<?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-19142745</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:49:01.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll meet again someday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4755423556034455815</id><published>2009-11-03T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:11:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reliving those bits n pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelin the adrenaline again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;countless untold stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trails across miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our shared secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the thought thrills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it always did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and always does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unspeakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no words can describe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a place called our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;have you ever skipped home from sch cos home has all that you will ever need?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have.&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/19142745-4755423556034455815?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4755423556034455815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4755423556034455815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4755423556034455815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4755423556034455815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/reliving-those-bits-n-pieces-feelin.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3962828119109757001</id><published>2009-10-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:01:13.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;been a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;how a year can change someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;goals.directions.moments.dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;it all comes along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's been pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty stubbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;a side for none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the eyes of ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-176310792136541704</id><published>2009-01-22T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:27:12.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>writing again in the longest time. just before she goes.&lt;br /&gt;the past 6 months have been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;loved.&lt;br /&gt;next 4 will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;hard to do it.&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-176310792136541704?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/176310792136541704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=176310792136541704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/176310792136541704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/176310792136541704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-again-in-longest-time.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6774528355982352260</id><published>2008-06-25T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:16:31.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6774528355982352260?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6774528355982352260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6774528355982352260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6774528355982352260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6774528355982352260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6942525533815336663</id><published>2008-05-04T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:10:46.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite an eventful three weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work has been fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting to learn more now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thankful for the help he's giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and of cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty colleague makes things so much better (: hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had great lunch on friday. and good news too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just that conincidental sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went for interviews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good learning experience definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but makes me doubtful again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elitist. bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another one on wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less nervous this time round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm just glad to have made it thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im beginning to wonder what may happen if it advances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps suited more for normality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being up, bearing expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 yrs of this load has made me skeptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;graduation day soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28 may (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then grad dinner on 31st. urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im looking forward to graduation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely not the dinner thou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dun see the pt in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give me OUR grad dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not urs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this month appears to be getting short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost one day of leave each week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and seeing the triplets has maded this week wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't find another word more describing, not just cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but extremely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when u see three little ones walking around the hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perfect (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still a drama queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i can't handle when it really comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6942525533815336663?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6942525533815336663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6942525533815336663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6942525533815336663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6942525533815336663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/quite-eventful-three-weeks-work-has.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-9193446936279694731</id><published>2008-04-05T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:43:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelin good on a saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work has been freakin boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACCOUNTANTS HAVE NO LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my irksome mentor hasn't been helpful either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but on a brighter note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my pretty colleague asked me out for lunch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a gym partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was watching the class video daisy made for final ppt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each time i watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelings are stirred up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and with each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im feeling more appreciative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;working w such a motivated class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next week seems fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haircut on monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meetup w annie and sy on thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going back for baoc on friday w the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tues and wed to recover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mid week's damn hard to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and lunching at raffles place is terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tissue papers, name tags, umbrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watever can be used to 'chop' a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;havent been lunching well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weather and crowd are major turnoffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;balances the insufficient exercising though i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other than work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's kinda borin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to find sth to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thank whoever it may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the new jurong redevelopment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my flat price will be gg up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll probably be working in jurong in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the thought of home and work being so near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sounds wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im only hoping it doesn't really take 15 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be an old woman by then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this thought suddenly crossed my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not gonna spend 10 years fighting with crowds for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time to think of sth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;don't need to look at paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;everyday can be legendary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-9193446936279694731?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9193446936279694731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=9193446936279694731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9193446936279694731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9193446936279694731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-morning.html' title='saturday morning'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-635297871888764654</id><published>2008-04-01T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:03:56.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just came from another entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very heartened to know i'm on the right track &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after such a long struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it took me a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to realise it's just that simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just a min of putting things down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and calling or typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt's the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm glad things have turned out this way:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i got the awaited letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wasn't as excited as i thought i would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but definitely happy still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just had a pt to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i've that i've proven it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to find a second point to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first day of office work today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man an accountant's life is dead boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my most commonly used qs today-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you need help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i figured im gona bring some stuff to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully it gets busier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i never knew i'm expected to take 2 hours to print 17 files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i know why everyone has a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos they simply sit on the job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and take 2 days to finish what could be done in 4 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's to way to keep your job it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm going to ask my pretty colleague for lunch soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i cant even remember her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been having amazingly wonderful dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me look forward to sleeping now each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-635297871888764654?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/635297871888764654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=635297871888764654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/635297871888764654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/635297871888764654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/heartened.html' title='heartened'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3429550463350637153</id><published>2008-03-30T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:22:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;done with interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was alil nerve wrecking initially when u see the big group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im glad janice was around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it definitely made things easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interview topic was about happiness being preordained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so the profs just shot questions for discussions at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and u just really had to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos everyone's trying so hard to be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;relatively fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whether or not i'll get in is secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im just glad i went for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it definitely was an experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im still hoping for that other letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes. i agree with the thoughts of an interviewee in our group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happiness is really about being contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and how much you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;busy at work straight after the interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;working on saturay too wasn't interesting at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im just glad its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and looking forward to my new job next week:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though there are so many reasons for me to hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think it's time i push myself through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive no idea why my google countdown timer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is counting down to graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a last note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm very glad i chose 3 yrs and not 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been seeing the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pros and cons yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but definitely more of the former&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive met amazing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and over the past few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive learnt alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things i know would have been neglected if not for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. im thankful he led me in this direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now it's for me to find my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's crazy but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when u keep replaying the song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it somehow realises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3429550463350637153?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3429550463350637153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3429550463350637153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3429550463350637153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3429550463350637153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-interview.html' title='post interview'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7039839221343627881</id><published>2008-03-28T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:07:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sudden urge to blog before gg off for smu interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been bugging me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've no idea why either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just been feeling irritable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;group interview doesnt help either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and definitely not a writing component after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;started work this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very flexible hours honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ive decided to do sth more relevant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully gives me sm direction after this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;end of 6 sems at np&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last sem was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good for all definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been gg back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gyming and meeting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally feel healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so after spending one month gg for interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and choosing over n again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its time to get sth done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been watching ads these couple of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interesting. very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been avoiding sm things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorting sm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feels like ive been doing this for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i enjoyed my 20th this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks so much to everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to get ready &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope it'll be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping for another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's still an alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;angel in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7039839221343627881?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7039839221343627881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7039839221343627881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7039839221343627881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7039839221343627881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/urge.html' title='urge'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8969481451108068929</id><published>2008-02-05T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:49:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ages since the last post. thought i would abandon it d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but decided to put some thoughts down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tmr's my last presentation in np. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unique one definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sth apart from the typical ppts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as im penning the points down for my individual report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've learnt alot. intangible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rem dreading the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waking up and going to bed with red camp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;planning for business studies diploma display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;developing endless proposals and incorporating countless changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;running the 3 days of red camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the nivea branding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes. we made business studies the top diploma chosen in np. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;packing and packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meetings and MORE meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;production line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emails and more emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;calls and more calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;changes and more changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with nivea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;negotiation and more negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;samples, n more samples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;collection of products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emails and yes, still more emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy anticipation for meeting altricia from nivea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;complains from daphne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i've learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;their support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with lecturers and nivea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;working with lecturers/mgmt and external parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;professionalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;efficiency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. better negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the people around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;typically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the nostalgia's coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this sem's projects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smm (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ib (5 and 1 major)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bb ( 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lam (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bpc (yr's efforts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hcom(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wisp (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and really learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though sometimes the result doesn't quantify the efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've had great proj mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alot more for each of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but damn difficult to put into words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i really appreciate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passed on the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the ups and downs written here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i told her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after it was long over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;final presentation tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afterwhich, back to final exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and lately, one additional interest. v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;crazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8969481451108068929?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8969481451108068929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8969481451108068929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8969481451108068929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8969481451108068929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/ages-since-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2328343411271260708</id><published>2007-08-29T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:49:14.