve 08~ (edited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;settled! heading to doubleO! read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/event.php?eid=50482679812&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority prefer dblo. so, yups. kinda hard to coordinate with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, pardon me for my means of communication through blog. heh. quite very busy you know? i know you all understands. hahah! see you all tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;edited: WHY DON'T WE JUST GO EARLY FOR DOUBLEO?! HOW ABOUT THAT? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cast your votes darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helipad.com.sg/v2/index.html"&gt;helipad&lt;/a&gt; (click for website)&lt;br /&gt;to read on their christmas event, click on the above link.. then go to events then lychi disco christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if it's rnb or what. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mimolette.com.sg/"&gt;mimolette&lt;/a&gt; (click for website)&lt;br /&gt;Time : 2100 – 0300&lt;br /&gt;Age : 18 &amp;amp; above&lt;br /&gt;Entry: 18 (inclusive of one housepour)&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code : Dress Down&lt;br /&gt;Drink Deals : 10% off all bottles on the menu excluding wine and champagne&lt;br /&gt;Sounds : R&amp;amp;B Hip Hop by Dj Paul&lt;br /&gt;more details on their christmas event - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/event.php?eid=40792065923"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8440897800518658713?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8440897800518658713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8440897800518658713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8440897800518658713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8440897800518658713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-christmas-eve-08.html' title='about christmas eve 08~ (edited)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3725635512414937422</id><published>2008-12-23T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:55:00.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just felt like deleting my past 2 entries.. but it's against my principle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously what am i thinking. what i'm doing is really what a consumer/personal banker is doing what. and when your clients become more high net worth clients, you will be just like a private banker. zzz. same job scope, just different title. but the impact is so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gonna head for test soon then i'm quite a qualified fc. except i haven gotten HI and m8 for health and unit trust license. heh. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for christmas eve thou we haven decide on a place! zzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3725635512414937422?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3725635512414937422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3725635512414937422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3725635512414937422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3725635512414937422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-felt-like-deleting-my-past-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1560100147089183808</id><published>2008-12-21T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:07.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'>i dunno how sad a thing this is.. (mobile post)</title><content type='html'>if everytime i mention money, insurance, savings, etc.. then people think i&amp;#39;m selling a plan.&lt;p&gt;i would say, thats prolly the end of my social life.&lt;p&gt;and of all, it happen to someone so close. someone whom have always been talking to me about economy, money, investments.. and at the moment i mention..&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;do you know there&amp;#39;s such a saving plan?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;yah, but i don&amp;#39;t want to buy. &lt;p&gt;i&amp;#39;m pushy? heh? yes, i&amp;#39;m always aggressive when our views differ. but i don&amp;#39;t see how can i be pushy when there is absolutely no reason for it..&lt;p&gt;how sad is that? sigh. did i really make a wrong choice in joining this industry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1560100147089183808?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1560100147089183808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1560100147089183808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1560100147089183808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1560100147089183808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dunno-how-sad-thing-this-is-mobile.html' title='i dunno how sad a thing this is.. (mobile post)'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2539570856327650884</id><published>2008-12-19T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:43:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endeavors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yammers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prudential'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banker'/><title type='text'>long update!</title><content type='html'>no longer look forward to friday for a late night out.. instead i look forward to friday for a good night rest. but, prolly will start having meetings on saturdays as well. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be a very very very very very very very very very very very very  longggggggggggggggggggggg entry. maybe random too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'm quite officially prudential 的人! and i prolly will be known as hazellyn to my colleagues/people from now on. (explain later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why prudential? they very fucked up"&lt;br /&gt;- it would be good if 'they' is defined. it's a thin line between company fucked up and the people fucked up. a good school still bound to have some bad students.&lt;br /&gt;"eee. i hate insurance agents."&lt;br /&gt;- well, i hate doctors. but they can prescribe medicine to cure my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most ridiculous thing i heard so far is,&lt;br /&gt;"if it benefits us then why the agents are earning? they just want to earn money lor"&lt;br /&gt;i really wish to know what the fuck is the person thinking. apparently, the chicken rice uncle who says "来啊,吃鸡饭!" also earn money from you when you purchase that plate of chicken rice. so is the aunty who brings you your can of coke. don't the chicken rice do you good by filling your stomach? ironic, isn't it? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i've heard so many funny stuff when friends/people heard about this, but i'm glad so far my friends know me well enough and didn't avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't understand how some people have such extreme viewpoint against financial consultant but i believe i NEED to clarify something before people around me gets misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the prudential in singapore is from uk and have nothing to do with the whatever news you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;2) prudential have many different agencies. like how jean yip/7eleven/ntuc/botak jones/pasta mania have different branches. some agencies are &lt;s&gt;fucked up&lt;/s&gt; not very good. don't you encounter how some food are nicer at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; location than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; location even though it's the same restaurant? LOL. so, i hope people do not stereotype. some agencies train their agents to be pushy, and thats too bad. i hate pushy agents so i will try not to be one. duh.&lt;br /&gt;3) insurances and savings are really beneficial to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't think of any more at the moment. hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt when you are young, you don't give a shit about insurance. i still have no interest as well. and the main reason is, because we have no liabilities, we have no dependent. think of a day when you have mortgage loan, car loan, wife, children, parents.. and if anything were to happen to you, your loved ones suffer emotionally. and then physically and mentally because your parents no longer have enough savings, and your wife cannot bring up the children and pay those loans alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a family expenses is $3k per month(which i doubt it's will be this little), one year it will be $36k. how much $36k do you have for your family to use in your savings? another thing is, many people are under insured.. say, $100k? 3 years is all it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that insurance cannot prevent things from happening, but it help makes the suffering lesser. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siam me.. even though i know all these benefits them. it's like you are afraid to offer medicine to a sick person thinking he will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siam&lt;/span&gt; you. =.= but now, i'm done with those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends share.. and i would like to share with them these stuff i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats a favor i would like my friends to do for me - let me review your portfolio.. or status if you have no portfolio. thats all. whether anot you want to get it, thats another thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if ever you think i will hard sell to you, then why not start avoiding me altogether? i will be upset if i have to be taken off your friends list but, it's just because you obviously do not know me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been soft hearted for too long, keeping friends whether anot they are good or bad. keeping even though they hold a knife, preparing to stab me at my back anytime. keeping even though i'm emotionally tortured by them. keeping even though they are here to wait for gains when i crumple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flaky always asked me to get rid of harmful pest that destroy the crop, but i just won't listen.  but i will try now(though it's high chance i won't succeed.) because, life's short. and i have no more time for these friends who do me more harm than good. i don't wanna waste time getting upset/depressed over these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. i've rant quite abit. and that's because i am quite affected my some of the comments. but on the other hand, i've heard good things like..