<?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-3217977894894580618</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:01:00.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Kuirkyfied. Are you?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UVNT4wvIGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1266966218349253089</id><published>2011-09-21T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:06:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is freaky...I really think songs mould a person's personality...cus I just realized that my personality matches this song that I listened to while I was growing up....to a "T"....*freaky*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Robbie Williams: Feel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come on hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to god&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughs at my plans,&lt;br /&gt;My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t keen on living either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before I fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I’m preparing to leave her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself to death,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I keep on running.&lt;br /&gt;Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to feel, real love&lt;br /&gt;And a life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in,&lt;br /&gt;I got too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;In a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hole in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vml2xJi5BWE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/i&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/3217977894894580618-1266966218349253089?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1266966218349253089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1266966218349253089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1266966218349253089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1266966218349253089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vml2xJi5BWE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1548551250801332376</id><published>2011-08-10T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:48:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27112725?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="226" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27112725"&gt;First Cut: Singapore Timelapse and National Day Parade 2011 Fireworks&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6315034"&gt;Repro&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mew - comforting sound.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Vernada, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.&lt;br /&gt;Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.&lt;br /&gt;If someone else comes, I'd just sit here listening to the drums.&lt;br /&gt;Previously I never called it solitude.&lt;br /&gt;And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.&lt;br /&gt;Blunted and exhausted like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I tried to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stiop.&lt;br /&gt;And now all the good kids are messing up.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Vernada, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Vernada, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Vernada, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I miss home.&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/3217977894894580618-1548551250801332376?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2909030806541090590</id><published>2011-07-25T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:59:28.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is terrible. I'm having withdrawal symptoms from Lucas's visit. I really, REALLY hate this. I must set a new rule next time for visitors... "Only to visit after my exams" so that we can all go home together and I would not suffer from any withdrawal symptoms! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs....I miss lucas... cus with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my bowels are much cleaner with the astonishing amount of fruits he cut for me whenever we come home after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-im more well fed cus he would prepare desserts for me after my shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i wont ever get lost cus he would prepare my gps for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i feel safer cus he would help me look out for things that I am unaware of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-have someone carry heavy stuff like groceries for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-have someone greeting me when I'm home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-someone to fill my water flask for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I look forward to going home cus it would means we are going for an adventure after school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-someone to talk to me in the room other than my computer/ipod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a warmer that do not incur extra electricity cost (ahahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-someone that greets me when I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all these sounds like i'm describing a maid/machine/pet. However, really...he was really THERE for me. It's these little things that matters and leave a mark behind. I kept having flashbacks of "I was just here last week to pick him up"...or "we did that together"...what didn't make things better is that he left videos and tiny notes all over my room to remind me that yes, he did come and I wasn't dreaming....this is terrible. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I would just have to live it and suck it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Be a man! Do the Right Thing"&lt;/i&gt; - Russell godknewwhathislastnamewas.&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/3217977894894580618-2909030806541090590?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2909030806541090590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2909030806541090590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2909030806541090590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2909030806541090590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1004101047308724236</id><published>2011-07-15T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:04:59.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got no idea if its a blessing or a curse that I am still studying while most of the people my age are already working with a degree. Perhaps that's one of the reason why I am deluded to think that I am still young when in actual fact, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adele: Rolling in the deep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1004101047308724236?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1004101047308724236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1004101047308724236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1004101047308724236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1004101047308724236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-got-no-idea-if-its-blessing-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5086112600854169468</id><published>2011-06-10T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:35:20.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I can't really blame them. Then again, I know this should stop affecting me by now as I know I did improve from those lessons learnt. However, somehow it still kind of haunt me like a dark shadow whenever I am in contact with anyone of them. I guess the hurt that ensued from those lessons was quite epic. LOL. I really wondered how I managed to survive that time seriously. Was I seriously that bad? I know I can be a bit overwhelming at times really...perhaps I didn't know my own limits.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brighter note, at least I learnt some things out of it and that made me a much careful person today. Or at least I feel I am more careful than the past anyway. ha..ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try my best to talk a little unless its crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to avoid going into any sorts of politics at ALL cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endured it even when I'm wronged (and pray damn hard that my name get cleared).