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ytd night was good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spent precious time with them&lt;br /&gt;and hsin drove us around:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow the whole idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that pple around me are starting to drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes it all feel so old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the feeling of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've all grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RtU6dzYr_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/tFqvFhRVfDc/s1600-h/3-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104050036378697682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RtU6dzYr_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/tFqvFhRVfDc/s320/3-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the stuff u do tgt over the years change too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it just becomes weird to do sth like u did in pri sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sec sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn awful feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but pple just keep movin on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun they.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visited ntu hall last night w them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and surprise visit to peishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weird but nice:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the past two days have been borin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gg back to sch for NEXT SEM's proj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wat nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but anyway it's more or less done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next three days in camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trngs friendly trng friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna play a new game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before everything turns stale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dinner with girls later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to complete stuff for proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im really tryin to find a new sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tennis is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still finding sth tt gives me the adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and doesnt require interaction w water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2328343411271260708?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2328343411271260708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2328343411271260708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2328343411271260708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2328343411271260708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/ytd-night-was-good-spent-precious-time.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RtU6dzYr_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/tFqvFhRVfDc/s72-c/3-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7302705573258385562</id><published>2007-08-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:01:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smtimes i read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i cant help but think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if it's been misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good day ytd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it seemed damn long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought i was done w it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've no idea when i can speak of it honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the way i want to speak about it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no hiccups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no stammers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interesting night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks man pple:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time &lt;em&gt;wont&lt;/em&gt; heal all wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;getting ur answers will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope they'll be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to show tt u made a right decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ms lovely's a lady of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear i'll nv be able to do tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the way u asked for ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but pls don let the hatred overwhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look back and be glad u did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep going lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tennis-ed today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and down to gram's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lovely:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the job offers been coming in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i've been turning them all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why must there be SCH again next week..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and camp. argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;campcampcampcamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh but one good news for myself:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aikido lessons startin soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahyeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun tap me from behind in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i may end up throwing u over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my white house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;w many new friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jenny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cassy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nancy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lizzie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7302705573258385562?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7302705573258385562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7302705573258385562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7302705573258385562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7302705573258385562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/smtimes-i-read-and-i-cant-help-but.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-1234948016147256078</id><published>2007-08-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:07:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all over. yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the satisfaction's really not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe the effort wasn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but either way, it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so hols now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time to start on my plans for the next 7wks to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first up: &lt;strong&gt;get a job&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 sems gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i havent any idea wat i wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smtimes i think i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then suddenly along comes sth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the direction's gone agn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to look up schools and offerings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pls have a 2 yrs local 1 yr overseas one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;game first now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-1234948016147256078?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1234948016147256078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=1234948016147256078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1234948016147256078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1234948016147256078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2020153241450163102</id><published>2007-08-20T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:27:16.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've songs to acc me thru each phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this playlist is prob the best thus far:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exams exams exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but my mind's slackslackslack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and playplayplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's so weird telling pple&lt;br /&gt;im STUDYING a website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want a second life btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i suddenly rem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;king or peasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we all dance with the reaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we saw the differences today&lt;br /&gt;and i've been irritated smtimes&lt;br /&gt;but i told u still&lt;br /&gt;that thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt like a doc today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i know why i wanted to be a doctor when i was 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it feels good to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 wks before germ flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and soon. hsin and da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my chicky club's gonna miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we're gonna miss them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it a trend to fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok i'm gonna fly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next yr when i finish my 6sems in np&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lookin forward:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she's too much for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2020153241450163102?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2020153241450163102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2020153241450163102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2020153241450163102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2020153241450163102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-songs-to-acc-me-thru-each-phase-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2815595213183055562</id><published>2007-08-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:56:39.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;resolution 2 (for 2mths break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. try paintball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. tennis at least once every fortnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. gym: tbc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. READ my story books. READ yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. sign up for golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;out out out. i want out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. oh yes. try minyi's plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how to fit these into 8weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus trngs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok i'll think bt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dream bt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and there's camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the last camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meant alot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moving up those steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i nv wanna do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i stoopidly kicked a big stone ytd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;w the toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then it all came back suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only the good remains:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAH. SLEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2815595213183055562?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2815595213183055562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2815595213183055562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2815595213183055562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2815595213183055562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8287333717982791519</id><published>2007-08-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:49:16.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vietnam was good:)&lt;br /&gt;v good break&lt;br /&gt;thou the books kept haunting me every now n then.&lt;br /&gt;shopped shopped shopped&lt;br /&gt;ateateate&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw again&lt;br /&gt;that's how impt it is to a kid&lt;br /&gt;their support and cheers&lt;br /&gt;tt's perhaps the best gift of all&lt;br /&gt;and i miss it&lt;br /&gt;i nv heard again. then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been studyin since i hit home&lt;br /&gt;study break seems so short&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna get away more often&lt;br /&gt;energised:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's in every parent&lt;br /&gt;to want their kid to do them proud&lt;br /&gt;but i guess&lt;br /&gt;you did it the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;cos it's fear n loneliness i see in him.&lt;br /&gt;i've always loved it&lt;br /&gt;thou smtimes. yes. i didnt&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;sth tt i waited for&lt;br /&gt;behind the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to vietnam&lt;br /&gt;visited the cu chi tunnels&lt;br /&gt;excellent work&lt;br /&gt;hard to imagine how they could build&lt;br /&gt;with bare hands&lt;br /&gt;and survived&lt;br /&gt;i admired.&lt;br /&gt;and bobby traps&lt;br /&gt;damn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsRz7TYr_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gTik9jH-UrQ/s1600-h/P1060627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099328140743540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR1vDYr_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/Zq3ak_XfOJc/s1600-h/P1060630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099330129313398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR1vDYr_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/Zq3ak_XfOJc/s320/P1060630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR2SzYr_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/xesg1-1lU9U/s1600-h/P1060631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099330743493721922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR2SzYr_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/xesg1-1lU9U/s320/P1060631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR3ZDYr_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/YjCqvX9dBBM/s1600-h/P1060632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099331950379532114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR3ZDYr_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/YjCqvX9dBBM/s320/P1060632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried shooting&lt;br /&gt;super awkward positioning:{&lt;br /&gt;almost went deaf&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;the soldiers must have been deaf&lt;br /&gt;from years of shooting&lt;br /&gt;bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR8FTYr_7I/AAAAAAAAACU/cSguXLX2Ig0/s1600-h/P1060642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099337108635254706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR8FTYr_7I/AAAAAAAAACU/cSguXLX2Ig0/s320/P1060642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the first lunch&lt;br /&gt;room service.&lt;br /&gt;we were too tired to get out&lt;br /&gt;and the traffic&lt;br /&gt;nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;how to cross the road??!&lt;br /&gt;almost puked on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME: 1 set meal per head?&lt;br /&gt;RECEPTIONIST: yes&lt;br /&gt;ME: Very sure? 1 set meal for each person?&lt;br /&gt;RECEPTIONIST: yes 1 for each person.&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok send it here quick:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR36TYr_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/EZiEex3BgQ8/s1600-h/P1060531.JPGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099332521610182498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR36TYr_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/EZiEex3BgQ8/s320/P1060531.JPGa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we almost choked on the food&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping when it came&lt;br /&gt;and i literally saw three ladies carrying these in&lt;br /&gt;literally thought i was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;so went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but my mom woke me up with her exclaimation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SECOND DAY:&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny. we actually had our ladies night out&lt;br /&gt;twice in 4nights:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR47zYr_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AWqJAzUk9wM/s1600-h/P1060573.JPGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099333646891614066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR47zYr_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AWqJAzUk9wM/s320/P1060573.JPGa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great steak:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check out the traffic. worse than china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR5bTYr_4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RPLztfKBAKw/s1600-h/P1060557.JPGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099334188057493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR5bTYr_4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RPLztfKBAKw/s320/P1060557.JPGa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was an accomplishment to cross 5 such roads on the second day&lt;br /&gt;matter of getting used to it&lt;br /&gt;standing in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;and 'making eye contact' with them&lt;br /&gt;letting them weeze past u&lt;br /&gt;and continue TRYING to cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR6FjYr_5I/AAAAAAAAACE/tzV6GvML1OI/s1600-h/P1060552.JPGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099334913906966418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsR6FjYr_5I/AAAAAAAAACE/tzV6GvML1OI/s320/P1060552.JPGa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good trip&lt;br /&gt;good break&lt;br /&gt;couple more days to another break&lt;br /&gt;and start of my postponed resolution:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i realised.&lt;br /&gt;it just din hurt&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;it din strike tt deep.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8287333717982791519?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8287333717982791519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8287333717982791519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8287333717982791519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8287333717982791519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/vietnam-was-good-v-good-break-thou.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RsRz7TYr_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gTik9jH-UrQ/s72-c/P1060627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6812011027732861836</id><published>2007-08-08T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:57:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love thousand miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so im going to fine tune my piano keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and play it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from where i left off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next: sexy-saxophone:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6812011027732861836?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6812011027732861836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6812011027732861836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6812011027732861836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6812011027732861836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-thousand-miles-i-love-her-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8831960269660615713</id><published>2007-08-08T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:14:55.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for good:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but dreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was torturous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esp having to listen for ur feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;useless and stupid feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. off i went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i haven't been able to speak my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just back from trng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it still matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but not as much now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how sths can be brushed aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think i do tt best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes. hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll look forward to those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been bit confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been thinking hard too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ur qs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyday i see sth diff from u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes i'm getting e trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't reciprocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u could stay up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no disappointments:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8831960269660615713?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8831960269660615713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8831960269660615713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8831960269660615713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8831960269660615713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/over.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2849424656550665476</id><published>2007-08-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:08:24.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to start thinking w tt pumping thud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stead of tt rotten mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks anyway:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last presentation tmr for sem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope it'll be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30slides under 7mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even bullets dun go so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i lost it today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know u're reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we'll talk it thru after tmr:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes, we've come a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun noe either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2849424656550665476?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2849424656550665476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2849424656550665476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2849424656550665476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2849424656550665476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-practical-i-need-to-start-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8230036259429367988</id><published>2007-08-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:18:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's getting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you shouldn't hear either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enjoy wkend - tennis. yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to vietnam on national day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything anyone wanna get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flying off during study break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;genius:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly the whole world seems to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8230036259429367988?