<?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-17640255</id><updated>2012-01-19T21:19:46.186+08:00</updated><category term='in a deep frustrated tone.'/><category term='I&apos;m so blessed.'/><category term='I&apos;ll whisper sweet notes to you.'/><category term='因为爱 所以我存在'/><category term='It feels as though its winter now'/><category term='Do It All Again:}'/><category term='You won&apos;t hear my voice again.'/><category term='If you see a litter on floor...'/><category term='If you be my star'/><category term='I&apos;m waiting.'/><category term='I&apos;m feeling blue'/><category term='i`ll be your sky.  You can hide underneath me  and come out at night.'/><category term='eenie meenie miney mo lova~'/><category term='but I love Joseph more than other exes I had.'/><category term='A year without rain.'/><category term='I guess so.'/><category term='其实你悄悄变成 我的最爱'/><category term='Feel so blessed all of the sudden.'/><category term='Baby baby baby ohh'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='Feels emotional after hearing his voice'/><category term='freezing cold.'/><category term='I&apos;m in love with custard caramel pudding.'/><category term='Losin it.'/><category term='Reading my books and chilled out in the Sunday evening.'/><category term='You don&apos;t know me well enough'/><category term='I wish I&apos;m still 18'/><category term='but he was beyond normal luohan fish that I&apos;ve ever seen.'/><category term='I don&apos;t find it amusing about my ahluohan&apos;s death. Coz he&apos;s really was the best pet I ever had. People will think its amusing'/><category term='I&apos;m climbing up from a great fall.'/><category term='Lovely.'/><category term='I&apos;m drunk on love.'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='I&apos;m scared.'/><category term='I don&apos;t need you to feel special.'/><title type='text'>Birds of Summer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8909428827483126944</id><published>2012-01-19T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:19:46.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m drunk on love.'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Well well well, it's been like so so so long since I've last posted. Hmm, now that I have iPhone, I can blog regularly if I want to:) post pics will also be easier hehe. Nothing much to say, just a year of excitement, disappointment and also thrills. Shall blog again, bye! Ending off with a cool pic of me and my love:) &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usdThFccdi4/TxgYcJ1z1sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8K2Ns6tYthc/s640/blogger-image--1729985029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usdThFccdi4/TxgYcJ1z1sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8K2Ns6tYthc/s640/blogger-image--1729985029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8909428827483126944?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8909428827483126944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8909428827483126944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8909428827483126944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8909428827483126944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usdThFccdi4/TxgYcJ1z1sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8K2Ns6tYthc/s72-c/blogger-image--1729985029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-38638767317080938</id><published>2011-09-16T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:41:54.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too overdue.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda stm recently. Lost my checklists in the ward, which is almost impossible. Been busy with orientation and all, like finally, I get to enjoy tmr to uss! Woohoo! So, gonna post lotsa photos very very soon. I still have so many photos to post. Sigh. Currently i'm under medical geriatric ward, mrsa mainly. Now, I've learnt things the hard way. Never judge a person too soon. Alright, till then bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-38638767317080938?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/38638767317080938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=38638767317080938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/38638767317080938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/38638767317080938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-overdue.html' title='too overdue.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3780175567873022078</id><published>2011-08-31T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:53:43.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated posts part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3R2izO0b8g/Tl4giVjiAvI/AAAAAAAAACc/HkpFL2xAOpI/s1600/jas%2Bpage%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3R2izO0b8g/Tl4giVjiAvI/AAAAAAAAACc/HkpFL2xAOpI/s320/jas%2Bpage%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646986757042995954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wieZDxL4kOo/Tl4gi33309I/AAAAAAAAACk/2sEKpY6ttnA/s1600/jaspage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wieZDxL4kOo/Tl4gi33309I/AAAAAAAAACk/2sEKpY6ttnA/s320/jaspage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646986766255117266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This will only be 2 pictures. I'm too tired and lazy to upload haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Getting pay soon, might be getting hard disk:} Will be uploading more soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3780175567873022078?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3780175567873022078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3780175567873022078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3780175567873022078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3780175567873022078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-posts-part-1.html' title='Belated posts part 1.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3R2izO0b8g/Tl4giVjiAvI/AAAAAAAAACc/HkpFL2xAOpI/s72-c/jas%2Bpage%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1564072047754725908</id><published>2011-07-29T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:27:20.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July Craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color:#F62817"&gt;Yesterday met up with Shirley &amp;amp; Bing at Cineleisure:}. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;As usual, I was damn late and they had to take their lunch without me:( Yea I know, I'm always late &amp;amp; full of the same reasons haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was in the train, I was damn famish alright! So, reached there about 4, &amp;amp; went to scape building to find them. Out of sudden, we bumped into the couple of mixture of poly &amp;amp; ite students who wanted us for some pronunciation of words, for their project. Only Shirley &amp;amp; I did it. I was amazed that Shirley took the first step for the pronunciation:} You can say I was impressed haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly speaking, I was embarrassed that I pronounced the last word debut wrongly:( I pronounced as "debt" without the "u". But in the end, the guy who instructed me, he gave me a look that I should try again. So I told them that I didn't hear the "smartest" guy who pronounced it clearly. I laughed it off-.- So in the end, the guy who instructed me, he asked me to pronounced in my own style. So, in the end I said twice, "debt" &amp;amp; "debt-ut". After that, it was Bing's turn. She refused, so we went off after I've nodded to show that we've appreciated their effort to ask us for their project after they had thank us:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously need to brush up more of my pronunciation, I still feel embarrassed:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my point of blogging, I had bought my gongcha &amp;amp; had my early dinner, we were bored of cineleisure, so we decided to go somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirley was annoyed that each of us kept disagreeing of going certain places ahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last decision, we decided to go amk. What a joke-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much there, just chit chatting, walked around, window shopping as usual and finally, we settled down to camwhore haha. We then went to toastbox for snacking &amp;amp; drinks. I didn't like the iced milo, too sweet and thick. Although I like thick milo, I still prefer no sugar added. oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed home pretty late, on the dot at 10pm when Shirley and I were in the train station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lotsa fun with these two girls:} Talked about our secondary school memories and gossiping haha. Erm, not exactly gossiping:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm meeting Istiqah &amp;amp; Faiz for Captain America movie:D Also I want to meet them up as Faiz is going for ns on 3rd of august:) Its been awhile since I've last met Faiz:} Can't wait to see his botak head with Istiqah soon ahha:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm looking forward for qf's advance birthday celebration:} Hopefully I can afford as I'm broke now since I've stopped working for a month or so. I'm also anticipating my vacation with my love. More photo to come soon, till then! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1564072047754725908?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1564072047754725908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1564072047754725908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1564072047754725908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1564072047754725908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-craze.html' title='July Craze!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5578412294052047123</id><published>2011-07-27T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:15:17.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue.</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I've last posted that I'd post photos. But everyday seem like a dread to me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nobody reads my blog anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a urge to deactivate my facebook. What makes me think of deactivating, its because facebook has became my addiction. I don't want it and I don't like it. I tend to stuck at facebook for hours and hours if I've nothing to do for the whole day. The best part, I'd check on facebook notifications if I stop my korean drama half way through. Like now-.-&lt;div&gt;This is insane, I need to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realise, I am as lonely as when I was still in secondary school. On second thoughts, I don't think I should blog so much about friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, this Sunday I planned to go swimming with my love:} Please be sunny on that day coz I wanna be tan:}:} &amp;amp; Gotta learn to overcome my fear for deep pool. Please be alright for me, I don't want to have any breathing difficulty and almost drown myself on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, my love and I've planned to go for a vacation on this august after his jci. Hopefully he'd get his 2 weeks leave after jci. The day after his jci, we're going for a spa trip to mary chia:D Its coupons that I brought for him and I:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now, more photos to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5578412294052047123?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5578412294052047123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5578412294052047123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5578412294052047123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5578412294052047123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/overdue.html' title='Overdue.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-9034766912075087395</id><published>2011-07-16T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T23:51:59.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day:}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Am bored right now, so gonna do this notes for fun:} &amp;amp; Today went to manhattan's fish market with Istiqah:D Today's her birthday and my bros too:} Watched movie at gv for hp part II! Will upload photos tmr:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;92 truth of myself:]&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;(Today)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;1. Last beverage = Sprite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2. Last phone call = My love Joseph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;3. Last text message = Istiqah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;4. Last song you listened to = Far from here by Alissa Moreno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;5. Last time you cried = Haha during the crucial part from HP part II. Just tears welled up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;6. Dated someone twice = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;7. Been cheated on = Maybe, never knew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;9. Lost someone special = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;10. Been depressed = Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up = Not once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;12. red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;13. black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;14. purple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST YEAR (2010), HAVE YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;15. Made a new friend = nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;16. Fallen out of love = yes but on dec 24th, I found my current love:}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;17. Laughed until you cried&lt;strong&gt; = yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;18. Met someone who changed you &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; yes:}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were &lt;strong&gt;= Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list =  Never I will do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life &lt;strong&gt;= There're new and old friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;24. Do you have any pets = Yes! A near 6 months kitten with my bf, which stays in my bf's place and kois.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = No, just want to add my english name that was given by my mom when I was 2 yrs old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday &lt;strong&gt;=  Birthday chalet:}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 7am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = Baking cookies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = Go for spa treatments with my bf at mary chia that I booked for him and I:D &amp;amp; go batam with him around aug:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother = Now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = Be more friendly and make more close friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = Nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now&lt;strong&gt; = My contact lens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;35. Most visited webpage &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; Youtube, facebook and blogs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;37. Nickname = too many to list out-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;38. Relationship Status = In a relationship:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Aries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;40. He or She = she&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;41. Elementary = Qihua Primary School&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;42. High School = Christ Church Secondary School&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;43. College = ITE Collage East&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;44. Hair color = Orangey slight dark brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;45. Long or short &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; Long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;46. Height = 160&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = I don't need one right now:} I want my bf:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;49. Piercings = 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;50. Tattoos = Prolly get one when I overcome the fear of pain:}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;51. Righty or lefty = righty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;52. First surgery = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;53. First piercing = K1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;54. First best friend = my neighbour who turned her back towards me when we turned 9. Reason? Simple, she said her mom disapproving her to befriend me coz of my stupidity and lack of knowledge. What a lousy liar. Her mom was my mom's bff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;55. First sport you joined &lt;strong&gt;= Dancing? haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;56. First vacation = Genting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;58. First pair of trainers &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have a trainer. Unless its about sports shoes=trainers? I have only 1 pair that last me from sec till now. Good as new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;59. Eating = nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;60. Drinking = nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;61. I'm about to = watch my korean drama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;62. Listening to = nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;63. Waiting for = don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;64. Want kids? = Of course:}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;65. Get Married? = Of course:}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;66. Career? &lt;strong&gt;= A freelance artist(just old school portrait paintings) or sn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;67. Lips or eyes = Eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = Both ahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;69. Shorter or taller = Taller! Ideal height for me is either 165 or 169&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;70. Older or Younger = Younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;71. Romantic or Spontaneous = Both haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms =  Both haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = Sensitive &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship &lt;strong&gt;= &lt;/strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = hesitant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = small percentage as its in the cocktail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;79. Sex on first date &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;80. Broke someone's heart = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = too many times &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;82. Been arrested = nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;83. Turned someone down = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;84. Cried when someone died = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = once&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;86. Yourself &lt;strong&gt;= &lt;/strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;87. Miracles = sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;88. Love at first sight&lt;strong&gt; =&lt;/strong&gt;  yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;89. Heaven &lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;90. Santa Claus = don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = on the checks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;92. Angels = maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-9034766912075087395?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9034766912075087395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=9034766912075087395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9034766912075087395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9034766912075087395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/d.html' title='Good day:}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3972505515163128843</id><published>2011-07-16T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:19:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold breeze.</title><content type='html'>This morning 8am, I had breakfast with my big bro:} Had a long chat with him too.&lt;div&gt;Shared alot of gabby moments with him, &amp;amp; I kept looking at the cat which was lying on top of the chair opposite us. That cat looked literally have black coarse moustache on and have small patches of hair on top of its head haha. Glad that I'm able to spend a short day with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind was chilling, but it was a fine day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently am listening to 987FM "I wanna go" - Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love 987FM:} Its been awhile since I've last listened. That was about 4 months ago? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna meet Istiqah for dinner and movie around 3plus/4pm. Oh, I've baked cookies for her and my family:} Today its my bro's and her birthday:} COOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall prolly stop here, its rather boring post for today-.- Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3972505515163128843?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3972505515163128843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3972505515163128843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3972505515163128843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3972505515163128843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/cold-breeze.html' title='Cold breeze.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-252557547856421022</id><published>2011-07-07T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T01:47:44.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>I missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I missed those days that we used to have, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;That's what I really want to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-252557547856421022?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/252557547856421022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=252557547856421022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/252557547856421022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/252557547856421022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-missed.html' title='I missed.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8731740114406214160</id><published>2011-07-05T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:04:03.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do It All Again:}'/><title type='text'>June 2011</title><content type='html'>Its been a long while ever since I've started saying I'd post photos. Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Now its already July! I'm a lazy bum, can't being myself to blog. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today I'd let the pictures do the talk. Life's good, but am kinda feeling down. Nothing major, just me. Oh, I'm jobless, left lil bit of money to spend before starting my new job in ttsh. Gonna enjoy myself for the time being:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=268807_10150246505627403_606207402_7294004_4209625_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/268807_10150246505627403_606207402_7294004_4209625_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=268001_10150246506012403_606207402_7294011_3372755_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/268001_10150246506012403_606207402_7294011_3372755_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=269130_10150246506087403_606207402_7294012_6578267_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/269130_10150246506087403_606207402_7294012_6578267_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green apples being buried under the grapes:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=264699_10150246506517403_606207402_7294023_2122975_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/264699_10150246506517403_606207402_7294023_2122975_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261205_10150246499347403_606207402_7293905_2917684_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/261205_10150246499347403_606207402_7293905_2917684_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=260168_10150246499612403_606207402_7293911_6261674_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/260168_10150246499612403_606207402_7293911_6261674_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the look I had that day:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=267752_10150246499847403_606207402_7293920_6202101_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/267752_10150246499847403_606207402_7293920_6202101_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious wantan noodles from Dakoda road:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270425_10150246500272403_606207402_7293932_1614543_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/270425_10150246500272403_606207402_7293932_1614543_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date with my love at ThaiXpress on the same day as it was our anniversary:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=268685_10150246500492403_606207402_7293937_3695805_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/268685_10150246500492403_606207402_7293937_3695805_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy red curry chicken cubes:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270173_10150246500592403_606207402_7293940_6732570_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/270173_10150246500592403_606207402_7293940_6732570_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yummy green curry with chicken cubes my fav:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=264877_10150246513342403_606207402_7294177_5375487_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/264877_10150246513342403_606207402_7294177_5375487_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had korean cuisine with my senior &amp;amp; her friends:} After that headed to cricket club:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=268200_10150246513422403_606207402_7294179_6726774_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/268200_10150246513422403_606207402_7294179_6726774_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried korean rice cake:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=267730_10150246513692403_606207402_7294189_37266_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/267730_10150246513692403_606207402_7294189_37266_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Ginseng Chicken soup:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=267566_10150246513627403_606207402_7294187_3376352_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/267566_10150246513627403_606207402_7294187_3376352_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood Pancake:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270753_10150246510602403_606207402_7294099_2094602_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/270753_10150246510602403_606207402_7294099_2094602_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=264640_10150246511107403_606207402_7294119_8039452_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/264640_10150246511107403_606207402_7294119_8039452_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end it off with a signature look:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8731740114406214160?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8731740114406214160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8731740114406214160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8731740114406214160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8731740114406214160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-2011.html' title='June 2011'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1068915269029084281</id><published>2011-06-02T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:19:39.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling blue'/><title type='text'>I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>I find that you take me for granted. You don't spare me for a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, I'll just do my part. If this is what you wish to happen between us.&lt;br /&gt;Its hurtful to know that I'm no longer as important to you. Or maybe in the first place I am not at all. So what you've said, are all lies?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm bound to lose some and gain a little back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1068915269029084281?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1068915269029084281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1068915269029084281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1068915269029084281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1068915269029084281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6815348641293848884</id><published>2011-05-18T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:05:16.