&lt;br /&gt;"really ah? ok, i will buy from you." or "wah! why you never say earlier, i just bought mine. if i know, i buy from you." even though the other time i haven finish my training and cannot sell yet! haha. actually it doesn't matter because i'm at your service if you need another one. but what's most important to me is, these sentences itself.. because these came even without me saying i wanna sell them! it just prove these friends trust me and i am very very grateful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm experiencing a very messy feeling. i wanted to be a banker when i graduate. but in 2009 there will prolly be more retrenchment, there should goes my banker plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met a personal banker and a private banker at prudential. private banker leh! personal are those consumer bankers and private bankers are those that handle high net worth clients, in case you do not know the difference. and private banker is my ultimate aim! of course i grab the opportunity to bomb them questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearce and rendell's in privilege banking(one level below private banking.) and i've been bombing them questions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually hor.. a banker and financial consultant's job is about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;! LOL. the title "banker" is just more glamorous. and perhaps that's the hurdler i've been trying to cross, and is still trying. but benefit wise, banker is lesser and i shall not mention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and, i mean the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; when i pass my m8! :) HI in jan then follow by m8! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so busy i am really considering giving cherryblossom town up. i really really don't wanna do that. but i seriously have no fucking time. for 3 weeks, i wake up like 7 odd on weekdays, reach home like 9,10 or 11 odd. sleep at 1am latest. on weekends, i still wake up early to do stuff. i don't have time to procrastinate or says 'lazy' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring, but i will not whine! it's all in the mind! *chants* i'm not tired i'm not tired i'm not tired i'm not tired i'm not tired i'm not tired i'm not tired *chants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not tired but i really need to get some good sleep soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not realise it's damn irritating when all you hear is, "very tired" from someone. saying once is ok. what if the person keeps saying that? and do you find that it eventually affects you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i don't like to say that.. unless people ask me. LOL. my answer is quite fixed, with min. details, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing lah, very tired lor. *pouts*" HAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. by the way, i decided upon hazellyn. yeps, i wanted to use gisele because it was kinda unique. but i find it really weird because gisele reminds me of the model and i cannot imagine people calling me that. most importantly, boyfren love that name! and being a super fucking practical person, the more i don't wanna use it. you know, like if anything were to happen to us.. the last thing i need is a name to remind me of him. mind you. to me, this is definitely not pessimistic, it's just rational thinking lor! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i decided to use one that i prefer, hazellyn. boyfren hates it and keeps calling me hazel instead. well, so be it. deedee says hazel suits me too. furthermore, some colleagues call me hazel in short. i like hazel, but it's very common. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, be prepared to be see changes to my name in fb and all. of course you can still call me whatever you have been calling me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing!! christmas party~ shall we try mimolette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=40792065923&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=40792065923&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liting, crystal, bing. lindy? weihong?&lt;br /&gt;jen baby will be joining us, if she didn't put aeroplane me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;boyfren. and i don't know if his frens are coming.&lt;br /&gt;raine. bring your friends if you want k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven read the details, so please do if you guys are free. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i getting really sleepy! i'd better be off to bed for my activities tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i took 2hrs odd to finish blogging while multi tasking, rather finish this entry.. because i think i have more to blog, except that i forgotten what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN BLOG ABOUT STEAMBOAT GANG CHRISTMAS PARTY WHERE WE ALL HAD A GREAT TIME! heh. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2539570856327650884?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2539570856327650884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2539570856327650884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2539570856327650884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2539570856327650884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/long.html' title='long update!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-9133788504592248466</id><published>2008-12-15T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:39:16.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>oh my hunnie say cheebeh..&lt;br /&gt;ei ya ei ya oh!&lt;br /&gt;and oh myself will say cheebeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;ei ya ei ya oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will cheebeh here, cheebeeee there.&lt;br /&gt;everyone cheechee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh every-one should have their own..&lt;br /&gt;cheechee behbee bi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBCB LAH. ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-9133788504592248466?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/9133788504592248466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=9133788504592248466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/9133788504592248466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/9133788504592248466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8580236413572117383</id><published>2008-12-15T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:38:18.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>when you gets too busy..</title><content type='html'>.. but you need to satisfied your blogging dosage, you gotta think of other means to blog.&lt;p&gt;for instance, blogging from mobile.&lt;p&gt;wahahaha. haven been able to even have a good rest since last week. but it feels good to be very super ultra busy, with stuff planned till the brim. except that its so fucking tiring. &lt;p&gt;energy is totally drained.&lt;p&gt;besides that you get to waste some time on train by blogging! heh. and, i&amp;#39;m reaching! blog again later at boyfren&amp;#39;s maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8580236413572117383?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8580236413572117383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8580236413572117383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8580236413572117383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8580236413572117383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-gets-too-busy.html' title='when you gets too busy..'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1525712090798621729</id><published>2008-12-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:23.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'>test from mobile</title><content type='html'>test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1525712090798621729?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1525712090798621729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1525712090798621729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1525712090798621729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1525712090798621729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-from-mobile.html' title='test from mobile'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6025863355193993537</id><published>2008-12-10T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:26:08.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>it's past my sleeping time and i should sleep. heh. i make it a point to sleep at 12 everyday so i can wake up for work without getting angry. hahah! i'm always angry when i wake up. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m5 cleared! so training as scheduled. but kl trip's off and i don't know why yet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting the steamboat gang soon for xmas party and i am excited! BUT!! i haven got sher's present! zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will squeeze time out to get while i try to prepare for flea market this weekend + work + preparation for my 'new journey'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. should have done some during the last long weekend. =.= bad planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy.. but i wanna meet so many people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random:&lt;br /&gt;somehow i belong to someone who doesn't complain about friends in front of other friends. alright, i do whine a little but most of the time i whine for a moment of little anger. especially if my friends know that person, the more i won't wanna risk making them hate the person or have bad impression. so, if one day.. i really start going on about someone and in a calm manner, you know i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't read too much into my above paragraph and prepare your mood for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets, are you ready for christmas?! and bingbong, you are booked, remember?! hahah. weihong on dblo already.. so i guess we need to think of something if we are not going there this eve. gonna contact crystal they all soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen baby, gina dearie and hunnie!! what's your plan?! elmo darling, thai disco?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if everyone gets together at a place! okay, a little random for the people.. but, it's actually alright because everyone belongs to a group and won't feel left out. :x well, weihong doesn't belong to any unless lindy group is going. but if lindy isn't going, weihong doesn't mind too. LOL. siao on one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last christmas, we nearly celebrated at the same place as sox. but ended up going to dblo to find lindy and group. i wonder how will the arrangement be like this christmas. &gt;.&lt; i hope i won't be in dilemma because i prolly wanna split myself up and go everywhere! greedy greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I'M SO EXCITED NOW LAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should sleep. time check: 0026. this entry took me 26 mins and i'm 26 mins late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6025863355193993537?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6025863355193993537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6025863355193993537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6025863355193993537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6025863355193993537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3870286801039517190</id><published>2008-12-05T20:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:20:35.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>lazy friday night</title><content type='html'>me become a boring girl! guan jio-ed to the new club(which i can never get the name even after weihong spell it for me =.