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8230036259429367988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8230036259429367988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8230036259429367988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8230036259429367988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-getting-around.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4595326090263921519</id><published>2007-07-29T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:49:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great. off courts. yep.&lt;br /&gt;very cute ladies:)&lt;br /&gt;buibui. haha..&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine some are only 16 STILL.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly christina aka. ah ding is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;if only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice dinner after games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wonderful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esp. when u said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i almost asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/bee.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EX_AjvP7_Xk/RqxUA2S5-bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tgjCp6pBkJs/s72-c/DSCF1596.JPGnew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2698084365648509766</id><published>2007-07-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:03:58.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good fight girls:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yep we won it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it shldn't have ended like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we lost our direction along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or is it just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2698084365648509766?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2698084365648509766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2698084365648509766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2698084365648509766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2698084365648509766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-game.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4335552179625785720</id><published>2007-07-20T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:11:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's getting more evident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more meaningless each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's burning all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's just one on yours, and ten on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and that's why i need not know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;till then. we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4335552179625785720?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4335552179625785720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4335552179625785720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4335552179625785720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4335552179625785720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-getting-more-evident-more.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-9164867516778785405</id><published>2007-07-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:50:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shanghai shanghai shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;back in singapore but shanghai is still invading much of my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one last night of rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ppts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and a good day tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;before the next game on thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and shit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 game in the bag. keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-9164867516778785405?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9164867516778785405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=9164867516778785405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9164867516778785405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9164867516778785405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/shanghai-shanghai-shanghai-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8863963473466323014</id><published>2007-07-14T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:29:57.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after ten yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;monotone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's all just like a standstill sometimes. since the beginning of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;serious need to get out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep running running running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when it's the same spot still in fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;problems here shit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seriously doesn't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's just so easy to ask for changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but there's so much to bear behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you've just taken ur first step on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still hate school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never that much before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and all else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;drag on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for three weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then to vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and break. finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i badly need a long break to get sick of breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos im extremely sick of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;two good months to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if a change will be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8863963473466323014?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8863963473466323014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8863963473466323014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8863963473466323014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8863963473466323014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-ten-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4796689294528506111</id><published>2007-05-05T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:35:32.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moving around aimlessly since sch started&lt;br /&gt;still trying to get the ball rolling&lt;br /&gt;after three weeks&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4796689294528506111?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4796689294528506111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4796689294528506111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4796689294528506111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4796689294528506111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-around-aimlessly-since-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4401159405693290034</id><published>2007-04-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:08:18.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;caught on new show&lt;br /&gt;great dinner on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;you woke me up&lt;br /&gt;from the drunk stupor&lt;br /&gt;envious&lt;br /&gt;of your lil girl&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week of work ahead&lt;br /&gt;then sch again.&lt;br /&gt;excitement pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got shoes&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to spend&lt;br /&gt;what's not your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4401159405693290034?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4401159405693290034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4401159405693290034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4401159405693290034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4401159405693290034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/caught-on-new-show-great-dinner-on.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2178575145359914805</id><published>2007-03-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:36:30.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a simple sentence&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understood&lt;br /&gt;i repeated it to him&lt;br /&gt;and i know he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat it.&lt;br /&gt;we can't tell&lt;br /&gt;and u&lt;br /&gt;absolutely can't.&lt;br /&gt;i agree&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;is just reflection&lt;br /&gt;reaction and resound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting chalet coming up&lt;br /&gt;secretive.&lt;br /&gt;learnt&lt;br /&gt;we all learn&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out to sell next week&lt;br /&gt;we'll just try&lt;br /&gt;before we rot&lt;br /&gt;like the melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmares&lt;br /&gt;of suicide&lt;br /&gt;and vampires&lt;br /&gt;i need&lt;br /&gt;a brainwash i think&lt;br /&gt;spank it clean&lt;br /&gt;another day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;before the last two to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2178575145359914805?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2178575145359914805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2178575145359914805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2178575145359914805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2178575145359914805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/simple-sentence-i-hope-you-understood-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-5321501683361881581</id><published>2007-03-18T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:42:36.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sth caught my attention two days back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw e selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world doesn't revolve around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so snap out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and stop blaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quit pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at ur reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it doesn't speak of you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought things were good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;until that very minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it snapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and everything's been downhill since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me start wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whether what i've been seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has simply been a masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so before you point fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check ur reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and practise what you preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quit the nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can speak to u no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-5321501683361881581?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5321501683361881581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=5321501683361881581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5321501683361881581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5321501683361881581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/sth-caught-my-attention-two-days-back-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3526414291181482756</id><published>2007-03-13T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:51:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day wasn't special in any other ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides reminding me how i've wasted time and effort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on what should have never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet it's all i really wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks girl:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw u yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wishes from the most unexpected people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks all:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first trng yesterday since december.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slacked. but shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love running:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it prob. slipped off ur mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or u never really bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's y i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3526414291181482756?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3526414291181482756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3526414291181482756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3526414291181482756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3526414291181482756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-wasnt-special-in-any-other-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6160100199524936214</id><published>2007-03-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:27:21.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;review session for toe again yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doc gave the all clear sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even printed the xray for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i know why i had to wait for 3 hours to see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was immuned to the disappointment i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so didn't have too high hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially when he told me last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that it would have to be another 4-5 months out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can start training all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just one month after he dropped me the bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just a slight part of the bone still off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;making plans now to buy my 6 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first one will be from my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second from my cuzs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the rest.. from my pocket which already has quite a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im enjoying work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interesting tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;challenging ones in fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they only ascertain my beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like what our IC said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--it's all a ploy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're all players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna be a busy sem after the hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meanwhile shall just enjoy working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and of cos. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TRAINING&lt;/span&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im starting to appreciate your appearance more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soothes the imbalances in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6160100199524936214?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6160100199524936214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6160100199524936214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6160100199524936214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6160100199524936214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-u-least-expect-it-review-session.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-1098953363988757230</id><published>2007-03-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:01:13.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nonsense miscommunication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;each time i went over i wanted to give u a pat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and cheer u on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the opportunity just cudn't come by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as much as i kept finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;silly reasons to go over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SATURDAY finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-1098953363988757230?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1098953363988757230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=1098953363988757230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1098953363988757230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1098953363988757230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/nonsense-miscommunication.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7615165352636079915</id><published>2007-03-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:54:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;absence doesn't always make it fonder. nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;work has been alright. tiring, seeing yellow and green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but nice pple around. patience is the best virtue:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and they really have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda found sth that makes me wanna go to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;have this tendency to always do such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i've a huge resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to settle a huge problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it starts from tomorrow:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;realised it seems so foreign now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so. broke the communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been almost a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i know it doesn't get any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but yeah. that's about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last episode on 7th feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;new show awaiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i believe:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7615165352636079915?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7615165352636079915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7615165352636079915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7615165352636079915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7615165352636079915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/absence-doesnt-always-make-it-fonder.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2202150141783144429</id><published>2007-02-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:38:25.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been listening to the same song the entire day -- self deception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;theresa's voice leaves an impression at the first instance.&lt;br /&gt;found a new candy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the right lift but with the wrong arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2202150141783144429?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2202150141783144429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2202150141783144429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2202150141783144429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2202150141783144429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/been-listening-to-same-song-entire-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4353378368629597329</id><published>2007-02-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:10:18.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a yr plus since i last saw them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i miss the days we used to head off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straight to julie's hse after JJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully we'll meet for dinner soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more dramatic stories from them:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first day of work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would be this interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;considering how i've never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whenever i see his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8weeks to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she taught me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that there's really no such thing&lt;br /&gt;as living for the moment&lt;br /&gt;it's just not practical.&lt;br /&gt;and we can't be impractical&lt;br /&gt;when the world is round&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4353378368629597329?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4353378368629597329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4353378368629597329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4353378368629597329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4353378368629597329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-yr-plus-since-i-last-saw-them.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8888334861738788220</id><published>2007-02-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:18:46.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;the dinner&lt;br /&gt;the only one&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be the youngest to attend&lt;br /&gt;that shapes my entire year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;i was told&lt;br /&gt;thrice.&lt;br /&gt;that they don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;that i'll understand&lt;br /&gt;in 4 years time&lt;br /&gt;the reason for their persistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's been hard on you&lt;br /&gt;3 and a half yrs of nightmare&lt;br /&gt;and the pain&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen&lt;br /&gt;masked by the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you&lt;br /&gt;most sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;for helping us&lt;br /&gt;to keep this going.&lt;br /&gt;and i understand&lt;br /&gt;why you never had a choice&lt;br /&gt;even in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;and when u said&lt;br /&gt;we'll have to keep going&lt;br /&gt;even when&lt;br /&gt;we can no longer&lt;br /&gt;support ourselves and stand upright.&lt;br /&gt;cos i learnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that the last thing we have is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reluctance&lt;br /&gt;only gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;with every year's dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's my only promise to you&lt;br /&gt;one i never&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;will break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight&lt;br /&gt;we aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8888334861738788220?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8888334861738788220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8888334861738788220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8888334861738788220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8888334861738788220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6936520198268680565</id><published>2007-02-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:16:03.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over. again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best way to spend the last and therefore the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was their beautiful company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they give one reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to look forward to new yr's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this time round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that my expectations swallowed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that it ceased being a rat race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but one of fulfillment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we're only accountable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to put our pens down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they've never put forth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;any expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet it has silently crept in on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;resulting in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the extremes of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i was reminded again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that all these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are but unworthy pursues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the ones worthy of our efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are those standing by us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giving the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to stop in our tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and return a word of thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an aim for the next seven days at least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to dine with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and knock down the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;between us at 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to watch silly shows together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and listen to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me abt her day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and nag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"King or road sweeper, everyone dances with the Grim Reaper".