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Increased my sensitivity level to a point people actually thinks I'm "over" sensitive as I apologize and apologize and apologize for things that in the past, I don't think it actually mattered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to smile and take everything easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to be less possessive (trust me, this is the toughest!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to tell myself "not everything have to revolve around you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried and tried and tried and tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just afraid one day my barrier system might just break down as knowing all this is relatively still somewhat new and its not super secured? (It's still in honing process after now). It comes to a point whereby now I have this internal fear of being too close to anyone in this new land cus I'm afraid I might just loosen my barrier if I am too close. Whenever I know I am starting to get too deep into the circle, I kind of have this auto-system in me to try to get out of it. Somehow, it works but it do made me kind of lonely cus I'm like nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What hits home really was recently there was this distant classmate who asked me "So who do you normally hang out with?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of hit me pretty hard as it occurred to me that I am not anywhere or with any group in particular but the idea of getting too deep into a group kinds of scares me. I guess I'm just lonely but yet afraid of getting too attached to anyone. I guess there's really nothing much I can really do but just get used to this new system. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Animals- Neon Trees&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wanna be more than friends&lt;br /&gt;So take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you're never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;We're sick like animals&lt;br /&gt;We play pretend&lt;br /&gt;You're just a cannibal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid I wont get out alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to my heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3217977894894580618-5086112600854169468?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5086112600854169468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5086112600854169468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5086112600854169468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5086112600854169468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-guess-i-cant-really-blame-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7158572508236609028</id><published>2011-05-23T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:42:57.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Karen,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please try to be contented with what you have. Perhaps you have been playing far too much. Then again, you're above average so why are you complaining? The fall is greater from heights near the skies. Being angel isn't so great really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your inner devil/angel.&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/3217977894894580618-7158572508236609028?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7158572508236609028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7158572508236609028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7158572508236609028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7158572508236609028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-karen-please-try-to-be-contented.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-4417401289623821884</id><published>2011-05-19T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:03:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK. what's over is over and there is NO WAY you can turn back the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why didn't I made full use of what's given to me! I'm such an IDIOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breathe!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.NO USE CRYING OVER SPLIT MILK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BREATHE!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn your lesson and make full use of your resources NEXT TIME! -runsandslamintothewallforfeelingsobloodystupid!-&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/3217977894894580618-4417401289623821884?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/4417401289623821884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=4417401289623821884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4417401289623821884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4417401289623821884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-self-no-use-crying-over-split.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1938655836107833258</id><published>2011-05-18T19:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:37:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The 80/20 rule in a relationship is rather simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"In a normal relationship, you get about 80 per cent of what you need/want from your partner. They are caring, respectful and share a lot of the same interests as you, but then you meet someone who catches your attention for an unknown reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may well be because they fulfill the missing 20 per cent in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly will look tempting because that 20 per cent has been missing for so long, you quickly conclude, “Hey, this person has everything I am looking for in a partner.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have given up your 80 per cent loving partner for a 20 per cent fling. Regret sets in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;I really, REALLY, want to know how this EVER cross your mind? ......and I understand how true it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone like you - Adele&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;I heard that your dreams came true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;I guess everyone have their own skeletons in the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3217977894894580618-1938655836107833258?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1938655836107833258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1938655836107833258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1938655836107833258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1938655836107833258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/05/saw-this-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5234357089564304148</id><published>2011-05-11T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:49:46.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been having too many distractions moving me away from my real goal. I understand that this is bad but somehow, it seem really tough to shake those distractions away.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess new distractions are like new toys, they lose their lustre after awhile. I'm hoping hard that my current distractions are all made in china. &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/3217977894894580618-5234357089564304148?