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a belated entry:D I literally forgot to post about my birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 17th April 2011, Sunday, went for mass shopping for groceries and also did my nails:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt bad, I'm still do, coz went to get my nails done and left love and Leslie to do all the groceries. I didn't know they would buy all that without me:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went back to the chalet to rest and marinated the chicken wings with stiqah:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used love's mom's recipe. My parents did the catering of the rest of the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=208267_10150166765527403_606207402_6680936_4489186_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/208267_10150166765527403_606207402_6680936_4489186_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken after a short swim in the pool:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went to collect my birthday cake and cupcakes:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very day, 18th April 2011, Monday, woke up early to go wild wild wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my horror, it was closed:( it'll only open after 12/1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to buy my maxi dress:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went back to chalet and started on the bbq food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 3pm, I went to prepare myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamaine &amp;amp; Damien were the first to rest. Glad that they could make it:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then followed by Ms Chiong, Corrine and Victor:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=215226_1975865724589_1481485319_2301179_7026941_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/215226_1975865724589_1481485319_2301179_7026941_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=217234_1646212245737_1549831655_31295020_5066019_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/217234_1646212245737_1549831655_31295020_5066019_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmm2dBnJXyw/TdPQR9sBlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/zNv3oV0i7DQ/s1600/217300_1646213285763_1549831655_31295021_1222508_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmm2dBnJXyw/TdPQR9sBlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/zNv3oV0i7DQ/s320/217300_1646213285763_1549831655_31295021_1222508_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608054968041969090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYymE8hRGUw/TdPRH6ru8QI/AAAAAAAAACI/LydMrJFQrkY/s1600/206356_1646211725724_1549831655_31295019_5346989_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYymE8hRGUw/TdPRH6ru8QI/AAAAAAAAACI/LydMrJFQrkY/s320/206356_1646211725724_1549831655_31295019_5346989_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608055894948376834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-ISkR9vbRw/TdPRXuqAAxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aw13kBufgdQ/s1600/205553_1646210925704_1549831655_31295018_5975529_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-ISkR9vbRw/TdPRXuqAAxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aw13kBufgdQ/s320/205553_1646210925704_1549831655_31295018_5975529_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608056166597788434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=208572_1975877804891_1481485319_2301223_6497185_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/208572_1975877804891_1481485319_2301223_6497185_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my lovely cake:} Cupcakes were amazing too, but didn't manage to snap a stunning pic of it. Btw, I was busy entertaining my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=215760_1975885645087_1481485319_2301245_7259530_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/215760_1975885645087_1481485319_2301245_7259530_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to specially thank my parents, my bf Joseph, Leslie and Istiqah, for helping with preparing for the chalet party:} Especially my parents, I'm grateful that they grant my wish to have a chalet party:} Although it wasn't my expected party, it was still fun and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank Istiqah to help with the marinating of the chicken wings:D I enjoyed sharing the short yet fun moment with you:} Won't forget about the short dipped into the pool with your dearest Faiz:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was unexpectedly that, at least few of my friends had attended my party:} Especially Corrine, victor, Damian &amp;amp; my teacher Ms Chiong!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who didn't come, it was very disappointing. I was so hopeful and patience. I've text quite a few and updated on fb, not many of them responded or contacted me earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some even forgot to wish me, well expected. At least a few did apologised to me for not being able to make it and I'm glad that they cared:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really surprised me was that, I actually felt shy and happy when I was about to make a wish and blew out my candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my birthday, things did happen. In a way that I'm always thinking about the flaws. I'm constantly thinking why this and this did that to me, &amp;amp; why this and this didn't think about my feelings? I'm tired of being treated this way. I feel more angered when I saw those messages. The walls are not sealed, they are hollow, do remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean this is the last time I'd write about friendship here, its just plain childish. Why can't we just think before we are being blinded by our anger? Sometimes years of knowing each other doesn't depicts the depth of understanding each other's personalities or characters. Yes, we do change through years of experiences or for instance, friends that we mixed with. Sometimes words can be a powerful weapon to hurt a person. I want a talk, a short ones, but, I just can't do it. Its really saddening that I got to resort to escape this problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I'm like other people, who don't rant about friends over here, just be strong and mix with other friends. Can't be bothered by this kinda problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the images, I will try to upload tmr. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6815348641293848884?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6815348641293848884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6815348641293848884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6815348641293848884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6815348641293848884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/belated-entry.html' title='Belated entry.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmm2dBnJXyw/TdPQR9sBlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/zNv3oV0i7DQ/s72-c/217300_1646213285763_1549831655_31295021_1222508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3609055887549954129</id><published>2011-05-10T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:32:31.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask your friends a question 
Send this to all your formspring friends if you support cancer patients! If you don't, you have No Heart. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Ask your friends a question Send this to all your formspring friends if you support cancer patients! If you don't, you have No Heart. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/kPvYAM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3609055887549954129?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3609055887549954129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3609055887549954129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3609055887549954129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3609055887549954129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/ask-your-friends-question-send-this-to.html' title='Ask your friends a question &#xA;Send this to all your formspring friends if you support cancer patients! If you don&amp;#39;t, you have No Heart. :)'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-208617642729078061</id><published>2011-04-07T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:09:46.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Birthday syndrome"</title><content type='html'>I have exactly 11 days to my birthday party:} My birthday is on 19th april but I decided to throw a bbq party early in advance, which will be on my bf's grammy's bday :} 17th april is my dad'd but they only be coming on 18th. I've placed an order for my cupcakes and size 10" cake:D&lt;div&gt;Its amazing that I found &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shibertys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;http://shibertys.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#2A2A2A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's great for a young girl like her to bake this well:D &amp;amp; of course she's very knowledgeable when comes to some enquiries:} I hope she won't find that I'm the most choosy and pain in the ass customer haha!&lt;div&gt;So, am very very excited and at the same time, very insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know all my friends will attend or just leave me down there alone. Its freaking scary and saddening if that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this won't happen. Till then, will update after my birthday party:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-208617642729078061?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/208617642729078061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=208617642729078061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/208617642729078061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/208617642729078061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-syndrome.html' title='&quot;Birthday syndrome&quot;'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2368578061817857701</id><published>2011-03-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:31:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Seriously have no intention to post any photos at all. I realised it long ago and yet I still posted here that I'd post some photos someday. hah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel tied down. I can't make a choice right now. I'm afraid of failing. I want to have what's best for me, yet, I do not know whether its really best for me to decide on another choice that I've made long ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so convinced that I'd do it, but, I doubted on myself again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parents are supportive but, its not 100% I'll get the chance. &amp;amp; I do not want to post whatever I'm supposed to mean now, because, I want it to be private and to see if it happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not my body of course. Something that everybody at this age of mine, well almost, is always worried about. Not relationship related too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm waiting for the answer, till then. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2368578061817857701?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2368578061817857701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2368578061817857701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2368578061817857701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2368578061817857701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-mood.html' title='NO mood.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1170966614713191432</id><published>2011-03-02T00:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:58:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>I just changed my blog layout.. Nothing much, but I like my pictures:D haha&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, said that I would post about graduation, but I didn't. Kinda lazy...&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post something soon:} &amp;amp; upload some pics:} &lt;br /&gt;My blog is so dead, doesn't seem like any soul will read it. Too rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Random, I'm trying to grow back my brows so that I can go beauty salon to trim them. I want to find perfect shape that suits me:}&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bing is coming back on 10th March, like finally:D&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed that she'd only contact Shirley. I don't blame her, coz since the day I joined nursing, we seldom meet up and it was my fault. I'm trying to be closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, friends are hard to maintain. Life just goes on and new friends stream in. I don't wish to lose the closest secondary school friends that I have. I've lost a few and they won't come back, coz nobody admit that each one of us were wrong too. I doubted that they had seen it that way. I let go, when I received that text, coz all the hurt that created via facebook was beyond painful. I cried so much like a cry baby. I didn't like it, I felt it was cyber abuse. Not because of the word "disappointed" but the notes that each of them liked. They failed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dream about them, dreamt about them apologising to me, dreamt that we are friends once again. But, none of it happen. I didn't invite them to my party, reason is very simple, I don't wish to have disappointment. I don't want to feel shitty if anything happen. Its just not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm afraid, afraid that I'd be affected to see them again. After all, it should be a year now since we stopped seeing each other. The ending wasn't I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the better, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1170966614713191432?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1170966614713191432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1170966614713191432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1170966614713191432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1170966614713191432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4675954677896407497</id><published>2011-02-18T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:44:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pre-blogpost" haha</title><content type='html'>I'm so gonna post for the graduation ceremony on this sat:D &lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to upload photos right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; will be updating tumblr soon:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyl, I just got my wisdom tooth surgery. It hurts so badly coz I had two plucked out on either side of my lower part. The numbness is fading. Will disappear within 72hours. Okay, I'll feel the intense pain very very soon argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turning in now, super duper tired. I'm sucha ass, supposed to sleep by 12 coz the medicines coz drowsiness, I still insisted to finish watching my korean drama =) Episode 11 now:D 5 more episodes to go and I'll know the ending:D Hyun Bin is so handsome:D ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: today is really a relieve, I had my love to stay with me and had my mom to take care of my meals when I'm home:} Thanks alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4675954677896407497?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4675954677896407497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4675954677896407497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4675954677896407497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4675954677896407497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/pre-blogpost-haha.html' title='&quot;Pre-blogpost&quot; haha'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3196390175435029629</id><published>2011-01-27T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:11:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Questions?:D &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Jascsh" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Jascsh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3196390175435029629?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3196390175435029629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3196390175435029629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3196390175435029629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3196390175435029629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4455751275289631986</id><published>2011-01-26T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:09:48.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t find it amusing about my ahluohan&apos;s death. Coz he&apos;s really was the best pet I ever had. People will think its amusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but he was beyond normal luohan fish that I&apos;ve ever seen.'/><title type='text'>My lovely Alexi, you will always be remembered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TT-QdcbncAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YE9kwTxw508/s1600/Alexi%2Bthe%2Blovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TT-QdcbncAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YE9kwTxw508/s320/Alexi%2Bthe%2Blovely.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566326499975852034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a letter to my lovely Alexi, who has found dead in my bf's house at 4.30am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Alexi, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                 I'm sorry for not being there for you when you were already becoming ill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You and Gabriella are my angels from Heaven. Joseph and I didn't regret of adopted you both. I'm sorry that I often saying that you both are noisy when you both keep crying. But deep down, I really love you both just like how I loved my lovely ahluohan and Woolie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are my second miracle after Woolie and Also Joseph's miracle after his dearest meowmi's death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad that at least you heard my weak voice when Joseph put you through the phone. You were so sweet to meow a few times after hearing mine. You were so beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cheered when knowing that you'd open your eyes just within this week. But it was heaven's will to bring you to the heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God blessed you and may you rest in peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember, you will always be in my heart forever just like how deep is my ahluohan and woolie are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4455751275289631986?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4455751275289631986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4455751275289631986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4455751275289631986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4455751275289631986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-lovely-alexi-you-will-always-be.html' title='My lovely Alexi, you will always be remembered.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TT-QdcbncAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YE9kwTxw508/s72-c/Alexi%2Bthe%2Blovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3253173560272959798</id><published>2011-01-12T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:20:02.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday mini party:}</title><content type='html'>This year, I'm going to create a mini party for myself. I was intending to ask all my friends to celebrate with me, but, on the second thought, I might change it. &lt;div&gt;Should be at Coastal sands resort. I'm yet to book it though. Should be end of this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my mom would keep her promise that she'll sponsor me:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gonna decide with Shirley to invite which of our sec sch friends:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my nursing friends, I'll definitely invite my cp friends:D Hopefully they'll tell me whoever is available. That way I should know who is coming and who is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if all my cp friends can't make it, at least I still have my close friends/bestfriends and my bf be there with me:D Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully first day, my parents, bro and his gf will join me:D I've yet to inform my bro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, gtg bye:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3253173560272959798?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3253173560272959798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3253173560272959798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3253173560272959798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3253173560272959798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-mini-party.html' title='Birthday mini party:}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4608653771643521440</id><published>2011-01-09T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:05:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010. Surprisingly good:}</title><content type='html'>In nov 2008, I met my heartbreak. I had my heartaches throughout Christmas 08, valentine's day 09, cny 09 and my birthday. Then I started massive meetups with random online people and tried my luck with this rotten guy, didn't work out. Joined NDP dance group on March 09, met my ex there and only lasted 2 months which was after ndp. patched  during attachment then broke up after one day patched up.. Had difficult times during attachment and nov 09 met Love during first day of orientation at work. Got his email on my last day at the ward (seen him for just 2 days and barely talks to him.) Webcam with him after 8 days worth of waiting to go online. Went for a couple of dates. Supposed to be together but opted for one month later. Compounded all the photos that had being collected after one month of confirmation:} Hung out with him along with Jamaine and bf:D Went for NYE celebrations with his friends:} &lt;div&gt;Went to zoo during valentine's day and his mom surprised me with  BOUQUET which she made for me and my love presented to me:} Went for reunion's dinner with his family and relatives:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made muffins for his mom during mother's day:} Had couple of dinners at his grammy's house:} Went to underwater world during June:} Went to flyers during August:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for his cousie's wedding during September:} Christmas eve went for a short getway for our 1 year anniversary:} Touch fish with his friends on 30th December:} NYE with my friends:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, 2010 is wonderful to me:} Although some friends are gone, I still have a few close friends around me, family and him:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month, I keep falling sick. I was having high fever in the middle of the night and there was my sweet bf took care of me. He couldn't a towel and he used tissue to substitute it and wet it with water. I felt so safe and touched as he stayed by my side and made sure I'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried as none of my exes have had done anything like this for me. Not when I need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the one who know me the best if my family and friends are not around.. He is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rarely have the chance to spend a day together due to erratic schedule, but when we do have, we really appreciate each others companies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully 2011 will be as good as last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jan 16 cpr omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY coming and so is graduation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4608653771643521440?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4608653771643521440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4608653771643521440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4608653771643521440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4608653771643521440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-surprisingly-good.html' title='2010. Surprisingly good:}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5148246765348138241</id><published>2011-01-08T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:00:37.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby baby baby ohh'/><title type='text'>New blogskin:D</title><content type='html'>Well I don't really like it.. But I'll just leave it like this. Kinda lazy to find more for now.&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna bake cookies hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recipe by my fav chef Nigella:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna get change and get my ingredients!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs of my day: Baby by Justin Bieber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. right. Old song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5148246765348138241?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5148246765348138241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5148246765348138241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5148246765348138241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5148246765348138241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blogskind.html' title='New blogskin:D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5285062705906171486</id><published>2010-12-30T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:51:13.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you be my star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i`ll be your sky.  You can hide underneath me  and come out at night.'/><title type='text'>Star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wish I have motivation to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nowadays, I'm moody and irritable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wonder why am I like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I reprimanded my bf more than last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I had shown tantrum more often and it upsets him:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;But sometimes I have my reasons and I do want him to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Another is my attitude, I want it my way and I got angry just becoz of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm changing, trying. I assured him yesterday and I didn't want to flare anger on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;He understands and comforted me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm blessed to have him.. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Its really been quite good for the past 1 year with him. I really grateful to have him in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;But life is always not perfect, no matter how you tried to conceal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I won't say I'm leading a perfect life, but rather happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I won't complain for year 2011, I'll learn to be an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Deal with problems, solve the problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Be independent, be optimistic and be happy to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'll help him to deal with his life too. Its hard for him recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Music is his life, I really hope that his music be out to world wide and everyone will love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5285062705906171486?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5285062705906171486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5285062705906171486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5285062705906171486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5285062705906171486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/star.html' title='Star.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2066785064525580837</id><published>2010-12-21T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:57:05.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Questions?:D &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Jascsh" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Jascsh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2066785064525580837?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2066785064525580837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2066785064525580837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2066785064525580837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2066785064525580837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4150354352778644657</id><published>2010-11-20T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:19:02.