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you give me your first dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before your last one comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6936520198268680565?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6936520198268680565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6936520198268680565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6936520198268680565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6936520198268680565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/over.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7367431261579393182</id><published>2007-02-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:46:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nv done this before. and it's really wearing me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;productive yes. but overload smhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to consolidate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to find more space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still, he really is someone i thank you for:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 4 mins were enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;provided the push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the energy i needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i shouldn't have handled it tt way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;v glad it's a once a week thing at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keeps me going for the remaining days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and anticipating the immediate following days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it reminded me of then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with a never to be reached answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll nv know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just that note by the gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after hours of unreturned calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afterwhich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it all changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the empty seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is still unoccupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and untouched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the impossibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep holding on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 'stop' tab has remained inactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it's the same notion replaying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish for my motivation too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like the 4 simple minutes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7367431261579393182?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7367431261579393182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7367431261579393182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7367431261579393182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7367431261579393182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/nv-done-this-before.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3814821563786777995</id><published>2007-02-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:43:53.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then we realised again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that all it takes is a snap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's that simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we barely saw its worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boring days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;burying myself in text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the whole thought of attachment after exams totally doesn't appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've never missed shoes so much before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for every other day of the year after then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna be in shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;top of my list now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is to get 6 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and discard all other footwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2more months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after which i'll run my toes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this bugging pain should really get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't believe it's 'cousins studying time' later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the amazing things we can do tgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely looking to feb 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but not 18 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lose the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to have a happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we shrink in size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it's one down after another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please keep us tgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so 2008's new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll finally get to don red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't figure this out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3814821563786777995?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3814821563786777995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3814821563786777995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3814821563786777995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3814821563786777995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-then-we-realised-again-that-all-it.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-239392269059305582</id><published>2007-01-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:19:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;false hopes again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snap out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till im out of this game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-239392269059305582?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/239392269059305582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=239392269059305582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/239392269059305582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/239392269059305582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/false-hopes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7130671810274325030</id><published>2007-01-29T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:56:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how i held ur hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as u led me across the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and waited with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and watched me grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and taught me to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to shelter her from the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im but an ingrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7130671810274325030?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7130671810274325030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7130671810274325030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7130671810274325030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7130671810274325030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-1426656360365743615</id><published>2007-01-28T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:34:51.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ungrateful idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-1426656360365743615?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1426656360365743615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=1426656360365743615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1426656360365743615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1426656360365743615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/ungrateful-idiot-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7447327022893527035</id><published>2007-01-26T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:28:30.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you left me wondering if i was just part of ur winning strategy&lt;br /&gt;hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;hidden agendas&lt;br /&gt;out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for the timely reminder&lt;br /&gt;least i know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;irrational behaviour again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the familiar faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;helped me realise tt simplicity still exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks sy:)&lt;br /&gt;it was enough&lt;br /&gt;now. afresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yes. things will only get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7447327022893527035?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7447327022893527035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7447327022893527035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7447327022893527035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7447327022893527035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-left-me-wondering-if-i-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3384417371422394963</id><published>2007-01-25T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:41:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me the faith. and strength. to keep walking on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you've always did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's nothing comparable to the path u took&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll guide me thru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3384417371422394963?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3384417371422394963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3384417371422394963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3384417371422394963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3384417371422394963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-me-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6653314830699848951</id><published>2007-01-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:56:12.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just got global cities assignment done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;half crescent eyes now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;need to sleep desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bbq on wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love gatherings:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope everything goes well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and everyone enjoys themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna see smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bed looks good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the simplest things can make you really smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really depends on how we view them i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long day tmr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodnite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a beautiful mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6653314830699848951?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6653314830699848951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6653314830699848951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6653314830699848951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6653314830699848951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-got-global-cities-assignment-done.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2834394446084126560</id><published>2007-01-21T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:34:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stand up and be counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more drifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fingers back on &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets play it through this duet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;block the voices out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no repetition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no pedals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no metronome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just the white keys and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the finest piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all eyes set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bring me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inexistent keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uncovered melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and an incompetent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2834394446084126560?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2834394446084126560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2834394446084126560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2834394446084126560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2834394446084126560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/now.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-1047281914801654099</id><published>2007-01-20T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:33:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is none like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hasn't been the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i honestly have an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and..bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-1047281914801654099?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1047281914801654099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=1047281914801654099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1047281914801654099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/1047281914801654099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-is-none-like-you-it-hasnt-been.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2589705802940728961</id><published>2007-01-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:29:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't feel like saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forget it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2589705802940728961?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2589705802940728961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2589705802940728961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2589705802940728961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2589705802940728961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-feel-like-saying-anything-its.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8046564676671987452</id><published>2007-01-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T03:17:16.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i neglected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i looked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it wasn't that face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i once saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the familiar sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that familiar voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the familiar scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i vividly rem. rolling the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and being rewarded with polo mint sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i heard alot about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the negativities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i developed my own impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of you, back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all moms love their children. most. at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at some point in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u loved her too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for 3 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i nv saw u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;negligence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;failed terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i looked in just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised it didn't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way it should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgot how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to lose someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the immunisation sank in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;history's been repeating itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time after another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep thinking i've learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i keep losing my priorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the effort to realise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels like im losing control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;din expect to let her in on all these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't hate him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he din have a choice as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he would have wanted to fulfill his promise to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sing her the birthday song again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've been singing on ur behalf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's in safe hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rest assured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll keep our word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i miss. both of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8046564676671987452?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8046564676671987452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8046564676671987452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8046564676671987452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8046564676671987452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-late-i-neglected-again-i-looked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8056315359649099876</id><published>2007-01-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:23:36.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it'll come to an end soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this time for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;real soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im coming to terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with all these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not that hard to decipher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only a matter of whether u bth to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know u won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm not hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i've had enuf disappointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last game tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we keep saying we'll make it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tmr. we really must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as best as we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope to see smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos tt's what we've been fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that very chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to give it our all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went jogging yest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feels great sweating it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prob. let out more than just the perspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the whole load of stuff as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;explains the happier mood today i guess:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to start getting work done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i've barely started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when everyone's ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she used to give me round polo mints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i used to play with her chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps they've reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we'll meet again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8056315359649099876?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8056315359649099876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8056315359649099876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8056315359649099876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8056315359649099876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7320103624730577718</id><published>2007-01-15T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:43:57.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday blues seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been trying to focus for the entire sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i can't stop getting flashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by someone so insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and went on this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past 3mths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has always been the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as much as i keep saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i;ve just been going in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 'back to square one' feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thought it was a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but realised it was imminent still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much more has been going ard me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im stuck here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my own hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unwilling to crawl out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;completely retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what exactly do i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to see that i'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to have stepped into this circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and put myself thru this nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe if u would give me an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straight in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to dispel all hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll distance myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next time we meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be able to look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without any qualms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;off to lessons 2, 3 and 5 from joanne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7320103624730577718?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7320103624730577718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7320103624730577718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7320103624730577718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7320103624730577718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-blues-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8316887027614159893</id><published>2007-01-14T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:22:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lost it. but third chance came by still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we can. we must. and we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on and off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're together in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's make it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;limin's hse for mahjong after nus game.