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5234357089564304148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5234357089564304148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5234357089564304148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5234357089564304148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/05/recently-ive-been-having-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6389848486433262356</id><published>2011-04-11T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:17:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, i've been contemplating on flying back during the easter break next week....i mean..i would technically have 11 days back at home! Visions of home have been flashing by my head lately, making me miss home more than ever. Even for little things like a picture that resemble home just let on a truckload of intensely realistic pictures running on a reel of home. I recently read somewhere that teens in singapore are more rooted to the country than before. I don't think I'm considered a teen anymore but I hate to agree that its true. Despite all the endless brainwashes to make myself stay here, I really am in doubt if I can ever do it when time comes. I don't know if its the studies that's making me homesick or that its cus' my parents just left about a week ago. Ever since they came, the thought of having people coming over for a visit don't seem so bad afterall. It's just when they depart, that's when it suck so bad I just wish I can follow them back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...i'm not so sure if me going back is a good idea. One thing for sure, if I do go back, my neck is gona be "wanted" by a hell lot of people here cus I've already promised to go for all the activities lined up during the hols.....although I know I rather be back home listening to 98.7FM while snuggling in my bed and watching the asian skies go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick. I'm SO sick. I really should orientate my head and focus on the horrible tests this week....it's just information overload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh why didn't I choose something easier! &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/3217977894894580618-6389848486433262356?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6389848486433262356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6389848486433262356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6389848486433262356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6389848486433262356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/04/recently-ive-been-contemplating-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2906900265066322534</id><published>2011-02-28T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:17:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE the aftertaste of marmite...makes me feel as if my breathe is gona stink of rotting items for the entire day.....but yet I LOVE the taste of marmite in hot porridge..it just make my porridge taste SO much better!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs...a love-hate relationship and this is exactly like me studying in Aus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE the feeling of being so lonely and away from the comforts of home. I was seriously very comfortable at home and felt super loved ..sometimes I wonder if I am TOO comfortable... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...I LOVE that I am studying pharmacy now and my studies is somewhat interesting albeit brain-draining. Furthermore I get the privacy and quietness since I am too far away to attend any exam-draining activities that my home has (actually, it has far too many!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs....idkidkidkidkidk...all i know is that I cant wait to get out of aus and go back home to enjoy my holidays in the comfort of my home.... T.T&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/3217977894894580618-2906900265066322534?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2906900265066322534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2906900265066322534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2906900265066322534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2906900265066322534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-aftertaste-of-marmite.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6634533240030928615</id><published>2011-01-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:01:35.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you been disturbed by your dreams before?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, bad dreams have been plaguing me like an infection. Night after night, dreams of hot sweaty australia has been traumatizing my mind endlessly. All my worries scattered across the pillow like a thousand shattered images of a never-ending torture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really must learn how to "let go".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but hell! It's darn tough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-6634533240030928615?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6634533240030928615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6634533240030928615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6634533240030928615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6634533240030928615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-been-disturbed-by-your-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2975245393547296786</id><published>2011-01-29T01:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:56:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently, something unexpected happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was bad enough when I first heard of a friend whom I thought was nice and filial...to turn back on his own aged, ill-health and semi-retired parents in a country that is not of their best communicable language! In fact, they relied on their only child for translation be it from the hospitals to the simplest needs like reading a water bill letter! Shock reverberated through me as it transpired, he was just like another person I know...or maybe...worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I guess, in this current superficial society, such things like remembering your roots and giving thanks no longer exist anymore. If there is, it would be like rare stubborn creatures who hold on to traditional values and visions like me and some of my friends. I guess, we really are extinct animals. We should start to "change". &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then again..I guess its my own fault for assuming that people I thought I was "close" to, were close to me. I guess its really just a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thought" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and its always wrong. I should never assume in the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from what I know, I may be just as insignificant as the person walking in the streets to them. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3217977894894580618-2975245393547296786?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2975245393547296786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2975245393547296786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2975245393547296786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2975245393547296786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-received-unexpected-news-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1016363841195146297</id><published>2011-01-22T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:57:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days ago, reminiscence hit me like a truck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now..why the word "reminiscence"? Well, cus it's a bittersweet memory. Sweet as in at least I'm still in the same/neighboring country as all my loved ones and friends. Bitter as in the dark days when I felt like a reject item from some premium clothing company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing for sure, someone's gona taste the bitter pill I ate for so many years soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Awesome! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1016363841195146297?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1016363841195146297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1016363841195146297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1016363841195146297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1016363841195146297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-days-ago-reminiscence-hit-me-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1541043706193767795</id><published>2010-11-17T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:01:29.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm feeling lazy..