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only girl in the world.</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile ever since I've posted anything in this blog. Think I'm really addicted to fb and tumblr recently.&lt;div&gt;Attachment is ending soon yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my case study is yet to be done. Hopefully I can finish up by Monday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling much better now, my voice is coming back!:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like changing my blogskin again. BUt, kinda lazy to edit photos to put as my banner. argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, soon I'll have time for all these and and, most importantly, change my hairstyle, colour and also shopping! Oh, I want to go on a vacation before I go for parttime job. Hmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4150354352778644657?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4150354352778644657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4150354352778644657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4150354352778644657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4150354352778644657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-girl-in-world.html' title='Only girl in the world.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2938776487589279379</id><published>2010-10-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:56:50.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nearly stuck on fb and have nowhere to go.</title><content type='html'>Today went out with Jam &amp;amp; Shirley:}&lt;div&gt;We were supposedly going for swimming but last minute cancelled due to bad weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to bugis junction to have early/dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at HongKong's cafe. The food portion was huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo shall be posted if I'm not tired:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to get my mom's present and bought some stuff for myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to bugis street straight after and Shirley bought herself a bowler's hat and Jam bought herself a cute kimono-like dress:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After bumping and squeezing, we decided to go Iluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought frozen yogurt and we ate together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole journey was tiring for me:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt as if I'm always hypo. It was ever since the attachment have started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what is wrong with me and am I always low in blood sugar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be another torturing day. Wish me luck:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2938776487589279379?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2938776487589279379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2938776487589279379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2938776487589279379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2938776487589279379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-nearly-stuck-on-fb-and-have-nowhere.html' title='I&apos;m nearly stuck on fb and have nowhere to go.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2556694829163629945</id><published>2010-09-26T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:17:06.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish I&apos;m still 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but I love Joseph more than other exes I had.'/><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>I read my old blog a few secs ago. Well, I googled it coz I forgot the pw and user name for it.&lt;div&gt;This was what I posted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Yeah&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so happy&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :) Finally i can you computer today&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); "&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;Do you noe why i can today use computer? Because i'm using my brother's computer&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); "&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;But doesn't mean i can use computer everyday&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); "&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;So sad right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); "&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;But anyway, i wish you all have a nice day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); "&gt;and also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;WHICHEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); "&gt;SUBJECTS WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;FLYING COLOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;!!!! Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I realised I was innocent and naive.  Now, I'm not innocent but still naive I guess?&lt;div&gt;Time sure flies. I beginning to feel strange about changing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new beginning from next year, then another year and 2 years later or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2556694829163629945?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2556694829163629945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2556694829163629945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2556694829163629945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2556694829163629945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1051512875888769632</id><published>2010-09-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:33:10.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you see a litter on floor...'/><title type='text'>Hello people:)</title><content type='html'>Please vote for him:D&lt;div&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/NEA-Eco-Music-Challenge-2010-Amirrudin-Ong/153277184694391&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the most sincerest guy that have delivered a beautiful song to Singapore:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys will liked his profile and listen to his music. Its soothing and catchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="so_ie_doesnt_treat_this_as_inline" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://lutzmarbles.tumblr.com/post/1156231758/hello-people" title="Permalink" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1051512875888769632?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1051512875888769632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1051512875888769632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1051512875888769632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1051512875888769632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-people.html' title='Hello people:)'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-791261213513156266</id><published>2010-09-16T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:43:18.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A year without rain.'/><title type='text'>:}</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a blast and today was a blessing:)&lt;div&gt;I watched Vampire Suck with my love yesterday:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the part when Becca said Edward looked like constipated and the other scene when Edward showed his wrinkled butt. ahah Its totally a lame movie but its funny. I give it 3/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Twilight saga, so its kinda weird to watch this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed the loudest-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today watched The art of the devil 2. Gore. Irritated by the goring scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had masks on while watching. The Face shop's masks are the best:) I love my seaweed mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love had carrot mask on. I chose for him coz he has wrinkles around his eyes area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a big feast at night and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday its the big day:) I'm going wedding dinner:) Private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall stop here, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I have new blog. When I'm bored, I'll blog there. ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://lutzmarbles.tumblr.com&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-791261213513156266?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/791261213513156266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=791261213513156266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/791261213513156266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/791261213513156266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4634631411059116815</id><published>2010-08-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:36:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet &amp; step up 3D!</title><content type='html'>Showing the pictures that I like currently:)&lt;div&gt;21st August 2010 Shirley's Birthday:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=40580_1344548424330_1549831655_30799597_6925607_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/40580_1344548424330_1549831655_30799597_6925607_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=40448_1344552544433_1549831655_30799632_1380375_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/40448_1344552544433_1549831655_30799632_1380375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=40540_1344552304427_1549831655_30799630_1018816_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/40540_1344552304427_1549831655_30799630_1018816_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Buffet from Yantra was good:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore the curry that they provide and the rice was very fragrant and texture was excellent:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the dessert especially the milk with blueberry and the dessert with coconut. Delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should check out this restaurant: http://www.yantra.com.sg/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinning, we went for movie, Step Up 3D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Moose, Santiago twins, Chad Smith the robot guy, Anala, Luke, Natalie (for sexiness), in the movie:D Well, in real life too:D ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie worth watching! 10/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, one makeup I did. It was an attempt to do Mischievous vampire look:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2010_0821AA.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/2010_0821AA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need more brushes... Effect of the eye makeup doesn't show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gtg now, Bye &amp;amp; goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4634631411059116815?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4634631411059116815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4634631411059116815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4634631411059116815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4634631411059116815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffet-step-up-3d.html' title='Buffet &amp; step up 3D!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7016190650869952025</id><published>2010-08-15T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:52:44.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Didn't blog for too long~ Went blank when thinking about what to blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I've been having a good rest since Friday:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Yesterday went to do medicure at pinc with Jamaine:D Orange with black and white French tip:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Nothing much yesterday, a relaxing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I'm editing bh project for tmr. Gonna continue with my psy project soon after this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Anyone wanna ask me questions on formspring.me? Please do ask:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Anything:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7016190650869952025?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7016190650869952025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7016190650869952025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7016190650869952025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7016190650869952025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2270333562399368173</id><published>2010-07-11T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:10:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexia Nervosa with elements of Bulimia.</title><content type='html'>" Hunger makes me strong to fight the ones who'd make me big.&lt;div&gt;Controlling food is all I own. Give way? I'm just a pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't love me, why do you lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasting, feeling, means I've failed. I really want to die. " - From page 11 Anorexia and Bulimia in the family by Grainne Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I was so frightened when I read this page. There were long dialogue but I just copied this much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm terrified, what if I told you that I'm experiencing this disorder right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick. This is just what I'm wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit I have some eating pattern problems, but I'm not bulimic or anorexic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my friends that I don't want to be underweight, but, not sure why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel good only if I lose some weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad if I gained one or two kilogram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't dig out the food that I've eaten but I do binge on food when I'm stressed or upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also control myself from bingeing on food by doing things that will make me happy or I enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life isn't perfect. Recently family cared a lot about me. I still have yet enjoy having a good dinner with my family including with my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship? I have friends that cared about me and friends who knows me well and understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relationship with my love has grown stronger each and everyday. Half a year has passed. Time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, schooling wise, I feel useless and slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to stay positive and optimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the reason why I  blog right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book really help me to understand more about anorexia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There a few more books about bulimia and anorexia that I've borrowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I can do a good project:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2270333562399368173?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2270333562399368173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2270333562399368173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2270333562399368173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2270333562399368173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/07/anorexia-nervosa-with-elements-of.html' title='Anorexia Nervosa with elements of Bulimia.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4742898467394032164</id><published>2010-07-11T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:04:58.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading my books and chilled out in the Sunday evening.'/><title type='text'>Test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h5 id="Understanding" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h5 id="Understanding" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Understanding&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You are willing to take the time to find out what's going on with other people, especially if they're in distress. You're a good listener, you don't criticize, and you offer unbiased, respectful, honest advice when it's requested. With a high score on the "understanding" trait, it is likely that you are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't feel the need to impose your standards on others or say things that, even though true, cause pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Scrupulous" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Scrupulous&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You are an honest, fair person. You don't lie or cheat to get ahead. You treat others with respect and hope for the same in return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You do not feel that you are above the rules that everyone else follows; you are definitely not willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Upbeat" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Upbeat&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You enjoy being around others and others enjoy being around you. You have a "live and let live" attitude; because you know that no one's perfect, you are forgiving and happy to give the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't feel the need to be controversial or express contrary opinions all the time. You see no reason to go around rubbing people the wrong way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Empathetic" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Empathetic&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You are in touch with your own feelings, which helps put you in touch with the feelings of others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't buy the logic that your happiness comes ahead of everyone else's because unless you're happy you're incapable of making anyone else happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Aesthetic" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Aesthetic&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You appreciate art, beauty, and design; you know that they are not superficial but absolutely crucial to living the good life. You have good taste, and you're proud of it. Those with a high score on the "aesthetic" trait are often employed in literary or artistic professions, enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about the arts, reading, and travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't think it's pretentious to be moved by art and beauty. You're not one of those who believe it doesn't matter what something looks like as long as it does its job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Warm" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Warm&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You have a genuine interest in other people. You're a natural host, and are always thinking about how you can increase the happiness of those around you. When friends have problems or are in trouble, you're usually the first person they turn to for aid and comfort. Scoring high on the "warm" trait suggests that you are among those who enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't always say exactly what you're thinking; you don't like the idea of causing anyone pain because of your criticism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Responsible" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Responsible&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You fulfill your obligations and responsibilities, are true to your word, and generally obey the rules. While the majority of those who have a high score on the "responsible" trait enjoy traveling, they are usually very happy to return home — and don’t mind staying put for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You're opposed to making hasty decisions, you don't insist that you're above the rules, nor do you feel compelled to color outside the lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Passionate" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Passionate&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You are in touch with your emotions, and sometimes you react before you think. The good news: you don't tamp down your feelings. The bad news: you sometimes say or do things that you later wish you could take back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You do not live your life on an even keel; you do not go for long periods without experiencing some mood swings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Sympathetic" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Sympathetic&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You have a knack for knowing what's going on in the hearts and minds of those around you, without their having to tell you explicitly. People tend to turn to you with their problems because they know you care, and that you will likely offer good advice and a helping hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You do not feel that people with sad stories are just looking for attention, or have brought their problems upon themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 id="Tender" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Tender&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You are gentle with others, both physically and emotionally. You are careful not to upset people and go out of your way to find the nicest way to say something. You naturally focus on the fact that the world is full of wonderful people, places, and things. More often than not, people with a high score on the "tender" trait enjoy spending time with children, love romantic movies, and are enthusiastic about making the world a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You don't think of yourself as tough-minded or gruff, nor do you need to be seen as some kind of objective source of truth and rationality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I done this test on http://psychcentral.com/personality-patterns/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;If you're interested, you should give it a try. I think its quite true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4742898467394032164?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4742898467394032164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4742898467394032164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4742898467394032164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4742898467394032164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/07/test.html' title='Test.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3876136951756976764</id><published>2010-06-30T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:22:29.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On 25th of June 2010, I went out for a small picnic with Shirley &amp;amp; Bing at teletabis hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, you all must known this name of this hill? Coz its during our secondary school time we called it teletabis hills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great silent time together except Bing was seriously drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were worried for her and luckily she's alright;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to vista park awhile after dinner. Played swing with Shirley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny coz I felt nausea after Bing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed those times we spent together. It felt good after all these cold wars we had in the past, we still would want a meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the banner that they made for my belated birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohya, I also wanna thank Jamaine &amp;amp; Cheryl to celebrate my belated birthday at Clinic Bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupz, I didn't post this one coz I'm lazy. ahaha Photos are on my fb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are photos at teletabis hills. Some are on bing's mobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0623_250610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0623_250610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0622_250610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0622_250610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0619_250610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0619_250610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0618_250610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0618_250610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0617_250610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0617_250610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday 29th of June 2010, I went to the underwater world with my love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26715_407887857402_606207402_435461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/26715_407887857402_606207402_435461.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36093_407888227402_606207402_435462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/36093_407888227402_606207402_435462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was shot when we were on the tram. Yupz, I was having sweet tooth:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34510_407888777402_606207402_435464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/34510_407888777402_606207402_435464.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was shot when we were about to enter the 'voyage to the bottom of the sea'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photographer was very friendly and thoughtful, and the caucasians were very kind to help us:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36479_407888992402_606207402_435465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/36479_407888992402_606207402_435465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fish/shark is very gentle and cute:} I touched it so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome but at the same time rather boring as nothing much there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love and I realised not much sharks. Probably many have died? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took around 30 mins to 45mins to finish patrolling the whole place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the stingray of all the fishes:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fed them (3 small pieces of fish &amp;amp; 2 small pieces of cuttlefish cost $3) and clamped the food in between your fingers so that it'll be able to see and suck it away. The old ones will allow you to touch a little while, while the younger ones will appeared very happy after you've fed &amp;amp; let you touch many many times! ahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a lot of kids trying to touch them so badly, and the stingrays just splashed them water. ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36442_407890212402_606207402_435469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/36442_407890212402_606207402_435469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't take pictures coz our hands were wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34149_407890802402_606207402_435471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/34149_407890802402_606207402_435471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shot was also taken by the caucasians. So nice:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bf also helped them:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the blue bus to Imbiah lookout afterwards. We wasted out time there as nothing much to see. We wanted to see butterflies but I forgot why we didn't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment I felt giddy after looking at so many fishes. Probably because of the moving travelator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=33421_407892437402_606207402_435480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/33421_407892437402_606207402_435480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was shot by my bf. I love it very much coz of the scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 5.20pm, we took bus back to Khatib. At 7pm, we finally reached and we felt so drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordered KFC and had a great meal:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meal, I watched him played "devils may cry" and also watched channel 8 9pm drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 10.30pm, I headed home coz he's on morning shift the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupz, thats about yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; PS: Some photos are big coz of the problem of photobucket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3876136951756976764?