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;played thru the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lost thru the night too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously need to attend mj lessons i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loser.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brain kinda shut down ard 5.30.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think that was when i lost the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so crappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.30 auto wakeup time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;managed to figure things out.. hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then watched some drama and talked till 12 plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tried to do marketing proj but cudn't access my phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was locked. n i happily forgot the password..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all the info i needed for the proj was in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously i think im on a streak of bad luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ultimate suay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks to joanne jy n limin for lending their phones though:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was supposed to meet ju n germ for dinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but was too tired to move at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally conked out till 8 plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super guilty now.. very sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to get the phone unlocked just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they reset it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i lost almost all the msgs of a very important person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whose msgs i've been keeping since october last yr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;136-18 really equals to heartache..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have been wanting to change the phone but didn't bear to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i knew i'll lose the msgs if i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now. argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18msgs left, maybe i shld just get it changed.. and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now the phone's such a turnoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want a new face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't wanna lose the urge to play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realised you kept it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i know it means sth to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet. i don't know how to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shld have told u when u asked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im afraid to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this game for two..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's simplicity that keeps us going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8316887027614159893?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8316887027614159893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8316887027614159893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8316887027614159893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8316887027614159893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-5795832551746013152</id><published>2007-01-11T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:22:45.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 really ain't enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that feeling again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;incapable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to do anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;longest time on tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 hrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but connectivity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-5795832551746013152?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5795832551746013152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=5795832551746013152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5795832551746013152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5795832551746013152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/7-really-aint-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7660172127624407499</id><published>2007-01-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:33:00.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't need entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to break free now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we don't connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm the weakest link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7660172127624407499?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7660172127624407499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7660172127624407499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7660172127624407499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7660172127624407499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-need-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7239226581377309618</id><published>2007-01-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:13:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7239226581377309618?l=thepresentyou.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-19142745.post-4259289650208867930</id><published>2007-01-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:40:25.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it made me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how different we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whether opposites really attract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think i lost my answer smwhere then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ur composure struck me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im glad you're fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what matters most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe we ought to keep a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lest my span of bad luck gets to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sth i absolutely wudn't want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the mere meeting motivates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drives me through a boring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may you get a pleasant surprise tmr:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thanks. for the second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll make good the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've learnt my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the time extension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just as i thought i entered the last lap. a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i've another min. to race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to go even faster. and further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second time round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll give more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and play the game by all the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll give the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4259289650208867930?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4259289650208867930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4259289650208867930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4259289650208867930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4259289650208867930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-made-me-realise-how-different-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7386286383857675574</id><published>2007-01-05T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:25:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awkward silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awfully disliked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't wanna leave it as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i haven't got the simplest of ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to guide us out of this circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we need more words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spoken words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and bring you back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no is the last i wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last time i'll be seeing you this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a rollercoaster ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to extreme ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only to realise now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what you meant in saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that we're more often than not, misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i believe i still am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;despite the many attempts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to bridge this gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only you would stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to what i've to say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ifs truly are inconceivable fantasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time's almost up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still going in rounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the umpteenth time im feeling this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i start questioning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why i never learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that people come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we should take such times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with grace and smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it's time for them to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i found reasons for my irrational behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we shldn't be excused for irrationalities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we have reasons to be irrational at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel im approaching an imminent loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now im just a week away from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from losing a part of what i've embraced into my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll keep believing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that contentment is the word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the hopes should stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- songbird-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7386286383857675574?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7386286383857675574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7386286383857675574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7386286383857675574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7386286383857675574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/awkward-silence-awfully-disliked-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-5771274715601156378</id><published>2007-01-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:43:43.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bad start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yes. positivities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the bad goes, the good comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope it'll be better next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lessons now, just did some silly quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;home later to work on marketing proj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then back to sch to finalise econs proj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then trng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sidelines as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friendly with hall team later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope the girls do well:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promised i'll be nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as much as i've always tried to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps u really aren't the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess it's gonna be one of the last times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to leave the good with u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;project rush this wkend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preparing for emotional outburst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna help u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you'll allow me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as much as i know it'll probably go unrequited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps the last i can do for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gd day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-5771274715601156378?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5771274715601156378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=5771274715601156378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5771274715601156378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/5771274715601156378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-start.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-7836774480771796600</id><published>2007-01-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:49:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventful year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opened me up to alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and showed me much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not exactly a lousy year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we always hope for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you gain, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the way things go, isn't it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lights off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - curtains down -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the irony is that it's really just another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with a different year in the date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we see things in new light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and everything becomes new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt's what i mean by , we always hope for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping that a new year will bring a better tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which of course is a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we survive on hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i hope that in this new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gram will walk out of depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah ma will keep walking the way she does now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom will learn to walk with more courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sis will walk steadier steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'll walk with more faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lights on -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to a less eventful year. together:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-7836774480771796600?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7836774480771796600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=7836774480771796600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7836774480771796600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/7836774480771796600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-eventful-year-opened-me-up-to-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2834095839286587930</id><published>2006-12-31T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:47:29.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thurs was nice:)&lt;br /&gt;got my haircut. always easier to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;met tiff. thx for the bag girl.. i still owe u 4. hah.&lt;br /&gt;then trng. again, at the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;managed to get myself involved along the way..&lt;br /&gt;n i figured&lt;br /&gt;when we're able to run, we complain alot and refuse to&lt;br /&gt;but when we really cannot, running seems like a hope too far to reach.&lt;br /&gt;i miss running. miss flying.&lt;br /&gt;post-trng talks again. loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri. stayed home the whole day to rest.&lt;br /&gt;have been planning one day home one day out schedule&lt;br /&gt;give the toe smtime to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat morning, trng. same thing.&lt;br /&gt;but coach was nice, kept me involved in courtwork.&lt;br /&gt;then headed off to queensway for lunch and to get the shirts&lt;br /&gt;and then to get jy's shoes&lt;br /&gt;the shop assistants were so cheery&lt;br /&gt;debating if man u was gonna win reading&lt;br /&gt;and liverpool beating tottenham..hah.&lt;br /&gt;and some silly lady who was really slow (in her mind)&lt;br /&gt;gave us a good laugh.. hah..&lt;br /&gt;then off to meet cuzs for movie&lt;br /&gt;night at the museum&lt;br /&gt;seriously quite lame, but interestingly funny.. hah&lt;br /&gt;and usual routine of pool after that&lt;br /&gt;before gg far east&lt;br /&gt;got studs&lt;br /&gt;and dinner.. splurged quite abit&lt;br /&gt;and walked so much..&lt;br /&gt;had to bare with the resulting pain&lt;br /&gt;so gonna rest home again today&lt;br /&gt;on 31st. wat a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried yesterday after so much contemplation&lt;br /&gt;i guess certain things are best left the way they are&lt;br /&gt;and it shall be&lt;br /&gt;contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught this look in ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;telling me it's as simple as this&lt;br /&gt;guess i ought to be contented. really.&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been long&lt;br /&gt;but enough to turn my life upside down&lt;br /&gt;and enough to build these ties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough to keep me going in rounds&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's been a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so much up and downs since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;all worn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but still trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;as best as we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to keep this going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2834095839286587930?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2834095839286587930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2834095839286587930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2834095839286587930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2834095839286587930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/thurs-was-nice-got-my-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2632493259819495314</id><published>2006-12-28T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:38:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did some work in sch yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least i managed to get alil done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feels better in sch than at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice talk with glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he made me ponder hard over some stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna get a haircut later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before i really become a caveman as i told tiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then gonna meet her in sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thx for making the trip:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n trng after that, watchin from the bench again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will do some shooting n passes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;least i can do is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it doesn't really matter anymore now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess, i'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's nth i can do, besides coming to terms with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hols are coming to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully can catch a movie with my cuzs this sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then countdown on sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not at home i really hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't stop wanting to walk since i cast the crutches aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels very silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having Hope as my diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it has somewhat become a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heck. off to a good day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'People become stronger because they have memories they can't forget'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2632493259819495314?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2632493259819495314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2632493259819495314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2632493259819495314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2632493259819495314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/did-some-work-in-sch-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4523094237374999824</id><published>2006-12-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:45:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just back from the doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw the xray of the toe, finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n managed to take a pic of it. sadistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 more weeks at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which means its all gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ten times more than the fracture itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you said you'll put me on if i continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n i told u the only one and most important difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is that you won't be ard by then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. you won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only gift i unwrapped today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i threw away&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crutches are off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one week on them has been awfully horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n i simply cannot stand them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hobbling around now, but it feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least ive both feet on the ground now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im happy for you girl:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really glad we can speak this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n that you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's urs to be. im sure:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have got loads to tell you on thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n i know it's not just me.. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i woke up this morning with a lovely surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely cudn't have been a better way to start my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt as thou the message spoke to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i hope it's personalized:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i think it isn't. still. it's nice to hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im thankful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as bad as things may get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me believe everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you give me a reason to hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that the next encounter will be better:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4523094237374999824?