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like LLAAZZYY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeaaa...ur not seeing double. It's just how LAZY I'm feeling now. I know the next paper isn't till next week and that I REALLY need to study for it cus I suck so badly at chemistry that Einstein probably looked down on me in disgust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still feeling lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried clearing and packing my room to prepare for my departure and at the same time, hopefully, would make me feel better. To think I thought THAT would work! Faaaattt hope! I did feel better...Like so much better, I'm feeling ssslllaaaazzzyyyyyyy..... Although I couldn't clear much, I really thought that initially if I were to clear a bit, I would be able to think more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wrong thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, THANK YOU BUDDHA (YES YOU BUDDHA! THANK YOU!) for ensuring that i passed my chemistry lab test although I blacked out during that test and I was so positive that I'm gona get a huge egg......THANK YOU! Although my chances in getting a straight high distinction now seemed abit faraway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST TRY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I can score near full marks on this chemistry paper....IF I START STUDYING LIKE NOWWWW AND THAT MY TEACHER WOULD BE BLINDED BY LIGHT, GIVING ME FULL MARKS FOR MY PAPER!!!????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Einstein's brain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1541043706193767795?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1541043706193767795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1541043706193767795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1541043706193767795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1541043706193767795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-im-feeling-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-918223603657876303</id><published>2010-11-11T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:10:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO THROW IN THE TOWEL NOW!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm SO sick of studying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like SICK SICK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahgrahjgshjaghjagdsajhgdjagdjhagdjhgajhds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.ignore.me.thank.you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGGJAGSDHJAGDHJAGDSJAGDAGSDAGRGGGGHHHHHHHHGHHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y cant my bloody brain COOPERATE!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may god bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-918223603657876303?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/918223603657876303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=918223603657876303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/918223603657876303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/918223603657876303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-throw-in-towel-now-im-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-13698150699938489</id><published>2010-11-08T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:38:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm Safer On An Airplane" - Copeland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;It happened then, it happens now&lt;br /&gt;They let you in, they let you down&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like we can't get out&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer with my lungs full of smoke&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on the jetway&lt;br /&gt;Than a world without hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came in, the day went out&lt;br /&gt;And not a bit of peace was spoken about&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like a suicidal world&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer if I run through the street&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on the jetway&lt;br /&gt;Than a world without peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what arms will stretch out when they've had enough?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when they are tired of holding up us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on an airplane&lt;br /&gt;(I think I'm safer on an airplane)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer in the sky up above&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on the jetway&lt;br /&gt;Than a world without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on an airplane&lt;br /&gt;(I think I'm safer on an airplane)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer in the sky up above&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm safer on the jetway&lt;br /&gt;Than a world without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finding houses is draining me like a vampire sucking the blood of a fat lady. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CAN'T BLOODY WAIT TO BE ON THE FIRST PLANE HOME!!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; Then i can &lt;/span&gt;literally&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;, leave all my troubles behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-13698150699938489?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/13698150699938489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=13698150699938489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/13698150699938489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/13698150699938489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-safer-on-airplane-copeland-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2310988905426295098</id><published>2010-11-03T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:50:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cry me a river"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...like literally?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been crying loads lately. Feel like such a loser recently....like...&lt;b&gt;I blacked out today&lt;/b&gt;? My very first time? AND I DIDN'T EVEN USE ANY MEMORY POWER FOR THIS TEST! its a bloody open book test but we hardly had the time to open the dumb book! I was so pressed for time, so worried, rushed and .....i just blanked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn't a good feeling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so shock that I blanked, I continued to blanked even after the test. I'm really sucha goner. Plus it doesn't help that I under-dose a patient yesterday. That's like suicidal or something....I should have trust my instincts and not my brain. My brain really isn't functioning well recently. Lucas thinks I'm too stressed. I think I'm not working the right way. So what's correct? I been really hardworking and even prayed every single bloody day but I seriously think god took leave for vacation or something. Either that, the way I'm praying is totally not reaching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loosing faith mom. I can't help it. Is there any way I can continue my faith? They kind of abandon me....? I really don't want to abandon them either....but is there any way they can show me signs of them being here for me? Like a miracle on my results or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to focus correctly and try to reach my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now...it looks impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;i read somewhere on some self help.com that blogging helps. im not sure if i feel better now...but i get so depressed that even in my dreams, im dreamt of me scolding myself. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-2310988905426295098?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2310988905426295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2310988905426295098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2310988905426295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2310988905426295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/11/cry-me-river.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6699798742840798958</id><published>2010-10-09T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:49:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fix You - Cold Play&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And on your face I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And on your face I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you &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/3217977894894580618-6699798742840798958?