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3876136951756976764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3876136951756976764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3876136951756976764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3876136951756976764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-day.html' title='Long day.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8252151866569346223</id><published>2010-06-27T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:03:49.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in love with custard caramel pudding.'/><title type='text'>Hello peeps!</title><content type='html'>Been a long while since I've last posted. Again.&lt;div&gt;I feel lazy to post as I don't know what to post about. I always post photos on fb, so I assume people will just look at my pics rather than reading my blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm going to post a long ones soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a bad cramp right now that is why I want to keep it short for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8252151866569346223?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8252151866569346223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8252151866569346223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8252151866569346223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8252151866569346223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-peeps.html' title='Hello peeps!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6865076529530809501</id><published>2010-06-13T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:04:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello:) Yesterday was the beginning of my holiday. I'll post about yesterday and next week soon!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6865076529530809501?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6865076529530809501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6865076529530809501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6865076529530809501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6865076529530809501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5405551888176045738</id><published>2010-04-20T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:38:20.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely.'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday:D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday:D&lt;div&gt;It was the best ever~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just post a super short entry coz I'm tired, therefore I'll cut short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My primary school friends bought me an unique present:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0301_190410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0301_190410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That long frame is super cutc:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bought an unique cake, its delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26772_448236074936_779294936_556747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/26772_448236074936_779294936_556747.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26772_448236074936_779294936_556747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate sake sushi with me:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26772_448237984936_779294936_556753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/26772_448237984936_779294936_556753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/558/558167tuj26n9jvj.gif" width="47" height="40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday 18th April 2010, My love celebrated advanced birthday with me:D&lt;div&gt;We had lunch at Marina Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we went to Kenko for Fish spa:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0298_180410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0298_180410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0287_180410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0287_180410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P0297_180410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P0297_180410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In This picture I looked like a guy-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my love has gained weight on his face ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we headed home to rest, he brought me to john little to search for my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so sweet to say that I always wanted a new bag, so he decided to buy me one:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him I'm not sure which one to choose, so he'll choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked one big round &amp;amp; found this fella, red hangbag:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it too the max! Thank you my love:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, thats all, I'm looking forward to my sat belated birthday celebration with my Secondary school friends:D Wonder will my friends be going to clinic bar as I wished for two years back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5405551888176045738?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5405551888176045738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5405551888176045738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5405551888176045738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5405551888176045738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/20th-birthdayd.html' title='20th Birthday:D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5796893181326185570</id><published>2010-04-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:25:11.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired-Burning out.</title><content type='html'>I feel tired as soon as the attachment had started.&lt;div&gt;Not a single day I'll feel less pressurised nor less exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heels are aching &amp;amp; mind is shutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is as though I'm burning out. No more flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like nursing. Nursing is tough. I can't give up now, but I feel stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skills are killing me, &amp;amp; thinking of passing out next year, just driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't focus, I can't breathe. I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to born smart, I wouldn't have suffered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I fit to be a good nurse? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5796893181326185570?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5796893181326185570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5796893181326185570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5796893181326185570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5796893181326185570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired-burning-out.html' title='Tired-Burning out.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3184400860607649689</id><published>2010-04-09T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:51:46.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='其实你悄悄变成 我的最爱'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='因为爱 所以我存在'/><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>This morning I had real bad experience. Woke up by this incredible unbearable burning sensation in my stomach &amp;amp; my stomach bloated. This was when I feel as though I'm trying to crawl out from the hell. I thought I'd have recover for few sec or so, but as I changed to fresh clothing to prepare to visit Doc with parents, I found myself squatting under the bathroom basin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom said that my face turned white &amp;amp; I kept crying out pain. I could feel that my limbs are numb and filled with cold sweats. It lasted a few minutes when the ambulance arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat is also Killing me. Polyclinic doc told me that I have throat infection. He didn't tell me why is it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had these two small cup of whitish meds for stomach discomfort and it tasted awful as it'll hurt my throat when I tried to swallow and have minty sweet taste. Eeek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had ECG done after some time and came out okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor then told me it was due to erythromycin that caused a reflex to my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited &amp;amp; waited. They asked me to do urine test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then waited &amp;amp; waited, finally doc arrived. He told me that I have gastritis. He had changed my meds. I don't remember doc have told me about I'm having tonsillitis because I'm keep thinking of going home. How irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SN gave me letter for check up &amp;amp; prescription &amp;amp; payment slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked alone to find my bro. Waited for my meds with bro &amp;amp; bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my bf went up &amp;amp; my bro &amp;amp; I went for lunch. That was when I opened my letter &amp;amp; realised that I have tonsillitis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so unlucky... My throat hurts big time. For the past 5 days I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel sad when seeing my parents, my bro &amp;amp; bf to worry for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really breaks my heart when seeing them going to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't eat my fav kimchi, or maybe forever due to my poor stomach/intestine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more sambal balacan, no more chicken rice chili, no more tomyum &amp;amp; no more asam ikan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning no more sour spicy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to resist????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to thank my bro to accompany me throughout the day. I really love my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to thank my love to see me &amp;amp; took care of me for the past few days when I'm sick:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you dear:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3184400860607649689?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3184400860607649689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3184400860607649689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3184400860607649689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3184400860607649689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5104016229144477190</id><published>2010-04-04T04:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T04:51:52.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eenie meenie miney mo lova~'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Today went for steamboat at Novena with my love &amp;amp; his mom:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The tomyum soup was delicious :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Didn't take photo coz I'm too shy~ ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My Birthday is approaching this month:D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'm really excited about it this year.  -_- Well, not so excited about age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Wonder how will I celebrate it with friends, my love &amp;amp; his family( coincidentally that his mom, grandma &amp;amp; my birthday falls on April:D My dad too but not celebrating I guess.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Attachment is on next 2 weeks time. Argh, I wonder can I do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Gonna start revising, buy socks, ear sticks &amp;amp; fix my secondhand watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Gtg, goodnight:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5104016229144477190?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5104016229144477190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5104016229144477190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5104016229144477190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5104016229144477190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7375232009770994652</id><published>2010-04-01T04:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:42:00.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m scared.'/><title type='text'>Stupid.</title><content type='html'>I've checked my exam results for more than 5 times now, but it just haven't release yet!!&lt;div&gt;Why is it taking so long..... I want to know my GPA. Argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I supposed to sleep now, very sleepy now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr I'm gonna dye my hair black. Won't be using henna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend told me it'd damage my hair &amp;amp; cause hair loss due to the metallic salt presence in henna that will react to the chemical substance on coloured hair or if you dye over the henna. It will grow some greenish thing on your hair or scalp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its also permanent. The safest is red henna which is for hand art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather don't use henna. My goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even think that I'd dare to dye my hair again. Further damage my hair. This is second time that I dyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, gtg sleep. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7375232009770994652?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7375232009770994652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7375232009770994652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7375232009770994652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7375232009770994652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/stupid.html' title='Stupid.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8648658929769052599</id><published>2010-03-30T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:20:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day!</title><content type='html'>I've just changed my blogskin:] I kinda like it:}&lt;div&gt;This morning, I went to TTSH with my parents to get ahma's meds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard from mom that ahma don't have to take anymore meds. All along she's been taking bone strengthen meds. Doctor said only when ahma not feeling well, he will then set appointment for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that window-shopped at OG. Saw lotsa hangbags, feel like buying. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate guilingao after before going to uncle's house to visit ahma:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 3plus, dad drove me to dear's house coz he's on night shift, wanna spend me time with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinking about attachment &amp;amp; my GPA. Worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much today, shall stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8648658929769052599?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8648658929769052599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8648658929769052599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8648658929769052599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8648658929769052599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-day.html' title='Great day!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4538854037048783765</id><published>2010-03-21T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:30:48.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll whisper sweet notes to you.'/><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Holiday been great:] I'm able to rest &amp;amp; the same time play hard:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, I supposed to sleep by 12 plus or 1am, but, was too excited. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Been controlling my spending but... yesterday I just spend on evil indulgence - Wedges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Plus I spend on my dear's present for anniversary. Yes, its my first present for him:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 months plus already &amp;amp; I've never gave him anything. ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm waiting for my 1 year ring from him:D Today he said"Of course I'll remember." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I questioned "Okay, I'll buy or you'll buy?" "we'll buy together" he answered with a smile:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 days more to 3rd month:D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tmr( which is today) will be meeting up with my ndp dancers:D Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm turning in now, goodnight:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4538854037048783765?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4538854037048783765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4538854037048783765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4538854037048783765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4538854037048783765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo.html' title='Yo!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6810038719616878331</id><published>2010-03-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:59:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I'm not confident enough. I want to work at kkh, but with this kind of results, will I ever make it?&lt;div&gt;I really study hard this year, but why do I still feel so useless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My coming exam will be on next week. Finally no more projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why did I create this blog. Most of the things that are happening now, I can't even post it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might as well just let it rot here. Since some memories are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe once in awhile I'll post something here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6810038719616878331?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6810038719616878331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6810038719616878331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6810038719616878331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6810038719616878331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8229957178324192185</id><published>2010-02-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:57:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.C.K.Y</title><content type='html'>I'm so addicted to this song "Licky by Shontelle"(undercover):D&lt;div&gt;Alright, not been blogging for a Long~ while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is difficult, coz I'm growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turning 20, can't believe it. Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam always keep coming... Cny still got to revise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th Feb 2010 is my PCA class test. Okay, class test is important coz it'll help to add more points to my gpa:D Plus grand exam/final exam is on the way too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My projects still haven't finish yet. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bio project haven't even started yet. Luckily I'm not the leader, if not I'll just die man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, 6th Feb, Jo and I watched "My Ex" that recommended from Jamaine:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary: 2.5/10 Sad:5/10 nice overall:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't scream but kept telling him its disgusting and scary. ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also thought so. aahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm still revising, will update soon! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8229957178324192185?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8229957178324192185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8229957178324192185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8229957178324192185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8229957178324192185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/licky.html' title='L.I.C.K.Y'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5030986147069666882</id><published>2010-01-09T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:02:09.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, school is good but lotsa new topics to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday reach home late thanks to my this term schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Phase test on monday, that suck.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;If only I own my own internet and a lappie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5030986147069666882?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5030986147069666882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5030986147069666882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5030986147069666882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5030986147069666882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7377137715105465829</id><published>2009-12-13T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:57:35.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m so blessed.'/><title type='text'>AhLou (parrot's tone)=Hello</title><content type='html'>Today went to watch "Twilight: The new moon" movie with him at The grand Cathay:}&lt;div&gt;I was so engrossed of the movie that I didn't really talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, talked about that, I was so pissed by my front rows bimbos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were laughing at unnecessary parts of the movie. Well, they thought it was CHEEZY and CLICHÉ I believe-_- For example; one of the scene that Bella jumped down from the cliff and nearly drown, whereby she saw Edward again. They laughed at Edward sudden appearance. Another scene was that the vampire saw Edward's sis vision, whereby Edward and Belle running happily. Well, I thought of Bollywood, but, I didn't think its funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a romance novels junkies, so, I don't think its funny. Which makes me feel like I'm a weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got even more pissed off when I was in the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those bimbos came in giggling and talked so loudly. The way they speak, the way their gesture are, I dislike it. Well, I'm not a witch, if not, I'll cast a spell to make them fly to another toilet man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we walked around the mall and decided to slowly walk to mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought drinks at seven eleven first and walked outside plaza singapura and snapped photos:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to walk toward orchard and snapped some photos of reindeers too:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll create a album on fb soon:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, got to sleep, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7377137715105465829?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7377137715105465829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7377137715105465829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7377137715105465829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7377137715105465829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahlou-parrots-tonehello.html' title='AhLou (parrot&apos;s tone)=Hello'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4416033020232710101</id><published>2009-11-29T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:45:54.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel so blessed all of the sudden.'/><title type='text'>HELLO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lot of things happened lastly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll not talk about it coz I'm not ready.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm happy now, but am very stressed up at the same time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel as though I'm drowning, everything happened too fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't breathe and can't keep up the pace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not tired, coz I know I can keep up very soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just waiting for the time to be ripe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4416033020232710101?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4416033020232710101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4416033020232710101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4416033020232710101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4416033020232710101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='HELLO~'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7508966163257082640</id><published>2009-10-17T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:53:20.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m climbing up from a great fall.'/><title type='text'>Already gone.</title><content type='html'>Well, one week has passed, my skills are still awaiting me to complete. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;I dislike afternoon shift man, not much skills to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have 9 skills from first and second column done, but still, aren't enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahah, maybe I'm just greedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week schedule not so good. Three days afternoon shift and 2 days morning shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna aim more skills for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month four days of break up has passed. I'm still as sentimental as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope one year will arrive faster, so that I won't suffer. Well, as in will get to meet someone way better than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope next year exam will score super good, I wanna aim for poly. Is this possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying hard to be stronger each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to stay optimistic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying hard to stay cheerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, whenever I'm alone in the train, I'm still thinking of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the Saturday morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lying on a bed, thinking about the past memories I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated it so much that I feel disgusted of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody's perfect and everyone has flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I just can't stop reminding myself as foolish and stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying hard to forget and move on, I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't say I didn't coz I really did try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7508966163257082640?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7508966163257082640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7508966163257082640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7508966163257082640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7508966163257082640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/already-gone.html' title='Already gone.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5605356131001197911</id><published>2009-10-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:36:16.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You won&apos;t hear my voice again.'/><title type='text'>Great day &amp; Bad day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went for swimming with Mingmin &amp;amp; Jamaine at Mingmin's aunt condominium.&lt;div&gt;Before Jamaine joined us, I met Mingmin at woodlands MRT station. Well, as usual, I was late, therefore she got to wait for me at the platform.(oops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then trained to admiralty and took a cab to the condo. We went up to her aunt's unit and Mingmin gave her a call. Her little cousin answered and allowed us in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was very cute and bright, who doesn't like to speak Chinese. Whoa, Mingmin's aunt was very strict to her daughter. If only I was forced to study and have lotsa tuition. Now, I'm left alone to cope with my studies. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 1.30pm, we bid goodbye to her aunt, cousin and grandma and we went down for swimming! While swimming, we kept thinking when will Jamaine arrived. We kept going up to check our phones. 2plus, Jamaine called us, like several time. We wore our clothes and took cab to fetch her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally Jamaine arrived the pool and we hurried to get dressed for swimming! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mingmin taught Jamaine how to swim frog style, she finally going to master it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, as usual, hard. I got to improve it:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 5plus we left the condo, took bus to admiralty interchange. We've decided to go yishun to have dinner. We ate dinner at the western stall and not forget to mention, the food there were marvellous:D Beside our table, there were around 5 kids that age between 12 to 14, they were using vulgarity loudly. As if the place is own by them. Shameless. Then we got irritated, Jamaine decided to play a prank on them. First, Jamaine pretended to lend my phone and listened to music. Then she changed my ringtone and all. After that, she used her phone to call my phone. That's when she talked super loudly. Then I pretended asking who called. She told me someone called to say someone borrowed money and never return. Her vulgar was solid man. ahaha. In no time, the kids went off. One or two of them looked nervous and shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumb right? These all are immature and ignorant. They like to act like "ah Bang" yet don't even applicable for it and not even strong enough. Why want to waste their time and ruin their future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they'll change as they're growing up. Seriously, its hard to get what they can get now. No education, no much income. Its hard. I'm also struggling to get good grades and go to poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: To ezlee if he ever see this: I won't answer your calls nor msgs. You chose to ignore and chose to lose me. Its your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5605356131001197911?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5605356131001197911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5605356131001197911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5605356131001197911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5605356131001197911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-day-bad-day.html' title='Great day &amp; Bad day.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8048997263973315724</id><published>2009-10-01T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:02:15.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyo!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I've not been blogging for quite some time now:D Haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;On 26th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, met up my bestie, Ashry to Marina Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was last minute meet up as he was feeling down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we seldom meet up, I decided to meet him up plus it was coincident that I was at home doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for a drink at starbucks &amp;amp; chit chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, we got two free frappuccino. But we didn't like it as its too sweet &amp;amp; milky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 10plus, my bro arrived. We went to Zara together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashry &amp;amp; I busy helping my bro to choose clothes &amp;amp; at the same time keep complaining about our personal problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the end my bro didn't buy any clothes. Instead, I advised him to save money &amp;amp; wait till I've gotten my pay:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;27th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I met Corrine at Choa Chu Kang mall:} Together with her mom, we took LRT to Bukit Panjang. Arrived Mayspring Condominium, we were excited. As the weather was pleasant, I was exciting about having swimming  in the big pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did watch our friends playing tennis and had some drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long, Corrine and I hurried to get changed for swimming! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, of course our friends kept looking down from the function room to watch us swimming and drowning. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon nor later, Victor &amp;amp; Gabriel joined us:D Lastly joined us was Mariah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam &amp;amp; laughed &amp;amp; splashed, it was super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332748692_749703692_2725769.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332748692_749703692_2725769.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332778692_749703692_2725773.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332778692_749703692_2725773.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332798692_749703692_2725776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332798692_749703692_2725776.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332823692_749703692_2725778.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332823692_749703692_2725778.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332828692_749703692_2725779.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332828692_749703692_2725779.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332838692_749703692_2725781.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332838692_749703692_2725781.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332848692_749703692_2725782.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332848692_749703692_2725782.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332853692_749703692_2725783.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332853692_749703692_2725783.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332868692_749703692_2725785.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332868692_749703692_2725785.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332883692_749703692_2725786.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332883692_749703692_2725786.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8232_141332963692_749703692_2725797.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/8232_141332963692_749703692_2725797.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Ashry &amp;amp; I have decided to watch Phobia 2 at Suntec City, which was a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first and third part were good, but comes to last ones, its kinda crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the ending with no scary goring scene but I don't get it when they said they're not dead but ended up being rammed by Marsha (a character). Their facial expressions were classic and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the directed wanted to have a funny ending and end this movie? Meaning no more phobia 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I've reached home, it was about 12.30am. Lesson learnt, next time won't watch movie at far places if want to watch night show.-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I dreamt of goring scenes and ghost. Wth, then those scenes from Phobia 2 were also kept on flashing back in my mind. Woke up 4 in the morning &amp;amp; am scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to call Melvin. Guess it was a wrong idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quarrelled over lame stuffs. I don't think he'd care anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listened to music and fell asleep soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;29th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Met up Mohan for a movie. We decided to go vivo city, alright, was my idea. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch/dinner at food republic. I swear I won't order the korean food there. Expensive &amp;amp; the kimchi is awful. You know why? The kimchi was too spicy &amp;amp; garlic taste too over powering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind spicy but I dislike the garlic taste. they should add sugar or some other season to tone down the garlic. I'm stupid even to order one small bowl of kimchi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, its exaggerating to buy one small bowl of kimchi, but because I'm a fan of kimchi. Therefore I bought extra:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, indeed I rushed to toilet to rinse my mouth and all. Stomach upset and this was bad:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around and decided to watch movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to watch The inglorious Basterds. Haha, I laughed quite alot of the scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mohan said I'm weird coz I laughed at most of scenes that nobody thought it was funny at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupz, for example; I laughed at the part when Brad Pitt carve swastika onto the forehead of the German's soldier. In fact, the soldier was screaming in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more part, the cinema filled with all laughter,  Joseph Goebbels having sexual intercourse with a lady. His facial expression and voice depicts a classic image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to eat Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream after movie, it was fun to take picture with Mohan:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm going to write about whoever I miss currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I miss whole lot of friends:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I miss my nine years friends. Jiamian, simin, binni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They always give me the power to hold on. They always support me through everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times we quarrel and cry, but still I won't forget the memories we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned to contact you all, so don't say I'm heartless and forget you all ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try to ask for meet ups whenever I can or whenever you all can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04965-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC04965-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC000461-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC000461-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I miss my current ex. No point missing him, but I miss his mom, sis &amp;amp; pet dog, bell bell. His mom &amp;amp; sis are great nice people. Just that the relationship with him didn't work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry and linger each day, but that doesn't mean I want this relationship to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know god will watch me over, pray for me day by day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for not committed to god. When I feel the time is right, I'll decide where should I stand. Whether should I be a half-free thinker or christian. I just know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ndp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/ndp1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I miss Shirley. I won't deny this. Our 4 years of friendship didn't work out and this really saddening. I'm sorry for not contacting you that made you think that I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe trust and honesty are important to me. I treated you as my bestie once and I'll never forget the cold wars and fun moments that we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you didn't say a word about my pathetic break up with him, I'm still glad that you said I'm your bestest bestfriend that you've ever had. I hope you'll do well for your next year private O lvl and hope we'll be close one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00728-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC00728-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth, I miss Jamaine &amp;amp; Mingmin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all really mean alot to me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We play, laugh, joke &amp;amp; hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful that you all will allow me to vent my anger when I'm having troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope we all can hang out soon:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=17640255&amp;amp;postID=8048997263973315724" action="view&amp;amp;&lt;/div"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7229_1225649849506_1476819418_62415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/7229_1225649849506_1476819418_62415.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9223_1104098293227_1549831655_30269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/9223_1104098293227_1549831655_30269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9223_1095719203755_1549831655_30250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/9223_1095719203755_1549831655_30250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth, I miss Candy! You seldom meet Corrine and I now. I know you're busy, but hope you find a free time to spent with us:( I can't join chingay now. I got to study hard for next year. As you know my GPA not good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6334_120277433692_749703692_2479094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/6334_120277433692_749703692_2479094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6334_120277933692_749703692_2479167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/6334_120277933692_749703692_2479167.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth, I miss Cheryl Tan GF too:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same name as my mom's chinese name:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my closest friend from other classes of nursing course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to hang out soon ya:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all I really want you all to know. Bye, will update more next time:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8048997263973315724?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8048997263973315724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8048997263973315724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8048997263973315724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8048997263973315724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyo.html' title='Heyo!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2138354402171761061</id><published>2009-09-21T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:24:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bestie!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mingmin! &lt;div&gt;Hahah, hope we'll hang out soon:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay pretty &amp;amp; happy:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've sent you exactly what I've written here. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, we'll celebrate your birthday next year then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2138354402171761061?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2138354402171761061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2138354402171761061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2138354402171761061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2138354402171761061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-bestie.html' title='Happy Birthday Bestie!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7285324446301720281</id><published>2009-09-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:30:22.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t need you to feel special.'/><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Today's been staying at home whole day. I'm going crazy man!&lt;div&gt;I've uploaded new photos on fb. I'm not gonna upload here coz I'm super lazy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for tmr and next friday. Tmr's Mingmin's birthday and next fri I'm going out with ite friends for jalan raya:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all for today. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I love Fallbrooke and DBSK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7285324446301720281?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7285324446301720281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7285324446301720281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7285324446301720281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7285324446301720281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-9021070533012536192</id><published>2009-09-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:51:55.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freezing cold.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It feels as though its winter now'/><title type='text'>Rainy day.</title><content type='html'>Evening 6pm, it was raining heavily at Tanah Merah mrt station.&lt;div&gt;I was with Jamaine and Ming min after staying in school for our CCA &amp;amp; CIP points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky was grey and the wind was freezing. The wind was blowing the raindrops harshly on my face. I was listening to "Two fingers" by David Banner. Thinking about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth was, whenever seeing any couples cuddle or stand closely to each other &amp;amp; staring at both eyes, my heart just aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about him &amp;amp; I back then. When we were in first few days being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those memories he gave, was it all fake and planned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving on painfully, this experience I had, is way harder than you can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise myself to be toughened in my next relationship. That would be 1 year time or 2 years time. I'll just break up with that guy if I sense something's not right. I don't want to be the last to know, I don't want to be cheated. I don't want to have relationship that ended at anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt, I'll make sure it won't repeat ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-9021070533012536192?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9021070533012536192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=9021070533012536192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9021070533012536192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9021070533012536192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1881847185507190902</id><published>2009-09-13T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:14:13.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losin it.'/><title type='text'>Everything turned sour all of a sudden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I lied to myself that this relationship will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I didn't I'd know this awful truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I didn't know we were not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I thought you were not heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Guess this were all my foolish thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I'll move on, don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;You will never see me crying and begging you ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Goodbye my sugar, Ez Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; P.S: I'll remember the first song that I have sung to you was "Spell" by Marie Digby and the first song you have sung to me was "Love Story" by Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1881847185507190902?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1881847185507190902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1881847185507190902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1881847185507190902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1881847185507190902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-turned-sour-all-of-sudden.html' title='Everything turned sour all of a sudden.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5495212461746193398</id><published>2009-09-12T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:07:45.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m waiting.'/><title type='text'>If ain't nobody's fault, whose then?</title><content type='html'>Having a relationship its never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is always overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through is confusion, disappointment, sadness and stressfulness.&lt;br /&gt;You always don't seem to see how hard I've tried to give in.&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to understand how I feel when you didn't message me.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't think of a way to celebrate our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't give me any present. That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I want your sincerity, guess you didn't take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't show our status on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't put our photos on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always initiated on messaging.&lt;br /&gt;You got drunk in your friend's house now.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't tell me that you'll be in your friend's house earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't reply or call.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends seem more important than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too sensitive, maybe I'm too emotional and maybe I'm too over-reacted.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait for tomorrow comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5495212461746193398?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5495212461746193398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5495212461746193398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5495212461746193398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5495212461746193398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-aint-nobodys-fault-whose-then.html' title='If ain&apos;t nobody&apos;s fault, whose then?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2781114383224457456</id><published>2009-08-30T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:16:03.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>:) Dirty Minds.</title><content type='html'>You should check out this video from my fav makeup artist:D&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogtv.com/shows/429962/b27xYeTGaeXDb2PHbH&amp;pos=ancr&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, dirrrrrrty mind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2781114383224457456?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2781114383224457456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2781114383224457456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2781114383224457456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2781114383224457456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-mind.html' title=':) Dirty Minds.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6463916963797293762</id><published>2009-08-28T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:28:59.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess so.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You don&apos;t know me well enough'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Well well well, another day has passed. Finally I've the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what can I start with?? Okay, today I'm super pissed. Just found out that my grades for cn wasn't good. &lt;br /&gt;It sucks alright, but what can I do? I have to mug from tmr onwards. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening today, except I had fun with Mingmin and Jamaine:D The ringtone was cute:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with school stuff, talk about my vaccination, wth, it was bad. I could feel super numb and tinge of pain on my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a right handler, I don't wanna have pain on my right arm. So, I've decided to have jab on my left arm instead:}&lt;br /&gt;Done with that, went to POSB bank to deposit money. While queueing, I saw one pretty butch with her gf. She sure look pretty on dress:} Too bad she dress manly-_-&lt;br /&gt;Kinda good looking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I took train alone. Was thinking should I apologise or not..... But I was tired and don't get it, thats why I replied back harshly. I don't know is it because of my pride or something that I don't think of apologising. Plus now I'm vexed about sugar and my bro. I'm worrying about my bro.&lt;br /&gt;I want his sincerity!!!! argh.&lt;br /&gt; Mon I'm going back to chr for teachers day.. ahahah. Imma getting my canvas:D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to play typing maniac now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6463916963797293762?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6463916963797293762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6463916963797293762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6463916963797293762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6463916963797293762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8252423767121435379</id><published>2009-08-15T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:52:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, 14th August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went to sugar's house:D His pet dog, bell bell, is super cute.&lt;div&gt;She even licked my lips and recognised already:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to AMK hub with his sis and friend. Super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happening, didn't celebrate 1st anniversary as he has to book in for night guard. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, gtg, I'm going out alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8252423767121435379?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8252423767121435379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8252423767121435379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8252423767121435379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8252423767121435379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-14th-august-2009-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4357320319631954512</id><published>2009-08-06T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:02:20.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feels emotional after hearing his voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in a deep frustrated tone.'/><title type='text'>Kinda upset.</title><content type='html'>Today, during first lesson, we did nothing much for PM lesson. Second lesson was CN, we have learnt administration of medications.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the lesson, I realised that we have super thick notes to revise. &lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, final exam is on September. I seriously not confident enough to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break, we went for PM lesson again, super boring, just did filling up our form and we still haven't start on our project! Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;We just have to buy some stuff and done. Video will need Monday to get it done. I really hope for survey wise, we can find a way to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we had 1 hour break. We did nothing much, just chit chatting and read some notes. &lt;br /&gt;Last lesson which was our behavioural science. Finally I've done my 4.4.3 questions!!!! But, I'm still way behind my friends:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After behavioural science lesson, I didn't go for NG tube practice. Well, I already knew that I have no mood to let teacher assess and I don't wanna fail.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having moodswings and pms I guess? Super sensitive too. I won't show tantrum but I'll be sad deep inside. Especially my last call from bf was not as sweet as yesterday's. I feel bad to let him feel pressurised. I think I've said something wrong while explaining to him.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I hope tonight when he call, we won't be as cold as a rock.&lt;br /&gt; Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4357320319631954512?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4357320319631954512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4357320319631954512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4357320319631954512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4357320319631954512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/kinda-upset.html' title='Kinda upset.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5129287468216350889</id><published>2009-08-04T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:55:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>I just saw one lizard in my kitchen when I was going to cook my rice.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it jumped within 2 seconds! As though it was flying. Funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm super pissed by my teacher. She failed my phase test just because of my NG tube measurement. &lt;br /&gt;Its okay, I'll buck up! OH, goodluck to all my nursing friends for tmr class test:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5129287468216350889?