=) that is located at previous mos. weihong jio-ed dxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to any, but blogging at home.. ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, last sat was great with the bitches and pimps. HAHAHA. they are now stuck with the label 'pimps' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion bar then qb bar. well, ktv pub wasn't that bad after all right, jen baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after uploading, i changed my mind. i'm lazy to blog in detail already. shall post first and see if i'll change my mind and edit another day aye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/DSC00243.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00244.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/DSC00244.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154400_6050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154416_1754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154416_1754.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154409_9130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154409_9130.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154410_9471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154410_9471.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met interesting people at fashion bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154408_8673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154408_8673.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154383_217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154383_217.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n512545942_2154384_513.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/bitchesandpimps29nov08/n512545942_2154384_513.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came from a vampire party! gees. and the chinese vampire really look sick.. the way he looked at us. eeeee. gives me goosebumps! hahah. such great spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full set of pictures at my&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=49926&amp;amp;id=660467644&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=46427&amp;amp;id=660467644"&gt; facebook album&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tired weekend last week.&lt;br /&gt;went to sitex on sat afternoon, dinner with family and rushed home to prepare to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 7, woke up at 10.30. went to sitex.. then met bingbong and sher for sushi.&lt;br /&gt;knock out after reaching home and work on monday. &gt;.&lt;&gt;off to nua before meeting elmo and jen baby for supper.&lt;/s&gt; oops. canceled! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3870286801039517190?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3870286801039517190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3870286801039517190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3870286801039517190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3870286801039517190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-friday-night.html' title='lazy friday night'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4670763432040300540</id><published>2008-12-04T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:44:09.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'>just me</title><content type='html'>i yearn for the day i can pack my bag and leave on a jet plane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..without a need to let anyone know or be told that i shouldn't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4670763432040300540?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4670763432040300540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4670763432040300540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4670763432040300540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4670763432040300540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-me.html' title='just me'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3686168197928044374</id><published>2008-12-02T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:05:08.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'>monday BOOOOOOOOOOO-lueee</title><content type='html'>yawnz. my pay is actually only 7 bucks per hours! NBCB. and by right, i can actually insist because the damn contract i signed stated 9.50bucks. i nodded and said no problem but the more i think, the angrier i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your problem that your staff makes a mistake and i don't need to bear the fucking consequences of having my pay decrease by 200odd in total. i can make a big fuss and not go to work anymore because i am not binded but any contract now that you have taken away my copy. though i nodded and said no problem, i am capable of bring it up and &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;drop the bucket on you. i can and&lt;/span&gt; but refuse to make a big fuss because i don't wanna get the girl/her staff into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. 7/hr is alright for a temp actually. it's the kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tio pian&lt;/span&gt; feeling and the way she settle it which makes me pissed. a few sentences isn't enough to rectify the situation, my dear. i'm sure you can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. come to think of it, i am actually very soft hearted. &gt;.&lt; the other time i spoke to her (another her) i was very pissed when she kept trying to persuade me though she says she understand. yah, think i stupid. "i understand.. but.. " but.. but.. but.. _|_ however, once she stop doing that, my heart soften and felt bad for my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i can be so hard and soft hearted, at different times. must have inherited such a genes from mummy. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, that bloody bitch actually upload the pictures to facebook again. =.= send on msn lah! fuck. zzz. download from fb the size all cock up. (you know i still love you despite you doing all these. heh. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz. alright. i hate peak hours. i wanna spit at the lady in suit who lean on the bloody pole for people to hold, causing the aunty behind her/in front of me to have nothing to hold on to. she kept losing her balance. poor her. and she kept knocking onto me. poor me. but i wanna slap the same aunty for leaning back when she dig for stuff in her bag. need such big space meh?! =.= oh! and i wanna step on the indian aunty behind me with my heels because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly: she likes to lean on people as though they are poles. poles are not supposed to be lean onto in the firs place! however we all know everyone tend to do that. i'm guilty as well. but i do make sure i'm not depriving someone else from holding it or something. for example peak hours or when there's other people standing near me who might wanna hold on it. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, she hits you when she get things from bag. =.= without saying sorry. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. boyfren forgot to find out for me where's the nearest post office. i walked so far and long to find the bloody post office, bobbling my mushroom swiss only to find the post office 2 small roads away from where i was working. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurts. somehow blisters are still better than.. i don't know what's this feeling. the damn heels don't give blisters, but it makes me feel like my feet are breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start studying for m5 real soon so i can slowly read 1 chapter everyday lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm a very angry woman &lt;s&gt;now&lt;/s&gt; just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. maybe still a little now. hahaha! but i think i'm a little sleepy to be angry. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO HONGKONG! chuan is back from hk and raine is going soon. i should have ask chuan to ta bao me there then raine to ta bao me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! psssssssst! did you guys ever suspect that maybe bobo have imaginary &lt;s&gt;fren&lt;/s&gt; frens?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. *slaps* so random and so full of nonsense. i should go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3686168197928044374?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3686168197928044374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3686168197928044374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3686168197928044374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3686168197928044374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-booooooooooo.html' title='monday BOOOOOOOOOOO-lueee'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2720571290722729829</id><published>2008-11-29T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:54:02.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>steamboat gang christmas party!</title><content type='html'>13 dec, tiffy's place.&lt;br /&gt;steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;theme: rewind! any speed, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;power rewind can be stone age, flinstone.&lt;br /&gt;if it's too much, then rewind to those days of no rules no fear tee shirts, bell bottoms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;or, rewind to being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your imagination run wild!! as for the guys, we will go earlier to dress them up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if needed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to birthday (mth + day)&lt;br /&gt;me 10, sher 11, bing 12, beng 15 , panda 18, gt 21, yuan 31, tiffy 32, deedee 36&lt;br /&gt;so, i buy for sher, sher buy for bing.. blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;presents = $30 and below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if nick is coming, he's 11.. but older than sher. so i buy for nick, nick buy for sher. as for his gf, i have no idea. so whoever is free, please pester nick for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any objections regarding the present/theme, please let sher or me know. because bingbong is useless, so no point letting him know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2720571290722729829?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2720571290722729829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2720571290722729829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2720571290722729829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2720571290722729829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/steamboat-gang-christmas-party.html' title='steamboat gang christmas party!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-4276648713500420642</id><published>2008-11-27T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:40:27.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherryblossomtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants &apos;n&apos; diatribes'/><title type='text'>this post gonna be quite rojak!</title><content type='html'>i'm starting work tomorrow. it's very sudden.. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am so pissed off by this person from the job agency(not those agencies i've been mentioning previously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called my phone, i din pick up, she called my house, which i din answer. then she called my phone again, then my house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a total of 7 calls. =.= there must be a reason why people don't answer right? -more in my lj blog for frens only-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, work, therefore means i will be more busy. inserted a schedule above, refer if you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 21435746183518 things not done and 7582354 people to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that it takes two hands to clap and it takes 2 parties to maintain a good relationship/friendship. so i try to meet up with many friends that i haven seen for some time! because everyone is so busy and no one knows when is each other free.. so i will just try to get them when i'm free and see if they are too! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good talking to twinnie yesterday. all her flying stories.. hahah. she's going over to SQ. awww. me so envy her lor! but i still got chance as long as i stop gaining weight! LOL. stick thin girls wear kebaya not very nice lor! :x and what i heard is that they will prefer girls who are not stick thin and have the 'shape' when wearing kebaya.&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i saw people saying that in forums, but i do not know how true this is! and i'm not saying it's true. (hahah! in case sia call me up, not for interview, but for lawsuit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos i know i prolly won't be going for that even though i'd love to be flying around. :( there's other things that i'm more interested to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneak preview for cherryblossom town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SS6NSU9h_3I/AAAAAAAAABY/m4VhbYie8ZE/s1600-h/sneakprev.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SS6NSU9h_3I/AAAAAAAAABY/m4VhbYie8ZE/s320/sneakprev.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it! done by flaky, copyrighted. heh. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is, i've decided. actually not like i really thought about it. but, the more she push, the further am i. and she pushed me to the other side. &gt;.&lt; okay, since this is work related, i guess its not too nice if i say everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be trained into a pushy sales person because i'm going for the position financial CONSULTANT, not financial SALESPERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will blog more in my locked lj. friends, add me there if you wanna read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-4276648713500420642?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/4276648713500420642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=4276648713500420642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4276648713500420642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/4276648713500420642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-gonna-be-quite-rojak.html' title='this post gonna be quite rojak!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/SS6NSU9h_3I/AAAAAAAAABY/m4VhbYie8ZE/s72-c/sneakprev.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-1198159438337200087</id><published>2008-11-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:51:59.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedules'/><title type='text'>nov/dec 08 schedules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;entries per normal below this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;'training' and 'test' will be on if everything goes according to plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;20 &amp;amp; 21 dec: test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;  19 &lt;s&gt;- 20 or 21 dec: kl trip?&lt;/s&gt; training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;18 dec: school enrollment / training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;17 dec: training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;16 dec: training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;15 dec: training &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;14 dec: flea market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;13 dec: flea market + advanced xmas party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;12 dec: tentatively booked for sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;11 dec: &lt;s&gt;tentatively meeting THG ex colleagues&lt;/s&gt; dental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;9 dec: m5 exam after work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;28 nov - 12 dec: available after 6pm on weekdays. weekends available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;however, need to  set aside days to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;29 nov: date with bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; kick ass fun time, pictures up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1198159438337200087?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1198159438337200087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1198159438337200087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1198159438337200087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1198159438337200087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/test_27.html' title='nov/dec 08 schedules!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3240319379500771221</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:11:10.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endeavors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i burst my left feet blister while playing with it, then i proceed to play with the right one and it burst as well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnz. blisters are such adorable thing.. when i don't need to be in the shoes anymore. LOL. i think i whine that it's painful the moment i met bingbong and boyfren that day, then i whine a few more times on and off till tiffy's place. next day still wore the same shoes to ktv with my family then to dinner. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once i reached home, and showered, i started playing with it. normally i will play till i had enough then burst it. but this time round was quite big, so more fun.. ended up i play for 2 days till yesterday. press press press, pok pok pok.. burst! nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but i think i'm wearing that to meet twinnie later. &gt;.&lt;&gt;new shoes, new blister! LOL. okay, it wasn't because of the blister that i wanna get more shoes. it's because i just need it.. my shoes are spoiling one by one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after my post yesterday, i linked up some investment, mostly about stocks, sites to read. i only picked out those that i will read, but there are many others. and i think i might slowly remove them from my list if i find them not interesting. LOL. maybe i should go see what my father have in his computer, rather what sites he visit for these. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike boyfren, i hate to read those long long financial reports. maybe he hates it too, but he still do it. given those longlong articles, i will skip from here to there. me love efficient and good summaries.. eg like those from boyfren! WAAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since young, i never like to be banker when playing black jack, maybe because i don't know how to count! LOL. but i like to, when playing monopoly, etc. and i wonder, what will i be next time in the stock market, more of a banker or more of a player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows, i might go into forex? or maybe a commodities trader trading gold? ahh. gold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds so exciting! but no one knows what will happen? maybe i'll be good being a financial adviser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! gotta prepare and meet twinnie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3240319379500771221?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3240319379500771221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3240319379500771221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3240319379500771221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3240319379500771221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-burst-my-left-feet-blister-while.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2425239856192607512</id><published>2008-11-25T11:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:53:47.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>gold camera!</title><content type='html'>i'm never gadget person. but as i mentioned, i am considering if i should get a digital camera.. i went to did a search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually i have always been thinking of getting a camera, and the thought have been there for years. i've always been thinking of a red one! but i always pushed it off with, "phone camera is enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently the canon 870 makes my ♥ skipped many beats. one each time i see the advertisement. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ixus870is.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/ixus870is.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canon ixus870is or something like that. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to search..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/1050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokpok has a olympus one.. and if i'm not wrong, flaky mentioned olympus is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=index-w150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/index-w150.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i still think of a red camera from cybershot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/e1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little thing is cute as well! at first i think it was ugly, but the more i look, the better it seems. lol. though cannot be compared to red or gold ones. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, the economy is so bad.. i should settle for a good and cheaper-than-those-fanciful ones. that is if, the plain one is better but prices are the same as the gold or red ones. then i can stick blingblings or whatever myself! if the camera is no good, stick whatever shit also sian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. DO THEY HAVE GOLD BLINGBLINGS?! red also can lah. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after searching for cameras, i suddenly remember seeing gold lappy for fujitsu. but i  don't know if i'm dreaming because i can't find it. zzz. but i found these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=L1010-gallery-en1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/L1010-gallery-en1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=m1010-gallery-en1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 192px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/m1010-gallery-en1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/untitled.