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-4697822743260675184</id><published>2010-09-26T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:47:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingrid Michaelson - You and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, verdana; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/normal tahoma, arial, verdana; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-align: left; line-height: 15px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;u&gt;You and I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/normal tahoma, arial, verdana; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-align: left; line-height: 15px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;don't you worry, there my honey&lt;br /&gt;we might not have any money&lt;br /&gt;but we've got our love to pay the bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I think you're cute and funny,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,&lt;br /&gt;if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters&lt;br /&gt;and teach them how to dance&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and build our house on a mountain&lt;br /&gt;making everybody look like ants&lt;br /&gt;from way up there, you and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/normal tahoma, arial, verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; line-height: 12px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well you might be a bit confused&lt;br /&gt;and you might be a little bit bruised&lt;br /&gt;but baby how we spoon like no one else&lt;br /&gt;so I will help you read those books&lt;br /&gt;if you will soothe my worried looks&lt;br /&gt;and we will put the lonesome on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters&lt;br /&gt;and teach them how to dance&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and build our house on a mountain&lt;br /&gt;making everybody look like ants&lt;br /&gt;from way up there you and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters&lt;br /&gt;and teach them how to dance&lt;br /&gt;let's get rich and build our house on a mountain&lt;br /&gt;making everybody look like ants&lt;br /&gt;from way up there you and I, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OvMVCHhwTPs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvMVCHhwTPs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvMVCHhwTPs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-4697822743260675184?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/4697822743260675184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=4697822743260675184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4697822743260675184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4697822743260675184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/09/ingrid-michaelson-you-and-i.html' title='Ingrid Michaelson - You and I'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-201266729652974559</id><published>2010-09-25T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:01:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorry for the antique song!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Lavigne - Happy Ending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something you said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hangnin'&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it&lt;br /&gt;All of our memories so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it&lt;br /&gt;All of our memories so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you care&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;He was everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it&lt;br /&gt;All of the memories so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it&lt;br /&gt;All of our memories so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it&lt;br /&gt;All of our memories so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &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/3217977894894580618-201266729652974559?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/201266729652974559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=201266729652974559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/201266729652974559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/201266729652974559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/09/avril-lavigne-happy-ending-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-263554555298</id><published>2010-09-24T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:14:25.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Nash - Foundations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;you're thinking of something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Then you'll call me a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and I wont give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;every time that you're upset and I just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;You said I must eat so many lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;'cause I am so bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and I must admit that I was a bit scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;but it gives me thrills to wind you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;My fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;You've gone and got sick on my trainers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;I only got these yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and I purposely wont turn the heating on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I can't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every time that you're upset and I just smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;every time that you're upset and I just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-263554555298?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2256180147988620011</id><published>2010-08-29T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:29:41.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fab presents and mini celebrations!!!  :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Chun Ming, Estee, Estella and Sarah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-2256180147988620011?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2256180147988620011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2256180147988620011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2256180147988620011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2256180147988620011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-was-awesome-fab-presents-and-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-8155053235413972950</id><published>2010-08-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:34:14.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-8155053235413972950?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/8155053235413972950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=8155053235413972950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8155053235413972950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8155053235413972950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-woke-up-feeling-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-8859300447253603947</id><published>2010-08-25T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:18:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days are drawing nearer,&lt;div&gt;Time seems to be ticking faster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why do I feel so indifferent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are my hair greying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts decaying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideas and dreams washed ashore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is barely a week away and if it was last year (or any of the years)..I should be by right, bubbling away like an overflowing cauldron on fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not this year thou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as calm as if next week's like no different from any others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am getting old....like how those aged people think birthdays are nonsense...maybe im just afraid of admitting my age to a campus full of babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Over and Out - by Foo Fighters&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could I be the one&lt;br /&gt;To break a will so strong&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Til your will is gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything is done&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Do you read me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel you anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3217977894894580618-8859300447253603947?