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5129287468216350889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5129287468216350889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5129287468216350889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5129287468216350889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-123934059472036968</id><published>2009-08-02T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:16:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was super pissed by my phase test, I hope my teachers will allow me to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, currently I'm learning how to cook kong bao Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I also wanna learn more of other recipes. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to post more. Maybe tmr. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-123934059472036968?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/123934059472036968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=123934059472036968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/123934059472036968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/123934059472036968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyo.html' title='Heyo'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6253583798646732582</id><published>2009-07-28T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:48:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, finally got to use my lappie.&lt;div&gt;Internet has resumed yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm super angry over ______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A liar and a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna indicate the name here, coz its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; for me to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my guy now, at least he knows me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for our first anniversary:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, phase test on this sat, wed have class test 1. Wish all my nursing friends luck:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6253583798646732582?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6253583798646732582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6253583798646732582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6253583798646732582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6253583798646732582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice!!!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2442241879080107267</id><published>2009-06-17T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:22:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet is down.. Not sure when I'll get to go online.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My internet has been down for weeks now&lt;/span&gt;, coz mummy haven't pay the bills yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, suddenly I'm incredibly upset to see that picture of ___ with her. Well, maybe its true that the first BG relationship is a great impact in life. You tend to remember the hurt and those memories. 5 months now, I'm still thinking back. I don't linger any feelings for him but I do misses him. Maybe Rayson was right, I'd probably need more than a month or a year to be totally over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I didn't rush things out. take things slowly is wise, but really testing my patience and greediness. Maybe its because I used to be too initiative and rushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall post a super duper long entry:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2442241879080107267?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2442241879080107267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2442241879080107267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2442241879080107267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2442241879080107267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-is-down-not-sure-when-ill-get.html' title='Internet is down.. Not sure when I&apos;ll get to go online.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5143104664951605723</id><published>2009-05-17T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:36:39.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey yo!</title><content type='html'>Alright, it has been a long long time since I've last blogged about something great. Well, to me so yea:} Hmm, recently things keep happening as in a fun ways.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On 13th May 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shirley and I went to Novena to have lunch at Auntie Kim's korean restaurant. We used to work part time there, so we know what kind of dishes we like the most:] So, as usual, I'll order my kimchi chigae while Shirley will order her stir fried rice cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god that I've requested it to be mild spicy coz their spiciness is like over powering, as in like the spiciness can pierce through your throat and you won't feel the thrill of it. It taste kinda bitter. I like it with spicy and sour. So, my soup is without additional spicy. Good:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, moving on, after a big feast, we waited for our bus. We waited for 169 for damn long as all three buses were full. We damn pissed off. In the end, we reached home about 11plus I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;15th may 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went to yishun cc with Leona to play badminton. I've not been playing badminton for a long period. It was thrilling and fun to play with Leona:} About 4plus, we challenged with two uncles. They were very pro at it. After that, we headed to yishun complex for swimming. Leona have tried to teach me frogstyle, but, my legs could make it whereas my arms couldn't. Sad life:( About 6plus we went to shower. 7plus, we boarded bus and went to north point to have out dinner. Again, I ate kimchi soup:D This time wasn't original but just normal asian taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;16th May 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was yesterday, I went to school about 9plus for my NDP dance practice. We headed Kranji camp about 12plus. Had our light lunch at 1plus. Had a long practice and the weather was killing us all. Hall was stuffy but most of us didn't care. About 3pm, we went to the auditorium to rest and for our briefing as well as costume fitting. I was shocked to hear from the tailor that my waist was 27cm. I was 28 or 29cm but now is 27cm. Goodness:D Well, I hope my weight is 50 or 49kg. ahahah I'm vain. This was taken when we were still having the briefings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05372.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05372.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05373.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprised, Rayson called to invite me along with his friends to watch sports motor cycle KTM. I was so thrilled. Actually I intended to go home straight after my dance practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His friend, Shah, came to fetch me at admiralty, in case you don't know, I was from Kalang to admiralty. Coz it'd be easy for him to fetch me there as he was also be fetching Rayson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like his family car, have cute toys. ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached yishun, Rayson came into the car, then off we went to fetch another friend of Shah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed to millennium walk, to pack our dinner. I had my subway meatball with 6 inch honeyoat with cookies.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, we arrived at singapore flyers about 7plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I couldn't upload the video as its too large plus I've edited it but not sure why it couldn't process. dumbass man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that, we went to coffee bean to chit chat. The amazing thing was that, Shah was also ex-qihuians. Nothing much actually. We left the place about 11plus or so. Shah drove all of us home. Bid goodbyes and went home.&lt;/div&gt;Alright, gtg, I'm gonna have short nap. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5143104664951605723?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5143104664951605723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5143104664951605723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5143104664951605723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5143104664951605723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-yo.html' title='Hey yo!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4582659194932855559</id><published>2009-05-13T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:22:40.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo</title><content type='html'>Woo, my blog is rotting... Hmmm... Not sure what to post man.&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, well I'm sleeping now. So contradicting, coz I told my friends that at 2plus I'm going to bed. But I dragged the time till now. Great job huh. Alright, I'm going to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4582659194932855559?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4582659194932855559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4582659194932855559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4582659194932855559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4582659194932855559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo.html' title='Woo'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2242064938727064180</id><published>2009-05-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:27:08.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image0011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/Image0011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently been going to school for dance. Next tuesday be going to school for audition again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today went to school with Jamaine, Mingmin and Leona. Supposedly hand up my logbook, donation card and polyclinic assignment, but, I've forgotten to bring them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Lim talked to us, then also talked about my grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stress coz 1.1 and 1.2 attachment will be together due to H1N1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get more than 2 for GPA. My nursing studies must buck up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I lost my wallet at bugis junction's topshop. Two hagged ladies stole it. One kept bumping onto me, another kept moving side to side. I was looking at shoes, didn't realize that they were aiming on my open bag. Was dumb enough to think that they were "kiasu" to look at shoes. I realized my wallet is lost at bugis street. Now I'm at lost coz inside my wallet there is my working access card. I'm calling my workplace tmr and will pay them 50 bucks I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I'll make sure they're be in jail if I see them again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even got scolded by my mom just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2242064938727064180?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2242064938727064180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2242064938727064180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2242064938727064180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2242064938727064180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-stress.html' title='I&apos;m stress.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1376878987073691181</id><published>2009-05-03T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:02:19.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On 30th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went out to watch "X-Men Origin: Wolverine" with Rayson.&lt;div&gt;I swear I'm in love with this movie, I don't mind watching it hundred over times. Giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the starting was about James Logan A.K.A Wolverine and his brother Victor Creed ( who later become Sabretooth ) ran away together as children in mid 1950's after Logan killed his biological father who murdered Logan's adoptive father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The complication started when Logan decided to leave the group and his brother. The hatred in his brother's eyes, trying to drive Logan to the limit as his brother murdered his girlfriend Kayla Sliverfox. Another was when Logan agreed to william Stryker for adamantium treatment, which was when he want to be called as Wolverine. Stryker orders Wolverine's mind to be erased but Wolverine got back to consciousness and escapes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part was when Wolverine was naked and ran into a house. The old lady and man were stunned and shocked. The old man even asked Wolverine this" Are you on drug?". Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like the ending, Wolverine was clueless about his past and Kayla was dead. I was puzzled coz I thought Kayla was Jane. After I've read some articles about X-men characters, Kayla happened to be in "badies" group and treat Wolverine coldly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave this movie a full marks 10/10:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a must watch for those X-men fans:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I'm not a X-men fan, just that I used to watch x-men cantoons series and anime on tv back in my childhood times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1376878987073691181?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1376878987073691181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1376878987073691181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1376878987073691181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1376878987073691181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6922639242720578184</id><published>2009-04-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:28:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>yesterday I went to watch 17 again with Shirley at Plaza Singapura.:D&lt;div&gt;Zac Efron Is a hot stuff:D:D I know I sounded desperate. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No photos but we had a fun day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning I went jogging with my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I gtg, studying later. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6922639242720578184?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6922639242720578184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6922639242720578184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6922639242720578184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6922639242720578184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6204005238237204802</id><published>2009-04-20T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:24:59.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all:D</title><content type='html'>On 19th April, my actual birthday,  I had a great time with Jiamian and Zuer. I'll be posting about it and  photos as soon as possible.&lt;div&gt;Oh, I can't wait to meet binni and simin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, thanks Shirley &amp;amp; Bing:D I'm really touch when I heard that your made a video just for me:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll meet up soon:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be continuing on this Wednesday or Saturday:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna just post photos. I'm too tired to post a long entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, talk about my birthday, I went to eat at Nikon Mura with Jiamian and Zuer:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy coz many of my friends have wished me birthday and belated birthday greetings:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all again:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures shall be posted on sat instead. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05144.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05150.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05148.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05147.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hairdo on birthday:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watermelon=zuer, iced lemon tea=jiamian, mango milkshake=me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05151.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05153copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05153copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was bored at home last sat 18th april.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05118.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6204005238237204802?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6204005238237204802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6204005238237204802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6204005238237204802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6204005238237204802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-alld.html' title='Hey all:D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7533279932919821793</id><published>2009-04-18T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:58:43.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First it was supposed to be a surprise for me, then I delayed as I wasn't able to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then now becoming a disappointment as I feel neglected and forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget it man, why bother celebrating my birthday when your don't even know how I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need any presents or money, I just want your to celebrate with me, is that so difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year was the best, from sec sch friends and pri sch friends. But why not now the same too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What really upset me was, the fact that he's gone and I'm still thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also can't forget ___ who used to be talking on the phone with me. I know I may seem flirt or whatsoever, but not because I can fall for anyone within a day, it takes time for me to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; now, all I left is agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel much better now:D Maybe I've think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7533279932919821793?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7533279932919821793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7533279932919821793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7533279932919821793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7533279932919821793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5036186924747938617</id><published>2009-04-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:31:33.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I detest the sight of you and you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today as usual, nothing much happened. Very tiring still. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, shall not further posting, not in a mood, writing reflection too. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5036186924747938617?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5036186924747938617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5036186924747938617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5036186924747938617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5036186924747938617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-detest-sight-of-you-and-you.html' title='I detest the sight of you and you!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5921163594515042159</id><published>2009-04-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:36:48.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Finally tmr I'm working at 1pm:D Then tiring man. I can rest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;today:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;But working in afternoon shift not very good either, I can feel that I'll need to spent more time with my patients and stuff nurses. I really afraid that my performance will be bad. As you know, I'm careless, forgetful and blur. I must overcome this fear. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm kinda upset coz Shirley, Mingmin &amp;amp; Jamaine are different shift from us. Shirley's different ward from us whereas Mingmin and Xingyee same ward as me. Sadly, Mingmin and I different shift:( Kinda happy coz when break time, if same shift as Mingmin and xinyee, we can eat together:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, here are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01521.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain was with us coz yesterday Ain, Shirley, Aysha and I were practicing and choreograph dance steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05079.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC05081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall stop here, bye:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5921163594515042159?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5921163594515042159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5921163594515042159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5921163594515042159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5921163594515042159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3705286976034427091</id><published>2009-04-11T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:24:23.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>Hello human,ive been tagged by acha to do this quiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name =&gt; Chua Seok Hwi (Jasmine-&gt; was given when I was 2 years old.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames =&gt; Jas, seok, seok seok, ah hui, ah girl, wu wu, mint.&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth place =&gt; KKH&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color =&gt; Brown black&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style =&gt; Long&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye Color =&gt; grayish black&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday =&gt; 19th April 1990&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite Country =&gt; Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color =&gt; Red, white, black, brown, turquoise and purple.&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit =&gt; Rome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love?&lt;div&gt;Once. Of all three ex, I loved my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit. Now... no more I guess. But I love Max &amp;amp; Xiah from DBSK!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and now still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, currently having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, this month haven't hug my girlfriends:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;Jiamian:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Cats:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends?&lt;br /&gt;Both:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy?&lt;br /&gt;Both:} I like oreo macflurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pencil or Pen?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Both?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;Both?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or phone?&lt;br /&gt;Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out?&lt;br /&gt;I've never sneaked out, coz I have my freedom:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. On tv, yes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;Nopeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahha, when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked?&lt;br /&gt;Like DUH?! No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet ?&lt;br /&gt;I did:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I want to live my life:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair?&lt;br /&gt;Light. As you know, at night I'm afraid of dark shadows and figures. I can't take ghost stories at night. I won't always scream if I watch ghost movies but I'll imagine things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller?&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes I wannabe taller and sometimes I wannabe shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger?&lt;br /&gt;Younger. Like obviously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing, I never was a quiet girl:} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad ?&lt;br /&gt;Depend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert?&lt;br /&gt;I want to:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheer leading team?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;Yes:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm rich:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made?&lt;br /&gt;My goodfriends:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My senior I think:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;My pri sch besties:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd?&lt;br /&gt;My goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;My goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Shirley and Bing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;Goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited?&lt;br /&gt;Youtube:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Fazlin:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Goodfriends:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Cute, funny, cheerful, positive and outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has done for you&lt;br /&gt;She and Jueqi bought me present on my birthday:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up easily, you can do it:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm, she's a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this happen:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the thing you want to tell him/her now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and jueqi y''ll:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your overall impression of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Good:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you think the person around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I think very negative and sily:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The character you love about yourself is .&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.The character you hate about yourself is.&lt;br /&gt;My laziness, negativity, emotionally weak and straight forwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The most ideal person you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;A successful professional nurse:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. For people who cares and likes you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I love y'll:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3705286976034427091?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3705286976034427091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3705286976034427091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3705286976034427091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3705286976034427091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3216323660722411315</id><published>2009-04-10T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:26:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish.</title><content type='html'>A big fat liar and a heartbreaker. I feel so foolish to think that finally someone will treasure me and take me seriously. So all along, is all my foolish thoughts. I actually sincerely waiting, but, all I get is disappointment and lies. All are lies. 1 month plus of waiting, all turning into ashes. &lt;div&gt;I know I'm not like those pretty and thin girls. Maybe this was why ___ dumped me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; perhaps was because I'm a boring person. Oh perhaps because I'm simply too straight forward that always cause the guy that I'm crushing over, to dislike me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm upset, tears still rolling down when I'm reading those messages. I feel so stupid. I still have to work, still have to fake smile. Monday attachment, sunday my birthday, I guess I'll just have to use attachment to numb myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3216323660722411315?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3216323660722411315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3216323660722411315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3216323660722411315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3216323660722411315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/foolish.html' title='Foolish.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8229056612478472158</id><published>2009-04-09T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:11:27.