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 2 is from fujitsu. and last is sony. heard vaio is not good though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but above all.. this 2 is ownage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goldlappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/goldlappy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking chio.. except that i'm not a mac lover/user. but i don't mind being one if i get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, boyfren.. i think this is better than your white one! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blacknight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 208px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/25%20nov%2008%20blog/blacknight.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gold iphone! i didn't go ga-ga over iphone when it was launched. i didn't thought of buying it. i didn't sell my phone to get iphone like boyfren did. but, i would for this gold one.. maybe. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. sibei wet lah. nowadays gadgets are getting prettier. do they have gold mp3 as well? okays, i know apple has it. apple again.. knn. i ain't an apple person lor.. but now that they have so many gold stuff, i'm starting to like apple. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better stop here else boyfren will slap me.. "WHATS WITH YOU AND GOLD/RED?" he won't say 'whats with me and black' because he likes black too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know what is it.. but there is really something with me and gold/red/black. fetish maybe? like how there's something with me and driving fast/fast cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured, i'm still quite a safety driver when i have passengers. i can and will gamble on my life but not their lives. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about fast.. i am still laughing about how i peep at elmo when he's driving, and he thought i was peeping at the meter. HAHAH. i couldn't see the meter but it should be at least 120km and above with all the cars moving out of the 1st lane. and i peep because i find serious male drivers super attractive! like jay in initial d! *get too high and faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets up* before anyone jumps into any conclusion, i want to say that there's definitely no feeeeeeeel-ing between elmo and me. LOL. our friendship is way further than boy-girl attraction. if you get what i mean. AHHAH. i merely wanted to see if my 'fast male drivers who looked serious are attractive' theory is true. but like i've said, our friendship is way further.. i din see someone who make my heart skip a beat. i only see a very lovely friend who have been here for me for the past 8 years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnz. so random. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2425239856192607512?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2425239856192607512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2425239856192607512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2425239856192607512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2425239856192607512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/gold-camera.html' title='gold camera!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-40819055008834644</id><published>2008-11-24T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:07:55.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog, but i'm very very lazy! just wanna nua.. and maybe viwawa! sushido!! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rare to feel like playing games, so i will go do it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to another agency tmr. wish me luck and hope everything goes well! accompany bingbong to buy psp then dinner with sweets before she start work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing! i'm saving for a camera, hopefully! geez. tattoo extension, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bag, camera and i forgot what else. still in consideration for camera as i'm not sure if i really really need it. nb. i sound like i really need a tattoo and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bag! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i realised.. I KUKU-LY TYPED STRIPS AND BINGBONG KUKU-LY FOLLOW! strap strap strap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingbong, shh. that one not obvious.&lt;br /&gt;joyce, yuan's father office. ahahah! looks good eh? anyway. how your new toy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeee~ off to play game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;added: steamboat gang please check my LJ. posted an entry regarding our mini xmas party! customized so that only people concerned can view though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-40819055008834644?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/40819055008834644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=40819055008834644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/40819055008834644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/40819055008834644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-blog-but-im-very-very-lazy-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7348157586743012391</id><published>2008-11-22T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:43:24.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>yuan's birthday.</title><content type='html'>i'm really really lazy to blog with words. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met bingbong and sher to get his present and for lunch! sushi tei-ed.. and i lovelove this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, look at flower on the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a prank on yuan saying i am not going because the day before he was &lt;s&gt;complaining&lt;/s&gt; whining about how some no heart people last minute say not going. hahaha. the prank went great and he really believed i couldn't make it and thought that there will be many leftovers for crabsticks. muhahahaha! (crabsticks because i eat alot of it and normally they/we will buy alot for me. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was also the reason that indirectly cause deedee to be angry with him. because he thought his frens really all so bastard. :x so i don't know if i should be happy that the prank was good. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went early to decorate the place. it was so hot that all make up are melted. 早知道就不放! LOL. okays, i'm a very lazy person who hates to go to the toilet and check or redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yuan should be glad his sis or deedee had bought some stuff already. if not, it's either his will be princess-y birthday or a abnormal one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we couldn't decorate as princess-y, we bought an expensive pink balloon. LOL. he's suppose to hold it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't know if we went too early because we've got time to crap and take pictures! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingbong is not my king..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also my birthday actually. :D belated presents are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i look like i'm blowing the candle with yuan. but, actually.. i am just trying to trigger the non-blow-able to burn again. and the second pic was for my long due birthday. then i din realise i wasn't wearing my clothes properly. LOL. that 2 strip is suppose to be on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01239xxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01239xxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st present presenting sure is different from before eh. but i seem to be more happy and look like i'm receiving the present instead. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/yuan%20bday/DSC01238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7348157586743012391?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7348157586743012391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7348157586743012391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7348157586743012391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7348157586743012391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/yuans-birthday.html' title='yuan&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5654871268796478131</id><published>2008-11-21T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:39:47.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>101st post!</title><content type='html'>do you say 101th or 101st?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. and so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed evening decide. thurs study. fri paper at 9am and 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i passed the harder one. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very ultra dumb decision. and i am glad boyfren was here, except that he gotta forgo his mahjong session halfway at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the fucking thing about me is that.. i love this kind of challenges or some call it cheap thrill. but when i realise i am quite dead, like at 9pm last night, i am not even halfway done.. i panic like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up, but i panic and became quite cranky and insane. boyfren forsake his 2nd round of mahjong to come find me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得寸进尺。。&lt;br /&gt;this have super backfire effect on me. i have absolutely no tolerance for people like that. ask and i say ok.. fine. when you want more, you ask.. when i say no, you can persuade. and i might agree. but if you wanna push your luck again, sorry. i will just turn my back on you. the most you can persuade is not more than thrice. the most i will give, is an inch. anything more, i'll prolly fuck you up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually quite simple eh? i hate to repeat more than thrice, ans more than thrice, etc.. it doesn't apply to my parents though. you know, parents tend to ask the same thing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off for supper with raine. :) was suppose to fetch elmo from his ulu camp initially. but too bad, last min not booking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT:  yt aka ytt aka yiting train operates on fri/sat night.. either in black honda odyssey(plate no. 4**1) or yellow mazda 3(plate no. *2*). book early to secure a seat. LOL. NO MORNING TRAIN AH! afternoon can consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5654871268796478131?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5654871268796478131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5654871268796478131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5654871268796478131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5654871268796478131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/101st-post.html' title='101st post!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-8892848067728659173</id><published>2008-11-20T04:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:11:42.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><title type='text'>i'm having 2 exams on friday.