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/8859300447253603947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=8859300447253603947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8859300447253603947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8859300447253603947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/08/days-are-drawing-nearer-time-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1859298881038436341</id><published>2010-08-07T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:24:15.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The longer I stay in my current surrounding, the more I start to ask myself...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Did you ever left this place?"&lt;/i&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 days ago felt so surreal...Did it really happened?&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/3217977894894580618-1859298881038436341?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1859298881038436341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1859298881038436341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1859298881038436341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1859298881038436341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/08/longer-i-stay-in-my-current-surrounding.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3263856807784403306</id><published>2010-08-04T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:58:18.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Fall outta bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold,&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along just like a flower&lt;br /&gt;pokin through the sidewalk crack&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;...I miss my old life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3217977894894580618-3263856807784403306?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3263856807784403306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3263856807784403306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3263856807784403306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3263856807784403306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me-smile-like-sun-fall-outta.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7172217007269894320</id><published>2010-06-19T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:45:20.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/crazy-cat-main_full1250640312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/crazy-cat-main_full1250640312.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok..there's nothing wrong with me...I'm just &lt;b&gt;DEAD BORED&lt;/b&gt; from studying and I just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CAN'T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seem to concentrate! This feels like primary 1 all over again when every single tom, dick, harry, fly or bee move pass me, I'll flip my head to take a look. Before I know it, I can nearly hear my Primary 1 form teacher &lt;i&gt;(which I nicknamed her Ms Tan Lay Egg)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"KAAAAARRENNN!!! Stop fidgeting and pay attention!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yep. That's how I felt ever since a&lt;b&gt; LOT&lt;/b&gt; of people I know have already&lt;b&gt; FINISH&lt;/b&gt; their papers and they are either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a) on their way home and is at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;b) at home in their nice warm bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c) partying and having the time of their life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..while I stay stuck here staring at Label 10b &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;DO NOT TAKE ASPIRIN&lt;/b&gt; at all bloody damn times or you'll die of bleeding and you know what? &lt;b&gt;I DON'T BLOODY CARE!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok..So maybe I'm not the most caring pharmacist around seeing that I do derive enjoyment from seeing people in pain. God only knows why I am in this course seeing that I'm so bloody sadistic. Probably trying to punish me by telling me &lt;i&gt;"Dear Karen, this job would help you train some empathy and consciousness that you severely lack."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sighs....I seriously&lt;b&gt; NEED &lt;/b&gt;to start studying..Like start dumping those 40 other labels that I seriously couldn't be less bothered unless its for the purpose of decorating a person's birthday gift &lt;i&gt;(they do make darn cool gifts! wahahah..).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Daaaammmmmnnnnn!&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/3217977894894580618-7172217007269894320?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7172217007269894320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7172217007269894320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7172217007269894320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7172217007269894320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/06/rghhhhhhhh-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6739057888481980504</id><published>2010-06-13T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:10:03.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wondered if I picked the correct choice of studying Pharmacy in the first place. Obviously, I do not have any flair for it seeing that I have no "&lt;i&gt;rush&lt;/i&gt;" of adrenaline when I am trying to memorize how "&lt;i&gt;glycerol&lt;/i&gt;" would play such a huge impact on a product's emollient effect. The only time I have a "&lt;i&gt;rush&lt;/i&gt;" is that knowing the amount of Panadol that can kill a person without a person knowing (&lt;i&gt;and no, I am not a serial killer fyi&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I am currently on this mind boggling topic is because the idea of me choosing the wrong course never really did make a huge impact on me (&lt;i&gt;even when I scored distinction for business subjects when I am majoring in Immunology at diploma level or that I am always called upon to help a business student on their work when I'm in health sciences&lt;/i&gt;). However, today's experience really did kind of give me a little "&lt;i&gt;jolt&lt;/i&gt;" of surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was helping one of my housemate who is going to take her final semestral examination paper in business communication tomorrow. She's kind of hyperventilating on the fact that she don't quite understand the subject when she is about to take the paper in less than 12 hours time. So I was called in to help answer her query. I understand at this point, you'll probably be thinking "S&lt;i&gt;o what's the big deal?&lt;/i&gt;". Well the big deal here is, I managed to answer all her questions without looking at her books &lt;b&gt;SPOT ON&lt;/b&gt;. Like &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt;? Cus she was like "&lt;i&gt;OH YES! What you said is also what's written on the book here too!&lt;/i&gt;" I clarified her astounding discovery in a state of awe when I realised it was true. It was as if&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was what I was desperately trying to memorised just barely 15 minutes ago and not on the idea that filtration system consist of a delicate balance of various mind-numbing factors and laws. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adrenaline I felt that surge through my body when I was trying to explain to her just what her subject means and what she is needed to express on her answer booklet tomorrow is oddly indescribable. It's like as if it was a part of me, natural and intertwined. No need for much brain power which currently, my brain felt as if someone force a wrench inside my head and tried to expand my already huge head size when I was trying to force down the concepts of Kozeny-Carmen's law on filtration bed flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me I am on the right track somebody! Cus I am convincing myself that I am taking the correct route so that I can (&lt;i&gt;in the end&lt;/i&gt;) open GlaxoSmithKline no.2 or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh...I need a dose of future here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any crystal balls for rent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-6739057888481980504?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6739057888481980504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6739057888481980504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6739057888481980504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6739057888481980504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-wondered-if-i-picked.