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went for my ndp dance practice:]&lt;div&gt;As usual, I had lotsa fun with my new friends, Corrine, Candy and Syahsyah:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learnt new steps and hope next sat won't have problems to catch up with the other team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrights, Imma post some edited photos. Erm, the rainbow ones got me stayed up till 12am to finished-_-. Well, I hope I can have more photo taken with my pri sch friends:D I kinda miss all four of us happily taking photos together:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04958.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC04958.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC04957.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC04965.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=smile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;11.09pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;LowBinNi &amp;amp; ChuaSeokHwi are drinking ribena except ChuaSeokHwi is eating mango at the same time:D:D:D Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8229056612478472158?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8229056612478472158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8229056612478472158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8229056612478472158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8229056612478472158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/alrighty.html' title='Alrighty.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3797870178124574114</id><published>2009-04-08T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:43:07.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Alright, it has been quite awhile since I've last blogged.&lt;div&gt;Okay, recently nothing much have happened. As usual, went to school for nursing studies practice and hanging out with friends. Erm, except for today, I didn't attend to school. Oops. But, its okay, coz it isn't compulsory plus I think my ca is still sick since she was absent yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about yesterday, the weather was a pleasant and sunny day except it drizzling for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mingmin, Jamaine and I went to cafe one to have breakfast. Actually 9am starts but coz we are allow to do whichever practical we want, so we decided to eat first before we go for practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did we know, our ca was absent and there'll not be any practical lesson. Shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we walked around the school, exploring:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to the pool to watch people swimming. Well, there went two kids swam excellently. We were damn impressed by them. Erm, we were standing damn damn far from the pool, in fact we were at the gate there. ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we proceed to the girls toilet to chit chat. I know its weird and disgusting alright :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched TVXQ's Mirotic dance video. OMG, I seriously damn love Max/ Chang Min!!! So cute!!! Haha, okay, I'm weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long long chit chat, we went to bugis coz I'm meeting jiamian and binni there. But they wasn't there yet so I decided to go window shopping with Mingmin and Jamaine:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the new bugis shopping mall, iluma. It was brand new and allow interesting stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like a shop which sells alot unique items, like cupcake lip gloss, cute shower caps, list of why I wanna have sex with you (okay, its obscene but its funny. ahaha), etc... Another interesting stall is stall which sells unique handmade stuffs. I don't know the name of this stall, its like a small booth that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we also went to buy yogurt to share. Its original yogurt that have three toppings. We also got the colour spoons that we liked it alot:D Then passed by a new restaurant which have delicious italian food. Erm, its like pasta mania but way cuter:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Jiamian and binni have arrived, Mingmin and Jamaine  and us walked around. Then Mingmin gotta go, Jamaine too, we send them off. We bid goodbyes and continue shopping at Bugis junction. Jiamian wanna buy a formal wear for her councillor ceremony, I think. Binni needa buy present for her bf. I'm just accompanying them. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up going bugis to hunt for her bf's present. Me too, bought myself a new pair of shoes, bling bling kinda gladiators. Its for my birthday:D Oh, I've also ordered a dress and a cardigan at a blogshop. I'll write more about this tmr or tonight:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to senbawang shopping centre to search for Jiamian's formal wear. Around 7plus went home. Alright, I'll post about my dress tmr or tonight. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3797870178124574114?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3797870178124574114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3797870178124574114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3797870178124574114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3797870178124574114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6129571336589200028</id><published>2009-03-31T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:14:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean songs:}</title><content type='html'>Recently I'm indulging over korean bands:}&lt;div&gt;I really love TVXQ, Girls Generation, After School and Wonder Girls:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why but I find them really talented:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, gtg, needa go to shower and get ready to work. Its gonnabe a long day for me. Argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna quit as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6129571336589200028?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6129571336589200028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6129571336589200028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6129571336589200028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6129571336589200028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/korean-songs.html' title='Korean songs:}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2601529296454002879</id><published>2009-03-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:17:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mentally tired.</title><content type='html'>Today I went to church with Jiamian:}&lt;div&gt;Was good but I'm damn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post tmr. Not in a mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I wasn't in a mood because of my grandma. She's sucha great actress. Everything she said are all lies. I won't buy her stories. I don't hate her but hate that the fact I have this kinda relative. I won't say any further, all I want to say is that, I miss my maid alot. She's not my maid, in fact she's my grandma's. My parents and other relatives hired a maid to take care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get along with all my maid, but she's the best maid I ever had. She's my bestfriend. We used to listen to each other problems and cry together. She's always give me advises and ask me not to lose faith. I don't have a proper meals with my parents. They're too busy working, my bro and I are either working part time or schooling. So, most of time, I spent my days with my maid. She's like my sister. Now I'm alone at home, without her beside me, I feel awkward and upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to tell everything to my mom, but she can't take every words I say, sometimes I say things without using my brain to think twice first. Or she'll get ill after that. I don't want her to get ill again. I want her to be healthy, stop worrying for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate crying but I can't help, then again, I'll be alright I guess. Since my grandma no longer living under a roof with us. Peace and Quiet. Thank god that I'll be able to contact my maid:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures with her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01627.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01627.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01628.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01647.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01647.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken yesterday. Yea, unglam I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken last Friday when I was going out to meet Jiamian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/Photo116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: She'll forever be my bestfriend and I promise to visit her in bali when I have a stable job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.17am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2601529296454002879?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2601529296454002879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2601529296454002879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2601529296454002879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2601529296454002879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-mentally-tired.html' title='I&apos;m mentally tired.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7022874469667078771</id><published>2009-03-28T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:47:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a shopaholic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday, 27th of March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went to meet up my cousins at plaza Singapura right after my work.&lt;div&gt;It was damn cool to meet them again:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I was kinda sad when they said I look haggard and too thin:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, thin? Duh. I wish my tummy will be smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped at Daiso, and I've bought false flowers for my hairclips:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 3rd aunt's daughter bought a CD box and my uncle's daughter bought chopsticks and socks for her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to food court to have our dinner. Right after that we went to buy tickets to watch confessions of a shopaholic:} I'll be posting about that movie latest by tmr:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the two photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01631.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm simply too lazy to edit for photos. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, gtg. bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review on "Confessions of a Shopaholic" movie. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca Bloomwood moves to manhattan for her shopping fantasy, her addiction and she gets involve in with the New York city Magazine world. She spent more and more on branded clothes, other accessories, shoes, bags, etc. Soon her bills arrived, she got deep trouble. Thousand over US dollars of bills to be cleared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was shocked as her best friend, suze, reading the long lists of credit card bills. So she decided to stop using her credit cards and save money. When she discover a fashionable green scarf, she doesn't have enough money to buy it. So, she decided to borrow money on the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se bumped into a guy and he gave her the money. She lied to him that she's giving it to her ill grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she went for the magazine interview, she  realized that the guy who lends her money, Luke Brandon, the editor of the magazine Successful Saving, will actually be her boss. she quickly hid the green scarf underneath a table. It was funny as the secretary return the green scarf back to rebecca. Awkward tensions began, she fasten her talks and left the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She returned home and tried to write two letters to two companies. But she posted the wrong letter to the companies. Amazingly, Luke liked her reviews and hired her. She then write a column and calls herself "the Girl with the Green Scarf". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The complication was when Rebecca and luke went for a Tv shows, she was publicly being accused of overdue bills and not paying. Luke was hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending was Rebecca finally stop her addiction of shopping and sold almost all her branded clothes, etc. She even sold away her favourite green scarf. Never did she knows, the two ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who wanted the green scarf, were luke hired to trick her. He gave her the scarf and they're back together. Rebecca then ends up working with Luke's new magazine, a article named "Confessions of a Shopaholic".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give this movie a total 10/10:D I love this movie as I find it meaningful and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm a shopaholic too but I don't own any credit cards or have branded clothes:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7022874469667078771?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7022874469667078771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7022874469667078771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7022874469667078771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7022874469667078771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-27th-of-march-2009-i-went-to.html' title='Confessions of a shopaholic.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3392482362660347417</id><published>2009-03-25T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:25:27.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional.</title><content type='html'>I feel like smashing the mirror of my reflection.&lt;div&gt;Its just too sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epoh eslaf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3392482362660347417?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3392482362660347417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3392482362660347417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3392482362660347417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3392482362660347417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional.html' title='Emotional.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3455715680464780146</id><published>2009-03-22T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:08:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused and lost. This feelings just won't go away.</title><content type='html'>Last &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday 20th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, after work I straight away went home to rest.&lt;div&gt;About 8plus I met up Javier and went to watch "Hotel for Dogs" at Lot1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pleasant movie and funny:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a lot of the scene I found it ridiculous but none the less, it was still a good movie to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its about 2 orphaned siblings , Andi and Bruce, who have to hide their beloved dog, Friday, as they have moved to their foster home. They cheated a pawn shop owner by selling their " new set of mobile phone" just to get money for themselves and Friday. Too bad they were caught and got reprimanded by their social worker, Bernie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon Andi and Bruce, along with the other three new friends, Dave, Heather and Mark, rescue dogs and turned the abandon hotel into a home for Friday and the other stray dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion, their social worker have helped andi and the others to claim all the dogs, soon, their social worker and his wife, became their foster parents and they turned the abandon hotel into "Hotel for Dogs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave this movie 10/10:D I enjoyed this movie alot:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm going out later on with Shirley and Bing:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't care about my past already. Its just because of.. I can't tell and I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3455715680464780146?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3455715680464780146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3455715680464780146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3455715680464780146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3455715680464780146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-confused-and-lost-this-feelings-just.html' title='I&apos;m confused and lost. This feelings just won&apos;t go away.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7045363214347643278</id><published>2009-03-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:11:52.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happyyyyyy again:D</title><content type='html'>Today after dance practice I went home straight away. Btw, I went to practice for nothing:/&lt;div&gt;Will be attending saturday and sunday practice next week. Coz I'll be working on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm damn happy today!!:D I've made myself a flower hairclip:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt it through youtube:D Damn fun:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so perfect but at least I could do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01591.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7045363214347643278?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7045363214347643278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7045363214347643278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7045363214347643278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7045363214347643278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happyyyyyy-againd.html' title='Happyyyyyy again:D'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-647298341493520229</id><published>2009-03-18T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:07:17.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodswings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; obviously I'm staying at home again. My stomach still hurts a little and my moodswings doesn't go away.&lt;div&gt;Think its better for me to rot at home. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, my purpose to blog today, its because I'm thinking about my coming birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really files a lot faster than I thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turing 19 soon. Well, I should be happy except knowing that I'm getting older-_-"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what will my surprises from my friends. &amp;amp; oh, I still remember I still owed Simin's present. I'm kinda broke now. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is on Sunday, dreadful, sunday usually not all my friends are free. Sian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really looking forward to my birthday.... Another reason is I dislike disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, maybe today I'm indeed not in my usual self. Negativity destroy my day again. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going out after all:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-647298341493520229?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/647298341493520229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=647298341493520229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/647298341493520229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/647298341493520229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/moodswings.html' title='Moodswings..'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1791174098292826525</id><published>2009-03-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:02:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy as a clam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On 11th of March,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went to sentosa with Jamaine and Mingmin:}&lt;div&gt;It was fun as its my first time to take the tram, very nice:D I'm not sure is it spell like this, but on the website it is called sentosa express. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01388.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01388.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously I looked like a guy here-_-"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01389.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamaime:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mingmin:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01392.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01392.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap, my hair wasn't cooperating at all. I wish we don't have to bun up our hair that often in school. Ohwel, my hair is getting more &amp;amp; more wavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01398.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01397.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01390.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01391.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/DSC01395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;....................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On 13th of March, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shirley and I went to meet up Aysha and Ain for practicing dance. It was meant for the dance competition but due to our attachment on April, we changed it for our nurses day. It was fun as we joked around and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had our last minute group photo. Oh, its at Aysha's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to our next practice:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On 14th of March, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I went out with Javier:] I was surprised at first coz his sister, mingmin, asked me to go to their house. It was pleasant as she and I chatted alot. Love being around with her:D Then after he have prepared everything, we took bus to Orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, we chatted about many different subjects. From funny and lame stuff to our school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, quite alot of times that we were quiet. Okay, not so, coz I think I talked too much. ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like half an hour, or less, we've reached Orchard. We headed to Cineleisure and ate our lunch/dinner over at the Hong Kong cafe/eatery/restaurant. We had bake rice and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We window-shopped from cineleisure to heeren, sfter that wisma atria to wheelock place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was searching for street soccer shoes. Well, all those expensive sneakers &amp;amp; clothes sure are tempting man....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we trained home and we talked all the way. I really had enjoyed alot, Thanks very much!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to go out with you again:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, I'm going out later on, trimming my hair( not short, still maintaining my length) and watch movieeeeeeee:D:D Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1791174098292826525?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1791174098292826525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1791174098292826525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1791174098292826525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1791174098292826525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-as-clam.html' title='Happy as a clam.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8051811396503629621</id><published>2009-03-13T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:56:44.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes are sore.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in this family.&lt;div&gt;My family aren't disfunction, don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day I'll set my blog private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8051811396503629621?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8051811396503629621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8051811396503629621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8051811396503629621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8051811396503629621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-eyes-are-sore.html' title='My eyes are sore.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-3120816648263989802</id><published>2009-03-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:52:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy:}</title><content type='html'>Today staying at home almost whole day, because tmr and tuesday will be having exam.&lt;div&gt;Well, I did went to 883 to buy something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really happy today. No its almost everyday:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm blogging here coz I feel that I've not been blogging for quite long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall stop here, bye:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-3120816648263989802?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3120816648263989802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=3120816648263989802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3120816648263989802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/3120816648263989802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy.html' title='Happy:}'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7735232359055123801</id><published>2009-03-01T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:55:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley and Me.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to school for dance tryouts. My friends and I didn't get through the 80 hours of hardcore training. I was a little disappointed but I'm alright:}&lt;div&gt;Shirley was disappointed, I hope she'll not think too much. I know she'll definitely be a dancer in future. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Shirley, Mingmin and I went to Clark Quay to eat subway. Yea, I know, kinda weird to go all the way to Clark Quay just to eat that. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4pm, we headed to mrt station to go angmokio, as I've lost my secondary ezlink card. I have yet gotten my ITE ezlink card, as it'll be delayed. Goodness, mid March I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bid goodbye to Mingmin after we've reached angmokio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god that I've got my new ezlink, no fret on going anywhere I want now:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to my main point, yesterday I've watched "Marley and Me" with shirley at cwp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Marley and Me" was based on a real-life stories about a dog named Marley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a mischievous, adorable, somewhat uncontrolled  and known as the bad dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie, it started with a introduction of a little boy who owned a yellow labrador retriever, a calm and lovely dog. But it wasn't about John Grogan's stories about his dog, Marley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a writer in some well-known newspaper column while his wife was a reporter in the newspaper. They adopted a puppy when they were just married. Jenny was delighted when saw first sight of this adorable labrador retriever puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the part when it chewed the wall, the couches, the table and even stole neighbours' shoes or food. Soon Marley bonded with Jen and john's new born baby boy. Then followed by another two children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried when Marley was seriously sick. It had twisted stomach as due to quick swallowing of food or drinking. It was already an old dog, but it was fortunate for an old dog to live till this old age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so touching as this dog have brought them joys and laughters. Their children love Marley a lot. It was unconditional love. Their first child was the closest to Marley, as he bonded with Marley since he was a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dog like Marley is incredible, he can be really annoying at a  moment, but when its owner is upset or children are sick, it'll stay by ther sides, not going anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give this movie a full marks of 10/10. You all should watch this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: sorry for not posting a good entry of this movie:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've edited two photos:} I love my class:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P260209_1541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P260209_1541.