</title><content type='html'>you heard me right. school's exams are over. it's m5 and m9 that i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sudden decision that i made before meeting them for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only got only tmr to finish these 2 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SSRyWyDnfJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_P4-5Q5Al4/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TMR8rfD13E/SSRyWyDnfJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_P4-5Q5Al4/s320/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270463199649954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m9 at 9am. m5 at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is exam cheap thrill! i am so nervous now! LOL. ok, i am feeling a little silly to make such a decision, but.. sounds challenging eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8892848067728659173?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8892848067728659173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8892848067728659173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8892848067728659173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8892848067728659173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-2-exams-on-friday.html' title='i&apos;m having 2 exams on friday.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4TMR8rfD13E/SSRyWyDnfJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_P4-5Q5Al4/s72-c/DSC00213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-7370548239396170637</id><published>2008-11-18T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:22:02.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>checked!</title><content type='html'>blogging have really become part of my life that even when i am busy, i still wanna blog! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life have been really great so far except that there's only outflow and &lt;s&gt;no&lt;/s&gt; a one time inflow of moolah. =.= i know i have been whining about this, because it's my tattoo fund being at risk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time inflow soon because i finished the freelance project. *ka-ching $_$*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been having many meet ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycie, checked. raine, checked. bitches, checked. hunnie, checked. elmo, checked. guan, checked. steamboat gang, checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss out any?! i seriously cannot remember what i've been doing lah! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting serene and tiffany + their bf tmr.&lt;br /&gt;meeting jayelle and ade, and hopefully chuan, on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also aim to meet..&lt;br /&gt;jenny, shiya + riena, stella, peizi, and i dunno who!&lt;br /&gt;gonna plan with them soon! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be good if i can meet up with 6tui, -ve, etc as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i haven seen myfuckingson for awhile. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love catching up with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe it's because i generally love making friends, and being around friends/people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but strangely, it's a major turn off for people to approach me online and i never response well to those 'care to be friends message'. =.=  it's just weird to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me is so happy lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: why try so hard? just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't understand why do people wants to be like others, or try to be someone they are not. isn't that tiring? oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to grab a bite. i'm quite sure 大姨妈 is coming soon. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7370548239396170637?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7370548239396170637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7370548239396170637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7370548239396170637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7370548239396170637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/checked.html' title='checked!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1067018136923763738</id><published>2008-11-16T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:25:40.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i've said, post exams activities schedule are more packed than my exams study schedule. i haven mention how i met jen baby again 2 days after double o and spend a night over at hers, simple talking.. well, we would prefer foursome what. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so activities heavy i really cannot catch up blogging about everything now. zzz. but at this rate i am spending, without income, i am sure my tattoo money will be gone soon enough. ok, actually i am freelancing for my bro's company, doing something i am not very proficient in, dreamweaver. but at least for a non-IT person/student, i am alright. hahahah. but, the pay is not alot because i only do when i am free. :X and, the project is ending soon! i'll need to think of something soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, celebrated yuan's birthday yesterday. i haven got any pictures, so.. i will let the pictures do the talking when i received any. yawnz. and i haven reach home since then. LOL. mahjong-ed at tiffy's after yuan's party then over to boyfren's to sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor bing was pestered by us for 11 stops just because we din allow him to sleep in the train. hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, karma comes real good and fast, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pranked on yuan(i can literally hear "whats new?") causing him to get a little emo/pissed then eventually caused dee to get angry with him. :x super glad it's a small issue? at least i hope it's small because they seem ok after that. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the night, i got angry with boyfren. LOL. is it fast enough? ok, actually i am still angry, or rather annoyed by him. hahahah! well, sometimes somethings are not what it seem. so seriously, sher din have to shout at yuan to ask him to stop (or maybe she shouted cos of the people involved. haha). but i really just wanna make it clear to them it isn't their fault, not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it is simple boyfren's weird and irritating habit. i mean, it happened the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i asked about a msg, he tried to hide. coming up with tons and tons of reasons/excuses/lies to hide when right from the start i know it all isn't true. when i rebut till he have nothing to say, then he finally admitted and thats what i am angry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, even if he wanna hit on my bestest, closest fren.. i hate it to be the last to know. and i hate it even more when i know about it, and when confronted, he tried to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for this case, it really is just him because..&lt;br /&gt;1) when yuan joke that he wanted to tell me on the very day it happened. he insisted it was nothing and also insisted yuan wanted to disturb me just about the food. when he knew it wasn't just about the food. when asked to confess, "confess yourself i won't get so angry".. he still insist it's nothing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;2) when yuan brought it up yesterday, he still keep insisting it was nothing - again.&lt;br /&gt;3) when asked to confess himself again, saying "you really don't want to say it yourself?" he still insist it's nothing and refused to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, who in the hell will believe it was nothing? unless if i am dumb enough.. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) when i got angry, he said. "i din want to tell you cos i scared you angry." if so, whats with the "nothing" when it can get me angry?&lt;br /&gt;5) he knows about.. "whatever it is, even if he wanna hit on my bestest, closest fren.. i hate it to be the last to know. and i hate it even more when i know about it, and when confronted, he tried to hide."&lt;br /&gt;- and i will stop here first cos i am going for dinner. :x LOL -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a known joking issue like how he want to know another fren's sister, or know whoever. i also always joke about how i think i am falling for who who who. if it's a common joke, what is there to hide? what is there to get angry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. sher, you see.. it really isn't about what you two said. don't shout at poor yuan ok?! hahaha. even if it wasn't on this issue, i will still get angry at him on other issue when he does the same.. i mean it's just how he love to slap his own mouth everytime and that i am not a dumb fuck who accept everything he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, so boyfren, do you like to change your mind and prefer a bimbo instead?! HAHAHAH. okay, i am waking him up now for dinner and he prolly read this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: don't worry, i won't poison him later. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make it a private post, but reckon there is really nothing to hide and he knows i am blogging about it. so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1067018136923763738?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1067018136923763738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1067018136923763738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1067018136923763738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1067018136923763738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-ive-said-post-exams-activities.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6442942204907398661</id><published>2008-11-16T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:17:26.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>clinic + obar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051783_6720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 406px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051783_6720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to go to clinic because their drinks look so damn cute! and you can sit on wheelchair or a bed, i think. and so, i finally went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen, gina raine and i couldn't decide where to go so we headed to clarke quay as we can simply choose from the whole stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered sex on the drip. and i am so fucking glad we 4 are clever enough to order 1 to try it out first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051762_306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 348px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051762_306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. because it was horrible! maybe should have tried the red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051763_591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051763_591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051765_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 263px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051765_1165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to figure out how to &lt;s&gt;fuck ourselves&lt;/s&gt;  use the thing ourselves because the shy waiter was mumbling to himself all the while. when ordering, i couldn't hear him and lean forward.. then he lean back. =.= wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing to see such a shy waiter at a nightspot, though there was another waitress that is damn bitchy. she asked if we wanted to order and we said "no, we have one already" prolly because we think that saying "no, we are leaving already." isn't a very nice thing to say since we just reached. and guess what.. her bloody reply was "oh! one only." knn. did she just got ditched or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, sex on the drip taste like medicine to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually it was double o to see my another-boyfren. (dblo was our very initial plan. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763885_8730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 170px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763885_8730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763887_9206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763887_9206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. fucking funny candid picture of guan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met yc and &lt;s&gt;his fren&lt;/s&gt; our new found fren, liting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763873_6004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763873_6004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, liting, jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051782_6412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051782_6412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmo joined us after that! it's more than a year since i clubbed with him lah! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really good despite it's a small group and it's a pity regina and raine had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n606850388_4763873_2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051769_2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 147px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051769_2372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051770_2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 147px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051770_2647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051785_7449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 197px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051785_7449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051786_7761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051786_7761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051799_2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 205px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051799_2303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051798_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 205px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051798_1966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051800_2804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 229px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051800_2804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit a coloured ball thinking it was white. LOL. i wasn't drunk nor high, but it really looked like the white ball can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051787_8068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 252px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051787_8068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen baby likes this though it's mis aim due to last min decision! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051788_8386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 195px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051788_8386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer this. hahaah. and, it's a norm to take this picture when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051803_3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051803_3929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. cute right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051805_4681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 259px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/dblo%208nov08/n512545942_2051805_4681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;pimp and his girls. LOL.&lt;/s&gt; loves of my life.  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still very pissed with blogger. I FUCKING HATE HOW BLOGGER ACT SMART AND CHANGE THE CODING WHEN I UPLOAD PICTURES, CAUSING ME TO RETYPE SO MANY FUCKING THINGS. does anyone know how to stop that? like settings or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6442942204907398661?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6442942204907398661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6442942204907398661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6442942204907398661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6442942204907398661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/dbl-o-post-soon.html' title='clinic + obar!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6288879024698999859</id><published>2008-11-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:17:47.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinges of ting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s neighbour'/><title type='text'>post exams!</title><content type='html'>firstly, bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. to all bond prices, constant growth, npv, philips curve, monetary rule, keynesian, WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00166.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. to messy hair that doesn't look like i've tied them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00158.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00158.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. to fever that visited me and qoo socks that warm my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00169.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. to adorable sweets that mummy provide me. (i have been munching while i study. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00144.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00144.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00142.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00142.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the second picture.. the sweet wrapper is a town picture lor! adorable right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish with the byes.. it's hello's to many many activities. i've been busy since i finish exams, i felt that i am more busy than when i am studying for my papers. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with joycie and raine on the very day i finish my last paper. was really tired, but i don't know why. maybe i just want to be out. 85-ed and i had a bar chor mee that takes like 30mins! oh wells. wasn't hungry and din wanna eat too much, afterall my fever just recovered. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i was craving for sushi and an elephant the next day. (elephant is when i am very hungry or when i want to eat many many things, eg buffet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next day was sushi with bingbong and boyfren. bingbong sat in between us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00170.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 178px; height: 132px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, this is adorable hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it shrunk quite a bit. but, if it haven shrunk then it won't be this cute! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong-ed at tiffy's after sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I GAO A 十三么 (the thirteen wonders). FIRST TIME IN MY YEARS OF MAHJONG-ING. and, i still got extra cards to choose from. =.=&lt;br /&gt;boyfren did it the week before i did, and it think that's also his first time. zzz. GOT SO QIAO ANOT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little kayden is so big already! and he doesn't cry even though he is starting to recognise people already. me love kids that doesn't cry any-o-how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to keep the entry clean,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i will blog about double o in next post! (though the rest of them already blogged about it lah! LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is very random, but i am very busy.. i am meeting my bitches, self-manicured at home, helping my bro.. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! by the way, hunnie intro-ed me to  majolica majorca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't resist it, because it's GOLD! goddamit! i don't know if i should hate hunnie for it or what. i am seriously not in need for another foundation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eventually, i got hunnie one as well.. prolly a very advanced christmas present? hahahah. good things are meant to be shared eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 237px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 236px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/tengy/14nov08%20blog/DSC00204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6288879024698999859?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6288879024698999859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6288879024698999859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6288879024698999859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6288879024698999859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-exams.html' title='post exams!'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-5437829822961529948</id><published>2008-11-14T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:11:09.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is pissing me off big time, i've changed my mind to blog. nbcb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-5437829822961529948?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/5437829822961529948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=5437829822961529948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5437829822961529948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/5437829822961529948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-is-pissing-me-off-big-time-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6681607562356606255</id><published>2008-11-13T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:22:15.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm glad changing blog isn't big decision in life. and i can decide every other day where i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but it seems like blogger is the more comfy one compared to lj and wordpress besides their privacy eg pw protect entries, friends only entries. i'm not sure if i even need them, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna nua in bed now. so, i guess i will update tmr with lots of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6681607562356606255?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967920794175235585.post-8995943514708951624</id><published>2008-11-10T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:09:39.