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4523094237374999824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4523094237374999824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4523094237374999824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4523094237374999824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-back-from-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-8821582369255511199</id><published>2006-12-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:06:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm praying over n over again for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt's how much i want to get on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dying for the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was just a millimetre away from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n you took it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took everything away in a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving an empty shell behind now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a walking zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who just wants each day to pass in the blink of an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nv felt this lifeless before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't grumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't negotiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't sulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll do the steps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll make the drives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll reach for the highest pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll receive the pass firmly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll do the shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll do anything it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just to get on again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to fight on with the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to win it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm dying for that feeling again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's barely 5days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't ask more from this horrid hols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't not worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't not fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't just smile n let it pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it means so much to me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just this once. i beg you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna stay home over xmas. and take good care of tt stupid toe&lt;br /&gt;and pray hard that the ortho. will tell me sth nice on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;sth i can smile over&lt;br /&gt;sth that'll be my best xmas gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my next best gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;we miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-8821582369255511199?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8821582369255511199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=8821582369255511199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8821582369255511199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/8821582369255511199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-praying-over-n-over-again-for.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3648102988702964585</id><published>2006-12-23T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:56:02.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was worth it i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's pointless telling me such things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for i haven't got the confidence to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really very badly wanna go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and round things up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give you the best present you could receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and see that smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much i want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet so little i really can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 mths of perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 weeks to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so near yet so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll do watever it takes to get back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we'll realise the goal together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the number on my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speaks of the times more we'll meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lost my chance there n then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give me a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to this puzzle i can't resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's so unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and I don't want to let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;something so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3648102988702964585?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3648102988702964585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3648102988702964585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3648102988702964585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3648102988702964585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-worth-it-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-6036986442912342917</id><published>2006-12-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:42:25.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you made me believe, that everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n u helped us to move one step further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to nullify all the doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a simplest word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-6036986442912342917?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6036986442912342917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=6036986442912342917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6036986442912342917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/6036986442912342917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-made-me-believe-that-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2797383258634517796</id><published>2006-12-20T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:18:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my curtains came down before the play ended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2797383258634517796?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2797383258634517796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2797383258634517796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2797383258634517796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2797383258634517796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-curtains-came-down-before-play-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-9038656039466651024</id><published>2006-12-19T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:17:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna do some shopping for all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this's the season to give. and share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught the holiday yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;found it pretty exaggerating.. but some nice parts stil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think. yes. we make it tough for ourselves to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by lying to ourselves each time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that he'll come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more the best friend role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you ought to be the leading man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm seriously running out of reasons for the constant msging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;if you were a melody, i'd only use the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-9038656039466651024?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9038656039466651024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=9038656039466651024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9038656039466651024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/9038656039466651024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wanna-do-some-shopping-for-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3458770831179072263</id><published>2006-12-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:11:02.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great day:) shopping with mom n sis today. and aunt's family. bought quite a bit. n got 3 pairs of socks. was packing them in when i realised i've 9 pairs of brand new ones. hah.. sth's wrong with me. wat a stupid hobby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're getting a tv. yeah. it's high time we ought to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much to do in 2 weeks. gotta start the engine again tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got him a birthday card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the season &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's his time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's playin' over n over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3458770831179072263?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3458770831179072263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3458770831179072263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3458770831179072263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3458770831179072263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/great-day-shopping-with-mom-n-sis-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4999620939712473884</id><published>2006-12-17T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:40:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired tired tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;draining training with the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy afternoon with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chatty evening with the lil boys n gram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lovely night with gram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things r goin to be different again when she's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's gonna be a new period of endless dreading again with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love going back to that home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one i called home for 18 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the other, it really is nth more than a hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there's so much unneccessary burden and nonsense to shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and doubts to bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the hotel's cold. but it unlocks the chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and life seems much simpler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;free from the load of insensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 days more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a sick cycle again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally got down to doing sth i've been wanting to do since Os. tt's ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those insignificant words made me smile stupidly to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. it was really sweet of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it came in so well. with the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that anger simmered with a simple smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it keeps leaving me to think how im ever goin to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and u idiot. it's more than tt i want:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent a lifetime hoping it would come to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting lost in the lies I believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're covered by a mask that we think is our sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we never realized that the truth is within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4999620939712473884?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4999620939712473884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4999620939712473884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4999620939712473884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4999620939712473884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/tired-tired-tired-draining-training.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-4449501482535455334</id><published>2006-12-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:32:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally tests are over. we literally have two exams every sem. and tt's sick. alot of luck this time. i think we really have to trust our guts sometimes. when u get too indecisive, just let ur guts give u the answer. and that's exactly what i chose to do for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met julie germ and partner for dinner.. germ's flying off tonight.. then julie's turn to fly.. all gg off..will be leaving for guangzhou later too.. short trip with mom. and tmr's partner's birthday.. happy birthday girl! yes you're finally as old as i am:&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been hard. the distance between us. knew it was goin to be hard, but not this hard. kinda lost focus on preparing for the tests.. until you came along with those words. that meant so much to me. thanks for ur luck:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two weeks break. as good as nth again. trng camp next week, 2 friendlies 3 trngs in 3 days. test of our minds. hope everything will turn out fine. that things will settle down soon. before the real test comes in january. we've got so much to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna get so many things.. bags shirts shoes socks ( i love getting socks even though my drawer's full of them), handphone..my wish for santa this year would be cash:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;physical change tmr. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i realised yesterday, that i've neglected her admist all the tests n work. i need to stop taking things for granted. n wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell all the dreams that you have let slip right through your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you feel lost inside of someone else's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-4449501482535455334?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4449501482535455334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=4449501482535455334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4449501482535455334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/4449501482535455334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-tests-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-2807693971710248197</id><published>2006-12-10T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:20:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;He has never complained. He put up with the jealousy of Luis Figo and the comments from team-mates that the dressing room should smell of sweat, not aftershave. Every time he takes to the pitch, he puts his foot in and helps the team with that British spirit of never-say-die. If others had done the same, he would not have gone three years without winning anything"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- Spanish sports columnist J J Santos pays tribute to David Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-2807693971710248197?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2807693971710248197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=2807693971710248197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2807693971710248197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/2807693971710248197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-has-never-complained.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-3877850690606731176</id><published>2006-12-08T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:55:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;musn't be too sensitive. it's bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ur actions prove otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and words. absolutely disgust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time im telling u.&lt;br /&gt;get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-3877850690606731176?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3877850690606731176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=3877850690606731176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3877850690606731176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/3877850690606731176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/musnt-be-too-sensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116550848024431994</id><published>2006-12-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:21:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hectic week. stupid tests again. sth's really wrong with this system. we barely get to settle down and it's tests and exams flooding in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;training was ultimately tiring. silly neck.. stupid rain got us stranded with fitness again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she didn't mention a word. but. it just sunk in for a minute. and my attitude was really bad.. shldn't have done that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's gona feel weird not seeing u for a week now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna give myself a break after the tests. a real break. need to refocus and do some adjusting. otherwise im gonna end up in shags. and time to meet up.. haven't met all for sometime.. always the difference in schedules..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after the change in programmes for the camp, im not exactly looking forward to it anymore. hah. alil still though i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thx:) for encouraging. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it gives me alot of determination to keep going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least i know u care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next time - after tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116550848024431994?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116550848024431994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116550848024431994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116550848024431994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116550848024431994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/hectic-week.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116499410045305472</id><published>2006-12-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:30:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a matter of time i go mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with all these people around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every sec more is torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only reason for persistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has to be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what day is it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in what month?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't keep up and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been losing so much time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went for run yesterday. after red camp.. which i consider to be quite a success, considering the number of people trying out the shots at our area. even with the mini flood at the beginning. wasn't bit prepared for the neck ache though, from constantly looking up at the pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of the things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I want to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tripping on words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got my head spinning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know where to go from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;run was alright. managed to make it under the time she gave.. barely managed though. gonna run again tmr morning.. before the parents' seminar thing in the afternoon. the week hasn't been good, except for trng..and smtimes i really ask myself why im stil doing all these.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still deciding whether i shld go guangzhou with mom after tests and miss 2 trngs or postpone the trip.. every trng is so critical now. heck. it's draining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's something about you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't quite figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything she does is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything she does is right&lt;/em&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/19142745-116499410045305472?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116499410045305472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116499410045305472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116499410045305472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116499410045305472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-matter-of-time-i-go-mad-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116481560789282317</id><published>2006-11-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:53:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been trying to find my way back these couple of days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely dislike that ambiguous feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mixed thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whole mind of irrelevant thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly doubt i'll be able to put them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but definitely gotta try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time's running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for both u and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'll make good each occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to try. n try. n try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just wanna find my priorities again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the talk made me realise alot again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alot that i nv thought about before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it allowed me to know u better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i wish it wouldn't have to be the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we haven't got much time left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 weeks. that's the max. i expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afterwhich we'll head off in our own directions again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as though the encounter nv took place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im really praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that every night will be one of those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving a smile behind when we part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't wanna lose you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't wanna use you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;just to have sombody by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;but like a fool I keep losing my place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and I keep seeing you walk through that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and like a fool who will never see the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i keep thinking something's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116481560789282317?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116481560789282317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116481560789282317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116481560789282317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116481560789282317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-trying-to-find-my-way-back-these.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116455813319281908</id><published>2006-11-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:24:27.