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P260209_1542copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/P260209_1542copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am still revising, not sure whether I'm running up the stairs not. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7735232359055123801?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7735232359055123801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7735232359055123801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7735232359055123801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7735232359055123801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-and-me.html' title='Marley and Me.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-9062166850609023521</id><published>2009-02-21T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:44:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into you.H</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to cwp with Shirley to watch He's just not that into you.&lt;div&gt;Well, I literally happened to feel the same way as how GiGi ( Ginnifer Goodwin) feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a awesome movie &amp;amp; I love it:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, today I'm feelings down. Gtg, needa take shower as going for bio extra class later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-9062166850609023521?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9062166850609023521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=9062166850609023521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9062166850609023521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/9062166850609023521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-youh.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into you.H'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8271134549855059294</id><published>2009-02-18T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:39:24.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never care, I know</title><content type='html'>Been very tired these days. Nothing much to blog. Schooling is fun as usual.&lt;div&gt;Happy with friends around, but missing my bestfriends, secondary friends and secondary school again. Having moodswings at night, cried yesterday. Stupid me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not ready to move on, this two word "moving on" have been on and off my blog and mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, its hard when you're trying but those memories and songs keep reminding you of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm also upset coz I flunked my bio class test. Well, I got 22. I had careless mistakes which really pissed me off. Erm, careless mistakes as in I forgot the important ones. If I managed to remember, I should have getting 27? Erm, still not good, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope my next class test will be alright. Its on 25th of March. I'm closing my eyes to pray hard, hope I can pass this time. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm.. Nothing much, shall stop here. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8271134549855059294?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8271134549855059294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8271134549855059294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8271134549855059294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8271134549855059294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/youll-never-care-i-know.html' title='You&apos;ll never care, I know'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-690894820891834007</id><published>2009-02-14T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:09:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this feelings.</title><content type='html'>This morning had my phase test in school. I didn't do well, I hate my stupid brain.&lt;div&gt;The moment I've stepped into the room, my heart beat damn fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I should have told myself to calm down, think harder for what I've learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My co-ca reprimanded me, coz I forgot the most important things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forgot to greet the teacher immediately after seeing her &amp;amp; give the IC to her instead of her asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Clean my trolley, then put my requisite onto the trolley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tell the teacher that your thermometer must have 3 figures of 8 and check that its for axilla or oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Use alcohol swab to sterilize my thermometer before put into the sheath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Forgot the right arm should have radial pulse on the wrist which near the thumb &amp;amp; left arm should have redial pulse on the wrist that near the thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Forgot to shift up the sleeve on the other arm as I've changed the position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Forgot to ask the patient whether he/she's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Forgot to take the chart list when collecting the requisite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Forgot the range of temperature for normal rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Forgot the range of pulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Forgot the range of blood pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Forgot to say about the control of heart rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. pulse rate varies with... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. 2 fingers spacing away the antecubital fossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Forgot what's antecubital fossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Forgot the correct side to use the cuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Miscounted the pulse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Forgot to not leave the stethoscope on the thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. forgot the seven steps of handwashing and handrub after touching the patients and requisite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Plot the wrong temperature rate on the graph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Signed at the wrong side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Forgot to ask my patient ( shirley) for the IC number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't understand why my mind went blank. Co-ca said she doesn't know whether its because of my nervousness that caused me forgot or is it because that I lack of practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now I know why, I lack of memorising. I told her I did, but I should memorising it like how I did last phase test. I was confidence that day. Today? I'm so lousy! I kept thinking that I'll fail, coz I could feel it. Man, now I wonder she'll allow me to re test not or when she'll be giving me re test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most I'm afraid is, that my ca will be damn angry as Shirley and I haven't get our hepatitis jab as our phase test ended late. Plus we over took the bus. I'm also afraid she'll call my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to be a nurse, I do feel bad for getting such grades today. I didn't mean to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my next re test, nursing studies class test &amp;amp; bio class test will be alright.. I must focus more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, gtg. Going out later:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-690894820891834007?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/690894820891834007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=690894820891834007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/690894820891834007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/690894820891834007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-this-feelings.html' title='I hate this feelings.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-4217221004483714523</id><published>2009-02-08T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:17:42.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Could_we_go_back_once_again_by_Albi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/jasmineCSH/Could_we_go_back_once_again_by_Albi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger is all I do, lingering in the past memories.&lt;div&gt;I wish we can go back once again, but its obvious that you wouldn't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I can forget about you, no, I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one ever made me feel as much as you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I've found someone like you, but guess I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait and I wait, but things are just too complex for me to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where you are, and where's your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I'm still lingering in the past memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday, every minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I guess you've moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't come back for me, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything happened in a fast pace, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to learn how to catch up and move on with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I'm still here, still breathing, not doing things that will make me regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I'll be wise one day, be cautious of what I'm chasing over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-4217221004483714523?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4217221004483714523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=4217221004483714523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4217221004483714523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/4217221004483714523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/linger.html' title='Linger.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-6971253437349356474</id><published>2009-02-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:28:18.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness me.</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking tired today. My mind isn't cooperating at all. &lt;div&gt;Filled with thoughts, thoughts and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm damn worry about my class test on this wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go for attachment and go to poly to study!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope this time I won't waste my precious time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even have mood to go online now. Am damn damn tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on must study.... Not gonna stay up too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused... Why am I turning like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I'll move on, but my mind still filled with those memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a minute, my mind will filled with another one. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know my answer, just that I wanna write to make myself feel better. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-6971253437349356474?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6971253437349356474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=6971253437349356474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6971253437349356474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/6971253437349356474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodness-me.html' title='Goodness me.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-2743633403672561961</id><published>2009-01-28T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:31:11.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was the first day of chinese new year.&lt;div&gt;I went to watch movie with my family. It was a splendid morning, I'm jubilant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to watch "幸福万岁". It was a hilarious movie, I like it:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie, headed home &amp;amp; mummy prepared our dinner. Haha, it was delightful &amp;amp; delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIg feast over, I went back to my room to wait for Bing &amp;amp; Shirley to come over my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 8plus, they came over &amp;amp; chit-chatted. It was rather fun &amp;amp; nice to have them around, but, I wasn't happy at all as my heart still aches alot. Thinking of him time to time, my wound seem the same, not healing at all. Camwhoring as usual, 3 girls spending time together, I wonder whats in their mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10plus, they left. Good night sleep? Nope, I couldn't sleep properly at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went to malaysia, kucup, with my family. Everything's changing, I feel as though I'm a stranger to this village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was still holding on with the wonderful scenery and carefree lifestyle, but it may seem this way, you'll never know how complex it may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was entering the small crowded house,  I saw a few familiar faces, my grandma, aunts, uncles and cousins. Whoa, my bro and I have grown up so much, time sure flies too fast. My eyes dare not blink a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collected loads of angbaos, feeling triumph, I have never collected this much. Although they're not in Singapore dollars, this was enough for me to be satisfied. Looking at my mom while stroking my cousin's pet dog, Bobby, I could see my mom do misses her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a great meal with my aunts, uncle and my family, my bro and I went to the corner seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wee moment, I went into the kitchen along with my bro. We were holding on our bowls, laughing at the part when we were allowed to throw our waste food into the open sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with my cousin, Leepin, bringing us back to our childhood times. She's amazing, I love her alot:} My bro and I also keeping grandma accompany by chatting with her.  Her gentle smile and friendliness, just like my mom. Her hearing is powerful. Don't forget to mention, she's 77 years old now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my cousin, Leepin, brought us to the vacation resorts to looking around. A lot of people were there having fun. These resorts are licensed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 1pm,  our little cousin, zixiang went to fetch us back home as leepin needed go off to meet her friends. He have hence grew taller. Reached home, saw alot more unfamiliar faces, all we do was keep smiling until we have the chance to ask how to address them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later, we made a move first. Bid goodbyes and misses them already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, I'm still thinking of him. Thinking if only he were with me, spending this wonderful experience with me. But now I begun to understand, he's just not belong to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never once I guess. Maybe the time hasn't tick, my true love haven't exist yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe in my life, there'll be alot more to discover? Idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-2743633403672561961?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2743633403672561961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=2743633403672561961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2743633403672561961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/2743633403672561961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5719831560873713673</id><published>2009-01-25T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:41:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I just can't believe it.&lt;div&gt;I really don't think I deserve this. I don't deserve all these shits that left in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf, chinese new year eve, what I gain is anger and sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've told myself that I'll be strong, healthy and happy, coz I don't wanna disappoint my family and beloved bestfriends.. Why do I still break down when _____ said he must be unfaithful to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe he's not, I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my heart, hes the perfect one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself not to cry, indeed I've bear with the tears for quite long. But now... I tear again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down with bad flu and cough, visiting doctor later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want is you, why did you go away and left me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-5719831560873713673?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5719831560873713673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5719831560873713673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5719831560873713673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5719831560873713673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-5001068887723754960</id><published>2009-01-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:04:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, jerk.</title><content type='html'>Alright, tmr's saturday, last day of getting what I want for CNY:D&lt;br /&gt;Meeting shirley, bing and shirley's sister tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my eyeliner, eyeshadows and either dress or long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I've bought my new yr clothes, but, wanna 1 more:D&lt;br /&gt;So, shall stop here, will post photos on CNY. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S:  I know you've read my blog. I thought we can be friends, but.. Things just not going the right way.&lt;br /&gt;      I know I shouldn't have msg you, I know. So, ya, if you've chose to ignore me, not contacting me, okay,&lt;br /&gt;      I'll respect your decision and be gone in your life. Its over anyway.&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/17640255-5001068887723754960?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5001068887723754960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=5001068887723754960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5001068887723754960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/5001068887723754960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-jerk.html' title='You, jerk.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-1740770421332403784</id><published>2009-01-16T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:12:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   line-height: 22px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this part - Pussycat Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue&lt;br /&gt;And right now radio's all that we can hear&lt;br /&gt;Now we ain't talk since we left, it's so over due&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside but between us its worse in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, 7 takes of the same old scene&lt;br /&gt;Seems we're bound by the loss of the same routine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta talk to you now 'fore we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But will you sleep once I tell you what's hurting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll ask me to hold on&lt;br /&gt;And carry on like nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But there is no more time for lies&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see sunset in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I gotta do this,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take these tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn and brittle. I'll never cling on to you, rest assure.&lt;br /&gt;6th December, 11th December 2008. I won't forget, all those sweet moments that you gave me, they'll shall remain as my sweet memories. ILY, but I'll move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-1740770421332403784?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1740770421332403784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=1740770421332403784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1740770421332403784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/1740770421332403784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this-part-pussycat-dolls-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7537098290225871785</id><published>2009-01-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:20:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passenger</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to cwp with Shirley.&lt;div&gt;I went there to  buy my school shoes and bio workbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to cathay to watch "Passengers" :} I like Anne Hathaway:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was disheartening:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Claire Summers is a young therapist assigned by her mentor to provide counsels to ten survivors of a plane crash from which one surviving passenger, Eric, gets super powers. Intrigued by the secrets surrounding Eric, she builds up a relationship with him that soon takes a romantic route. But, as the romance blossoms, the survivors begin to vanish one by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously that I've copied from a website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so, it was weird when she thought that her sis have died as she was one of the passenger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she didn't really know the truth until she saw the suitcase. She read through the documents and cried her heart out. She even yelled her sister's name, emma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought that her twin sister have died. The story twisted, as though telling me that her sister used her name, or something else. This made me wanted to know more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I begun to understand, Claire died in the plane crash with Eric, the patient, and the other passengers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric saw his grandfather and his pet dog. They have died long ago. Eric found his light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Claire,  she said she found out something. I assumed she knew what had happened to her. While flashing back her memories, she begun to see the lady was her aunt and "Garry"( not sure abt his name.), was her elementary school teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To summery all up, all the passengers that witnessed in the crash plane, didn't survive. They are all dead. Their soul were just wandering about, finding out the truth, searching for their lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, Emma did come to Claira's apartment, she cried bitterly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I said this movie was disheartening:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have tears whirling my eyes, didn't flow down though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-7537098290225871785?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7537098290225871785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=7537098290225871785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7537098290225871785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/7537098290225871785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/passenger.html' title='passenger'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-488247528173944551</id><published>2009-01-06T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:05:08.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya</title><content type='html'>Alright, today's the second day of orientation. &lt;div&gt;Man, I still haven't buy books, uniforms and shoes yet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because of the medical report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our class adviser told us that this report will proved us something regarding the "hypertatis B".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness, I don't know how to spell. I must be alert tmr, coz lesson starts tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a jab to prevent bacterial enters our body. It can be during taking care of a patient, cleaning up the urine or feces, bacterial pass through the tiny micro hole from the glove that an naked eye will not be able to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, tmr I'll have to wake up damn early as I have to be school by 7.45am. From woodlands interchange take 168 bus to tampines interchange take 31 bus. damn long journey alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh... Have to wake up by 4am..... Goodness gracious me.... I can die just coz not enough of rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I shall stop here. Will blog again once its chinese new year:D:D Hope I don't have to go to school for practical or theory on that festive day. I'll just drop dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-488247528173944551?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/488247528173944551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=488247528173944551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/488247528173944551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/488247528173944551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/heya.html' title='Heya'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-8548643990758131228</id><published>2009-01-04T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:54:19.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm not feeling alright.&lt;br /&gt;I get upset damn easily.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going out, neither do I feel like meeting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Unless my pri sch friends psycho me:D&lt;br /&gt;I misses the times that I'm still a secondary school student.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when I'm still mugging and chatting with my art teacher and other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing art assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I miss choir.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing councillor duty with my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wearing chr school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Of all I misses, I don't think my classmates know any of it.&lt;br /&gt;They only see me laugh, talk, curse and swear, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Even I cried on the last day of schooling, they might think I'm faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see they will miss me at all, I don't think they care.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, I only left with my family, 9 years bestfriends, my bf and besties.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I definitely did. Only the memories, it'll never be faded.&lt;br /&gt;I promised I will pay a visit when its teachers day. Imma give a surprise to my art teacher, mt teacher, sec4 form teacher and some of my friends:}&lt;br /&gt;Study hard is my 2009 revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going for orientation, pay school fees, buy books, uniforms and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Sian... Shirley will be meeting me in school, which means I'll be going to school alone.&lt;br /&gt;Coz don't think my mom wanna wake up that early and I doubt my bro will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17640255-8548643990758131228?l=an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8548643990758131228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17640255&amp;postID=8548643990758131228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8548643990758131228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17640255/posts/default/8548643990758131228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-inexorable-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872518798182953618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QXoAbqRWDw/TScv-0m2yTI/AAAAAAAAABU/9xLwepzVLqY/S220/DSCF0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17640255.post-7488775945926269044</id><published>2009-01-03T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:15:31.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On 1st January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jiamian, Binni, Kenneth, me and my bf, went to city hall for count down.&lt;div&gt;We had our neoprints at bugis junction before we went to city hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've enjoyed alot and I simply love all of them to bits:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im glad that my bf joined us:D Love ya XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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