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moblog'/><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test from mobile&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-8995943514708951624?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/8995943514708951624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=8995943514708951624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8995943514708951624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/8995943514708951624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3299388048155619787</id><published>2008-11-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:44:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should go fuck myself and die! LOL. zzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3299388048155619787?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3299388048155619787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3299388048155619787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3299388048155619787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3299388048155619787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-go-fuck-myself-and-die-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-6423337929071394460</id><published>2008-11-06T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HOPE NO ONE RELINK ME YET, BECAUSE I REALISE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might crawl back here. let me try out tonight first ok?! afterall, exams over! i got time to testtest! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-6423337929071394460?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/6423337929071394460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=6423337929071394460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6423337929071394460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/6423337929071394460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-no-one-relink-me-yet-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7499894400341240550</id><published>2008-11-02T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shifted to wordpress.</title><content type='html'>tentatively, i've decided to shift to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tingesofting.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://tingesofting.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, blogdrive last the longest.. 3 years at the &lt;strong&gt;very least&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this decision will last. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya there.&lt;br /&gt;many love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7499894400341240550?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7499894400341240550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7499894400341240550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7499894400341240550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7499894400341240550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/shifted-to-wordpress.html' title='shifted to wordpress.'/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-3990511091725167579</id><published>2008-11-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i just wanna slap myself real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was comfortably at blogdrive, but fan jian me thought of switching blog. and then i decide upon blogspot because i can make my skin and have tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i am considering livejournal.. and wordpress again! what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why livejournal? cos it allow friends only entries, now that a couple of my friends are there.. i dont need to bother if they need to sign up an account for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm. wordpress allow password entries!! wahahahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm currently most in love with wordpress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what's stopping me? not being able to make your own layout.. though i know i prolly do one in a few months! LOL. but wordpress allow custom headers and all.. oh! the colours are quite limited. white, black, dah dah dah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawnz. anyway, 1 more paper! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dblo on 8 nov! anyone in for it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-3990511091725167579?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/3990511091725167579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=3990511091725167579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3990511091725167579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/3990511091725167579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-7680029613016207636</id><published>2008-10-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i haven decide where i want to be. livejournal or blogspot. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-7680029613016207636?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/7680029613016207636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=7680029613016207636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7680029613016207636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/7680029613016207636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-i-haven-decide-where-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-904077845176750928</id><published>2008-10-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heehee. i am blogging frequently at livejournal.. but i haven decide if i want to move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting quite used to the system and all.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. let me inform here if i blog there? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinges-of-ting.livejournal.com :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-904077845176750928?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/904077845176750928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=904077845176750928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/904077845176750928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/904077845176750928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/10/heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-2715874699306286778</id><published>2008-10-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please refer to &lt;a href="http://tinges-of-ting.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://tinges-of-ting.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; for my exams dates and do stop asking me out from now on. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sorry guys, gotta cancel the ktv this weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutnut's dead. and.. i can't be bothered now. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-2715874699306286778?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/2715874699306286778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=2715874699306286778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2715874699306286778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/2715874699306286778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-refer-to-httptinges-of-ting.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3967920794175235585.post-1011861272989882774</id><published>2008-10-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:54.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ting-i-logy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>replied to tiffy's blog and i find it rather funny, my replies i mean. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i warn people by not say things straight, unless you are a close fren of mine, so some thinks i'm cunning. sometimes it is because i respect the person and want to keep it private, yet i don't want others to encounter the same thing. sometimes, the person i am warning is easily influence and i don't want to influence their impression about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thinks that i'm fake because i can smile at everyone &lt;strong&gt;if i want to&lt;/strong&gt;. (though i receive feedbacks that i look sibei dao. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can talk like i don't know a thing about you when i heard millions of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see anything wrong, seriously. if you mix few box of puzzles together, some may fit even if they are from different box, some may not. some may fit but, not perfectly. i believe the same for people. so when you and someone can't get along, it doesn't mean me and you or me and someone cannot get along as well. i have friends who can't get along or hates each other.. but both click quite well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the reason why i can behave like i don't know anything at all. furthermore i am not someone who will be easily influenced by what people say. i can joke along, laugh along.. but it doesn't mean i condemn the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day boyfren and i were talking at mac. beside those boring economic, financial issues.. i asked him question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you rather be nice and let people think you're a fool? or be mean and let people think you're a fool? and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said. nice and be a fool. cos since either way will be a fool, then be nice maybe got good karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop laughing when i heard his answer. and immediately he knows why i asked.. because i did something shocking, to him, earlier on. and he think's i'm crazy, which i think i am not. maybe he is thinking that people prolly hates me, but i still bother about them. but, to me is.. you can hate me for all you want, you can bad mouth me, but i will do my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me. my ans is.. be nice and let people think you are a fool. when you treat someone nice, from the bottom of your heart of cos, you will also be happy. and it doesn't matter if they think i am a fool because, i know i am not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, when my part is done.. it's not my problem anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, actually the definition of backstab, fake, and all is very subjective isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, one thing i need to admit is.. ok lah, sometimes my 嘴很毒 lah and sometimes i am very guailan lah. but it's all harmless, and you will know it. (because if i mean harm.. it will be far worst and the difference can be felt.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3967920794175235585-1011861272989882774?l=tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/feeds/1011861272989882774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3967920794175235585&amp;postID=1011861272989882774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1011861272989882774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3967920794175235585/posts/default/1011861272989882774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinges-of-ting.blogspot.com/2008/10/replied-to-tiffys-blog-and-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hazel-nut!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921687632604345182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