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;productive day today:) i love such days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;managed to get some work done. and finished up some others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and mom happily gave me so many piggy banks today.. so i decided. im gonna start saving from tmr onwards. $10 a week. will try to survive on 10 bucks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dreamt of my popo yesterday night.. haven't been to see her in a week.. tt's gotta be the longest time i havent seen her.. excluding the times im overseas.. miss her alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps. 10 weeks later. i'll tell u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make it known. give it a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and let it go for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if it's not to be, it shall not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then life goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we move on again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are many things we've to fight for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i promise i'll give it my all this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;question's not whether u'll be let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but whether i'll able to face up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even if I did nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good if I got and stayed sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be great if I was no longer queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be grand if I was not all knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be loved even when I numb myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be loved even when I was fuming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even if I was clingy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good even if I lost sanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I would be good whether with or without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116455813319281908?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116455813319281908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116455813319281908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116455813319281908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116455813319281908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/productive-day-today-i-love-such-days.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116429766643556431</id><published>2006-11-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:53:03.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was overwhelmed by the sudden surge of emotions again just now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;felt like i could run forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels like i'm gonna get sucked back into this endless circle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i wanna let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my priorities have changed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was one of those rare compliments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it really made the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only things im looking forward to now are the dates marked on my calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 3days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know i really shouldn't hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos dreams don't really come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dislike the feeling of losing.someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know it's near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 weeks from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will you still be here..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i try as hard as i can everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to convince myself i should just do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i fear the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has never been the same again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116429766643556431?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116429766643556431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116429766643556431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116429766643556431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116429766643556431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-overwhelmed-by-sudden-surge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116421192289340107</id><published>2006-11-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:12:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt like crap when u told me that.. u made me start to doubt myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how i could be so judgemental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't realise the impact.. the consequence of my selfishness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really ought to do some self-reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now the guilt adds on again. it has never stopped piling on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i keep dreaming of the day it'll be washed off by the cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm very sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116421192289340107?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116421192289340107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116421192289340107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116421192289340107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116421192289340107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-felt-like-crap-when-u-told-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116391879135128758</id><published>2006-11-19T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:46:31.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as expected, i heard everything i already knew. so it seems i've quite abit of self-awareness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll just have to keep trying harder. putting more effort. looking at it from a whole new angle. hang in there until then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i enjoyed lunch yesterday. it was nice bridging this gap. if only things could be this simple. i would love every single bit of it. i think everyone has a span of luck to enjoy. it all boils down to how much more of it you have. urs will keep going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visited gram yesterday in the hospital. she looked so much better. could even argue with the doc when he tried telling her to do physio. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i didn't know what to tell her when she asked.. the truth would hurt. and it wouldn't do her good right now.. but even the white lie was hurting. somebody tell me what i should do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind was ur voice. it was so clear. you waking me up. and how i always used to refuse to get up on sundays. and it was then that i realised, so much has changed since then. everything's so foreign now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116391879135128758?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116391879135128758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116391879135128758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116391879135128758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116391879135128758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-expected-i-heard-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116334558972591036</id><published>2006-11-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:48:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel the motivation again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that urge to hit the books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my long lost friend's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want the week ahead to be a fruitful one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many things i wanna do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;assumptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the father of arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u don't know me as well as u think u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n u don't know that taste either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't assume u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos ur reflection's one of ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haven't found solace, soon to be mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116334558972591036?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116334558972591036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116334558972591036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116334558972591036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116334558972591036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-motivation-again-that-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116315754894768638</id><published>2006-11-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:19:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in sch lib now. just did 2 tutorials and ief research. hate econs. it's interesting, but it's nv ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun have the blogging urge anymore. good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another series of tests tmr, will probably be going home soon to do some mental prep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope it'll be a good day tmr:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;been finding all sorts of excuses to contact u. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't do it anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i understand now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why i feel this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i nv had before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so when u came into the picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you coloured my patch of grey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honestly think i understand now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's sth else i've always yearned for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but nv been able to touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finding solace in the piano. -- dancing queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116315754894768638?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116315754894768638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116315754894768638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116315754894768638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116315754894768638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-sch-lib-now.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116298986262021163</id><published>2006-11-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:44:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a lot. a whole load of relief and satisfaction yesterday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one week of guilt wore me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im very thankful for everything last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it meant so much when u said those words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so much. you will nv understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you showed me the way ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and now i'll give it my all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for the faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all that disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wiped clean with a simple smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the reassurance you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shall be with me from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;thank:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116298986262021163?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116298986262021163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116298986262021163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116298986262021163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116298986262021163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/lot.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116280015992335380</id><published>2006-11-06T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:02:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyday someone's fighting hard to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a day more makes a miracle for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet i spend my days in this endless circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really shouldn't. i'll find my way home now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and put a stop to these nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;cos i promised i would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i shall. and i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;give me your strength again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the way you always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116280015992335380?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116280015992335380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116280015992335380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116280015992335380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116280015992335380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyday-someones-fighting-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116248100953250823</id><published>2006-11-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:23:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been listening to this particular song the entire day - when you say nothing at all. oldie, and i love oldies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went town today for the social psychology experiment. so silly. but gained quite abit. as in saw quite alot. i'm actually alil impressed with the customer service of some shops in DFS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;all day long i can hear people talking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;but when you hold me near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you drown out the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you say it best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;when you say nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116248100953250823?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116248100953250823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116248100953250823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116248100953250823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116248100953250823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-listening-to-this-particular-song.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116239606953350335</id><published>2006-11-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:55:35.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's that look in ur eyes that keeps coming into my sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep asking myself if what u've been doing is for the very reason that i believe it is for.. am i not doing enough, or just not well enough..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time after time we have such talks, and each time i come away from it with that same old feeling. and i keep hoping for this feeling to change someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep trying to find my way beyond that smile. yet the route ahead seems pitch dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the same question tt has been hounding me for weeks. but i've never got down to asking for ur answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and u really shouldn't have rejected my help. cos i hated having to see u leave tt way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;random purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116239606953350335?l=thepresentyou.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116233903274452621</id><published>2006-11-01T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:32:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trng again last night. and we totally disappointed her again. i know how tt feels. absolutely disheartening. that look, it kinda told everything. it's time we get our act together. we need to do sth for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i honestly cannot stand u anymore. it's really sick, and i really wish to tell u how much i HATE even giving u a 2words answer whenever u talk to me. and quit hanging ard, u nv used to do that so dun start doing it now that he is among the willows. and u dun have to put on that front anymore. just to let u know, we've ALL seen thru u. make life easier for urself, take down that piece of crap on ur face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a sweet dream last night. dreamt of him. every once in awhile he'll visit me in dreamland. and it was made even better with u. i really hope u'll be alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'll nv let u walk away that way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116233903274452621?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116233903274452621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught the guardian yesterday. i really enjoy such movies. really do. but i realised im always having difficulties breathing when i watch them. and tt's why i guess, i prefer comedies. would rather spend 2 hrs laughing over sth silly than 10hrs on such shows. cos it doesn't stop playing when the lights come on. it lingers. for the next few hrs, the next day, and prob. even the next whole week to come. i dislike the pain that comes with it. and that very scene i keep trying to get over just won't quit replaying in my mind. im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think how things would be without u. but i realised i shouldn't have wasted my time on them. cos it wouldn't take long before the answer was slapped in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my heater's gone, and all that left's the freezing chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116212783653602558?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116212783653602558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116212783653602558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116212783653602558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116212783653602558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/caught-guardian-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116170229317622406</id><published>2006-10-24T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:09:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random pics from my gram's birthday dinner. which was.. last sunday. hah. one big family. held close together with her small hand:) i love holding her hands, though i always have to slant my body to one side to accomodate her height.. and i'll nv forget the way she held mine all these yrs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/1600/14102006371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/320/14102006371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking silly pics before dinner.. hah.. she's xiao bao. and im xiaolongbao. hah.. of cos. my mom's dabao. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/320/DSCF1011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the cuzs i hold dear. we've grown up tgt, and shared alot. used to have our daily saturday night mini gathering at the macs below my gram's place.. but macs moved away, so we kinda havent really stuck to the weekly thing anymore. but we r always trying to make an effort to meet up:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic's not clear thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/1600/DSCF1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/320/DSCF1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one big family. with my gram:) it takes ALOT of persuasion and effort to get her to leave the house... and she was so happy tt day, kept smiling for every pic like an innocent kid.. love her sooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/1600/14102006042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1451/320/14102006042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my uncle's family:) one of the pics in which she smiled so perfectly.. hah. tt lil boy in there used to be soooo naughty u just wanna kick him. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gram just had a haircut yesterday, by my aunt. she looks even cuter now. hah.. and every night when i say 'gdnight' to her, she replies with a 'gdnite' too. hah.. and she always makes it an effort to try speaking to me in english when i say some english words to her.. other than that, it's normally conversations in dialects. :) she was like my mom, looking after me when my parents were busy with work in their younger days. and im so thankful she's still by my side after all these yrs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116170229317622406?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116170229317622406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116170229317622406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116170229317622406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116170229317622406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-pics-from-my-grams-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116169966025336728</id><published>2006-10-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:25:55.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just back from dinner not long. super ex. dinner at lawry's at paragon.. three servings of lawry's cut and two lobster's tails.. my god. 3 people and we spent like 400bucks on FOOD. am gonna have to live on bread for the next few days to ease this guilt.. my serving of beef was soooo thick i thought they loved me so much.. so i chewed and chewed until i got so sick of chewing i wanted to puke. it's really quite disgusting to taste the same flavour continuously.. my crazy mom insisted on having it for dinner.. after she spent 300bucks on my specs. cos of my stupid lazy eyes. i really need to scrimp now.. saw so many things tt i wanted to get but cudn't even lay my hands on them after spending 700 in 2hrs.. mom always consoles herself saying it's not everyday that we eat such stuff. i chose to think like her for the first few times, but now.. it's quite hard to convince myself to eat gold.. but still, we really enjoyed the dinner:) it was a simple day out in town. but sth that we rarely do.. so it really means alot when mom agrees to go shopping with us. we seldom go town together, not even back then, so it makes me really love such days:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;short day tmr, two lectures only. then trng.. serious trng now. crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mind has been clear these 2days. there's been good progress. but tmr. it'll probably be the real test. of whether i've really moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i subconsciously seek the presence of tears each time u laugh. n i pray everyday. that they'll dry up someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116169966025336728?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116169966025336728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116169966025336728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116169966025336728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116169966025336728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-back-from-dinner-not-long.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116161605265361154</id><published>2006-10-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:11:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great day of lessons:) i enjoyed.. hah. love accounts. and marketing's getting interesting..seems like im making a right decision to heed ur words. just spoke to mom and sis bt the electives, and i figured. heck. challenge is what makes you come out stronger than the rest. and as sis said it, everything happens for a reason. i like to draw alot of motivation from them. it has never been easy for women to establish their footing in the world out there, but mom has done it great. and sis is coming up too. i've always believed that u left us for a reason. and i find myself right time after time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unless u've been put in such a circumstance, u'll never know how it feels to see some light after a stretch of what seemed like endless darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;break again tmr:) gonna get my specs and contacts done.. hopefully can go town to get them. considering how much mom doesn't fancy gg town. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't wait to drive.. first theory lesson has made me drive even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i simply cannot believe all the crap and ridiculous stuff i've been hearing the entire night.. it's absolutely crappy. u really need to get a life and stop thinking the whole world's gonna do sth to ur girl.. mann u're crazy. don't expect the world to accomodate ur lack of trust in her and faith in urself. so quit tryin to put us in a spot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the beat keeps me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116161605265361154?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116161605265361154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116161605265361154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116161605265361154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116161605265361154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-day-of-lessons-i-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116153875630121153</id><published>2006-10-23T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:42:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to two great &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt; now:) makes me so much lighter. hah. songs from a fren's band.. what a way to end my dreadful day of tutorials. hah.. a load of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was waiting for something like tt to release me from this crap. now i've found it, and thanks soooo much:&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoever the singer davin is, i totally love you. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will upload them soon:) it's amazing how music therapy works. hah.. i havent felt so good in a really long time.. like i cud just plug these 2 songs in and listen to them thru the night and go to sch super early tmr:&gt; thanks loads mann stam. hah.. as i just told tiff, i feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took 4hrs to do stupid aaa tutorial.. really can't concentrate with the com on.. must be more disciplined joyce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long day at sch tmr, 9-6.. disgusting. then driving lessons after that.. at 6.. hah. gonna cab down from lecture.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually i wanted to tell u, that for awhile, i thought it was mutual. 'was'. maybe the timing could have been diff though. it was a funny feeling. and i kinda didnt really acknowledged it, cos it nv struck me tt i would feel tt way.. didn't exactly know how to tell u earlier on. so yup. now we've both cleared our junk:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a long while since i last heard such news. hah.. the past is still quite vivid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish the sun would shine a lil brighter:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;all set for a brand new week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116153875630121153?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116153875630121153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116153875630121153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116153875630121153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116153875630121153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-to-two-great-songs-whoever.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116144765093364523</id><published>2006-10-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:20:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met tiff today. talked quite abit. she kinda got some stuff thru me.. for awhile. hah. but yep. i know what i need to do right now. for the next 4 months at least. so i'll change gears asap. since nth's gonna come out of it, i'll be pro-active for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pro-active = u said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every word u say gives me so much pressure. smtimes i really hope u could come ard and tell me everything's fine. but it has nv been that case.. it's always.. ' although... but..' why can't u just stop before the 'but'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u tell me u wanna fast-forward the times u spend guiding me. and i wish i could explain, that the only reason why im taking so long to absorb ur words is becos of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seldom find it hard to look someone in the eye, but it just nv happens with u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. i'll start looking into ur eyes, and taking ur words at the very level u speak. and no more pressure from u. enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tutorials day tmr. gonna do aaa and pmkt.. then gotta settle some stuff.. hopefully things will turn out fine.. done for the day. bad week. next week will be better:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my angel&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/19142745-116144765093364523?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116144765093364523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116144765093364523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116144765093364523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116144765093364523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/met-tiff-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116135516880108032</id><published>2006-10-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:03:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;signed up driving. gonna get over n done with the two basic theory lessons next wk, even though i've passed the test. some stupid procedure to follow.. then on to advance and sign up for practical at the same time. hopefully i'll be able to drive around by my birthday next yr:) went back sch at 3 to do some stuff for polympics. crappy stuff. then meeting at 6 with the committee. nice people all of them:) kinda settled most of the logistics, left with some bits and pieces to prepare. tired again. self trng tmr morning.. gonna try to get a gd nights sleep after last night's terrible rest.. asked limin bt her course of specialization and kinda see a lil light now. should be marketing, otherwise, HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning's lecture was the first time i've been so focused this week. i really listened to his every word. and yes i understood everything for once. gotta keep this going and slap aside everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt weird sitting beside u in that uncomfortable silence before u left. i hope u'll talk to me if sth's wrong. pls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. i didn't listen to a single track of that list. the very list that makes me lose my way. i found new songs. and i've got a new list. and i find myself not waiting by my phone anymore. when we meet next wed, u'll be out. yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm movin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;e.&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/19142745-116135516880108032?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116135516880108032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116135516880108032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116135516880108032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116135516880108032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/signed-up-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116126184362549851</id><published>2006-10-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:47:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boring lesson today.. social psychology.. only good thing is that the lineup for the next 5 weeks seem more interesting.. if one day u see me doing sth really absurd and ridiculous in town, pls act normal, and behave as u would if it's someone else. i'll just be carrying out an experiment to observe people's behaviors and reactions:) lesson was boring, very theoretical, but learnt a lil too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep going in circles, with absolutely no idea how to walk a straight line. i need to focus. i haven't been able to concentrate at all. not a single thing i've learnt this week has gotten in. it's time to snap out of this vicious cycle and run along again. 3 more days of nonsense. after which i'll not think abt it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i'll construct my reality. i'll convince myself with a reason for not thinking. cos things shouldn't have gone this way. right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so the next time we meet, u'll be out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ving on to track 7&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/19142745-116126184362549851?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116126184362549851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116126184362549851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116126184362549851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116126184362549851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/boring-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116121876127667870</id><published>2006-10-19T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:49:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not too bad a game last night, didn't manage to reach her target of 8, but the overall play has improved alot. so we've achieved our aim in joining this competition even though we were barely prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all went for dinner after the game. then home again at 11. tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll quit thinkin bt u. dont like the feeling of having to anticipate and watch meticulously for ur every move. i miss the freedom, where nth else mattered much. and i won't allow myself to fall in any deeper. out i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;give me a reason to stir up these feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116121876127667870?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116121876127667870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116121876127667870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116121876127667870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116121876127667870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-too-bad-game-last-night-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116113614857020220</id><published>2006-10-18T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:49:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trng again last night. shagged.. but we finally worked things out, the motion's there. and im starting to feel the way i did when sy and i played tgt back then:) lovin' it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aching up down everywhere, it's just a matter of time i'll sprain both loose ankles.. just lemme last thru tonight's game will do. last game tonight. it's of great importance. we definitely can't win, but our only concern is to bring the goal diff as lil as possible. new combi tonight, hope it works out the way it did yesterday night:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im really loving trng now. thanks so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ur presence makes a diff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;because of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116113614857020220?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116113614857020220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116113614857020220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116113614857020220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116113614857020220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/trng-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116090911911249440</id><published>2006-10-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:45:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awful week. terible games. only consolation came when gram smiled so much at dinner last night. we celebrated her birthday yesterday over dinner at west coast. we haven't seen her smile so much in almost a yr.. the atmosphere. perfect. when we sang her the birthday songs, each and every one of us. teared. that kinda feeling. it's as though u're really grateful for all that u have now. as much as we may have conflicts every now and then, we're just so grateful she's still with us, still holding the entire family together, and slowly stepping out of this horrid circle of depression. we've come a long way, almost 10 mths in this circle. it has been really tiring. we've shared her depression. day in day out we hear her groan and moan. it definitely has got to us, however small an extent it may be. and it's only at such big gatherings that u feel the warmth of a big family. at the very second itself, the coldness disappears and warmth rushes in. i love them all. even my aunt who nv seems to stop irritating me. they've all been there for us, and they are also the ones who taught me to grow and to love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this aside, played 3 games over 5 days. lousy. another game tmr. and my partner went down with a tear in her ligament. of all things to happen.. only can hope for the best tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trying hard to get over this feeling. i know i can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thanks loads ms lovely, for bringing me to terms with my past:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116090911911249440?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116090911911249440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116090911911249440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116090911911249440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116090911911249440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/awful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-116029944482048046</id><published>2006-10-08T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:24:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been finding all sorts of ways to get out of the house this week. it's really too pressurizing at home. i feel like her personal maid. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tues's training got me a lil scared of myself. how i actually enjoyed training more with coach. i clearly remember how i used to dislike her so much i had to drag myself to trng. and even wanted to quit the game cos of her. but now i've found one more reason to go for trng whole-heartedly. and i totally love it again. next week's a competition week. we're playing in the POL-ITE competition with the other polys and ite. and i've been hearing alot bt how the other polys have been preparing for the games, especially sp. and when i think of how we only really got our players 3 weeks again, a whole lot of inconfidence comes around. in either case we'll just try our best and keep learning. it's the ivp games in january that really matter still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met annie hsin da and sy last sat:) had steamboat at turfcity, then went down to island creamery. hung ard and did alot of catching up.. i really miss those days when it was netball at 6.30am and netball again at 3.30pm. when i spent my time on sth i thought was my life. shall try to meet up for a game after their As:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and last nite was steamboat again with carolyn and aaron. they looked so tired.. one came from work, the other from blading. and me. from home after trng. told that girl something i think shocked her. at least it seemed that way from her look. then went arcade for bishi bashi (if tt's how u spell it. hah.) i realised all my frens love this game. for i dunno what reasons. hah. then she taught me sth really interesting while we were on the train. we were packed like sardines but there was still some space and we were trying to get our balance. so she just stuck out her second finger. so naturally i asked, and she said it helps to keep u balanced. and when i wanted to try it after that, the dumb train jolted so i ended up 'dancing', in her words. hah. she's flying off to bangkok.. and i'm stuck here finding ways to escape. told her to get some hermit crabs for me:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then of cos, back home again near 11.. was too late so culdn't do any catching up with my cuzs. oh and i have no freaking idea if it's coincidental or what, but i just realised that on two occasions, after i meet my cuz's gf for the first time, both ended up as the last time i would meet them. it always seems such that a month plus after i talk to them, they'll break up with him.. think i shld just keep clear and not ask him to let me meet her. so now he's escaping too. both of us, from reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are plans to go europe in december, after common tests:) can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna teach a class of sec 3 students, financial investment stuff next tuesday. first time teaching. even presentation has only been in front of at most 25 people. now it's gonna be 40 odd. and it's teaching. im really praying it'll go well. went NUS last sunday for first session of trng and was there again just now for the second round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last week of holiday next week, three days down for games, 1 for trng, 1 for rest, 1 for work, and 1 for meeting up. going eyecentre on wed, hope i'll get the letter of approval allowing me to drive.. then fri visit to newater for tour.. just becos they are gonna sponsor our event.. what a chore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certain things are just too random. it's better off not knowing than trying to find out. makes the world a simpler place to live in. each time i read such things, everything starts coming. so better off not reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-116029944482048046?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116029944482048046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=116029944482048046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116029944482048046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142745/posts/default/116029944482048046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-finding-all-sorts-of-ways-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663086073665319616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142745.post-115942807302214972</id><published>2006-09-28T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:29:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clubhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came to sch ard 10 to do my IS enrolment, had to trouble glenn to help me check if was accessible cos i knew i wud be late. thanks loads glenn! and yep got in without any hitch, amazingly. but there were few modules to choose from.. wanted to take social psychology and service innovation but the latter was only available from week 1-7, so had to end up taking global cities. had to enrol real fast cos every time u move away from the particular enrolment page, a slot wud be gone and there were only like 1 or 2 slots for each module. my goodness. count myself lucky. then headed for clubhse, and did some own training and shooting. enjoyed:) preparing for sat's game with coach's friends.. gonna get whacked for sure. so now im sitting in the clubhse blogging. gonna stay home tmr probably. prob if carolyn's not working then will get out of the house or sth. otherwise, a full day at home. i think the situation's quite bad now, as in i can stay home the entire day without speaking a single word to my irritating aunt. considering the constant movement around her, it sounds weird not to be talking to her. yet i totally don't feel like i wana say anything or even listen to her. crap.. it's so pressurizing everywhere. even at home. so much responsibility just cos she doesn't wanna get a maid. argh. so i've to sacrifice my time to look after my gram every single minute of the day. and she'll never get well with all the attention showered on her. i mean who won't want attention and care, it's such a natural want and need. but when u overdo it, u'll kill the person. it's hard to even get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had work yesterday, first day of work since my hols started, and shld be the last. one day thing only. did some escorting and helped out at the counter at the world roads conference. how lame can the name get. not too bad, met some nice people, and realised how much we chinese take things for granted, like everything and everybody ought to be at ur dispense. it's disgusting. i really like the way the caucasians actually show that they appreciate ur help, as small as it may be. it really means alot, and i definitely wanna learn this aspect of their culture. that aside, it was pretty much a fine day. i always enjoy meeting delegates:) hah. other than attending to the guests from time to time, carolyn and i were rotting quite abit. had time to even play pictionary. hah.somehow my jokes make me laugh at myself real hard. hah.. and her stupid 'hai de hen duo er zi'. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was dead tired when i got home.. all the walking in the heels got me so tired, instead of the work.. heels are awful. i love shoes and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really loved sunday's dinner with my ah ma and aunts. they're all so nice.. despite us not going down to my ah ma's hse often.. it means so much to me when i feel their love. and i know he would be very happy if he was around with us. but i know he's always around:) i was telling my mom on sat bt how much i missed my ahma's spicy minced meat with extra lots of garlic, and on sunday she turned up with what i was wishing for exactly:) and she's always telling my sis and i to let her know if we wanna eat her tom yum soup or pig's heart cooked in ultra delicious rice wine, and she would go to the market, get the stuff and cook before my mom goes down to her place to bring it back for us. that's why she's such a sweetie. she makes me feel so guilty forhurrying my dad and mom back from her place every time we went down when we were young. but what hurts most is how i was told that my gonggong would wait for my family to reach before starting the meal. and i was so reluctant to have dinner at my ah ma's place last time, so knowing this only after he left took me down back then. i just wanna love my ah ma more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna finish up a book and return soon b4 i get another fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-115942807302214972?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115942807302214972/comments/default' title='Post 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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-19142745.post-115909001480698662</id><published>2006-09-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:28:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally decided to blog. haven't updated for some time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;timeline-- exams ended, went perak, back with a disgusting bout of stomach flu (what's new), started training again, slacking at home looking after gram, meeting up with the girls:), looking for a job now (after 2 weeks of rotting), getting in shape for upcoming games, visiting nat. eyecentre, signing up for driving again, and lastly taking a good break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda routined life, 4mths of slogging then 6wks of break.. seems like good, but the 6weeks makes it hard to get into condition for the following 4mths after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perak trip first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i honestly dunoo how i should put it, whether it was enjoyable or not, cos the after-trip thing made it so sick. but yep i guess i realised my weaknesses, coming face to face with water has never been more frightening. it was definitely fun, the rafting and the abseiling. only that the body rafting drill made me rooted to the ground. very much regret not doing one of the drills, but still, am glad i actually did manage to calm myself down for the last one and the capsizing. need to go do sth bt it i think..overall, quite an enjoyable trip:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came back and got the silly gastric flu again so was stuck at home for 4whole dreadful days.. and it made me remember the very first time i experienced this sort of pain, when i was 8. it was so painful then that i just rolled around the house and my dad carried me on his back to the nearest clinic, with me crying non-stop. his back was unusually warm. then got it a couple of times again throughout the yrs, and another time in china, lijiang. he was also the one who brought me to the hospital and stayed just beside the whole long night. the sight of the doctor and hospital obviously didn't make things better cos the doc was limping to me, and the toilet walls were like, splashed with shit. and the oxygen tank, it's literally the huge long metal oxygen tank they used ages ago. but still, i felt so safe with him by my side. always have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to driving centre to sign up for the practical lessons last week, but i was told to get a letter from the eyecentre to certify me fit to drive with the lazy eye problem. argh.. so gt an appt for the following wed, afterwhich i'm gonna sign up straight away. i wanna drive. and sis is giving me daily reminders to get my license. what a nag. other than that, gonna try to get a job for the last 3 weeks of hols, and prepare for the games starting 9th oct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met germ julie and my partner yesterday in town, chilled out and talked for 5htrs. talked alot. and thought alot. hah. even after we left.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes and got my ipod video.. finally:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;going off for dinner with my ah ma and aunts. love her loads. she's such a sweetie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142745-115909001480698662?l=thepresentyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresentyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115909001480698662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142745&amp;postID=115909001480698662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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