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5747143829450624101</id><published>2010-06-10T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:26:08.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calendar Girl - Stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I am lost for a day, try to find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I don't come back, then I won't look behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the things that I thought were so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got harder and harder each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December is darkest and so is June and July &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;But this empty bedroom won't make anything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who waits up for me all through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calendar girl who's in love with the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calendar Girl who's in love with the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt I was dying, as I so often do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I awoke I was sure it was true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran to the window, threw my head to the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And said whoever is up there, please don't let me die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't live forever, I can't always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day I'll be sad on the beach by the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll laugh about all that we've lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calendar Girl who is lost to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Stay Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calendar Girl who is lost to the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Stay Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January, February, March, April, May, I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June, July, August, September, October, I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November, December, and all through the winter, I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&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="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm alive&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/3217977894894580618-5747143829450624101?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5747143829450624101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5747143829450624101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5747143829450624101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5747143829450624101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/06/calendar-girl-stars-if-i-am-lost-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6161513595069204202</id><published>2010-06-08T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:31:59.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/TA5CLt6URgI/AAAAAAAAALU/Nz03s487obs/s1600/examstress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/TA5CLt6URgI/AAAAAAAAALU/Nz03s487obs/s400/examstress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480390565626660354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...so this picture is not exactly thaaattt accurate...For a start, I do have nail clippers and Im one of the few people in the house who bothered about my nails health regularly (due to the amount of training from previous years of looking at microbes..ewww!). I did not drink any alcohol, Im keeping them nice and far away from me...Tv = dvds...but the rest is true..although I do wish I could turn paler..cus Im not pale enough..like seriously...i looked like a lost indian as compared to the rest of my fairer skin housemates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyyy....the stress is getting to me and its not really on my books even. Its like peer pressure kind? That's good I know but its making me having insomnia. Like I feel quite tired in the day sometimes so I supplement by eating chips. When it comes to night I can't really sleep cus whenever I close my eyes, I can see pharmacological filtration system running through my mind. The best part of the whole thing, I can still scold myself for the wrong step in the process! Before I knew it, an hour has already flew by my bed time. Kind of makes me wonder did I sleep just now or was I again in my imaginary world? This vicious cycle repeats like a broken clockwork and I seriously must find a way to stop it. It's soooo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; healthy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I need relaxation and find some way to loose those pent up energy...Im currently watching Dollhouse? It's a good show...ultra good meal companion. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I think Im turning into a hermit soon. It's sucha unexpected character from me. Maybe its the inner me? &lt;i&gt;Waahahahahahah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently this song applies to me now although its not the one that's giving me the earworm in the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Airplanes - BOB. ft Hayley Williams &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &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/3217977894894580618-6161513595069204202?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6161513595069204202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6161513595069204202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6161513595069204202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6161513595069204202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/TA5CLt6URgI/AAAAAAAAALU/Nz03s487obs/s72-c/examstress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6687635514657102507</id><published>2010-05-24T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:23:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.myopera.com/dautaylk/blog/Aloneintherain-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 617px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://files.myopera.com/dautaylk/blog/Aloneintherain-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a house&lt;br /&gt;But can't stay in.&lt;div&gt;Have a home but too far for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a room&lt;br /&gt;But now no longer&lt;br /&gt;Envious of those with rooted destinations&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird to have lost my direction&lt;br /&gt;Then again, where exactly was my capital station?&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be only limitations&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what's my predestination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I plan my June/July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll better start learning the vagabond's way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-6687635514657102507?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6687635514657102507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6687635514657102507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6687635514657102507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6687635514657102507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-house-but-cant-stay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3405028726567603941</id><published>2010-05-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:57:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/1810357551_bd5a27da50.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what I've been trying to do lately. FOCUS on my needs and not my wants. FOCUS that the exams are round the corner...FOCUS that I still have yet to score full marks on those practice quizzes given by my tutorial teachers...FOCUS that I really need to get my butt down on studying and no excuses without having at least an "A" for this semester...FOCUS on what's important....&lt;b&gt;FOCUS KAREN FOCUS! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But why am I feeling so moody and downright &lt;i&gt;SLEEPY&lt;/i&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shucks..I really must think of a way to combat this weather..its &lt;i&gt;KILLING ME&lt;/i&gt;! Not cus its cold (&lt;i&gt;neither do I like that&lt;/i&gt;) but its just &lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; damn good to sleep! Every morning, my bed would go on calling me "&lt;i&gt;Come, Karen, Karen..Come snuggle up and cosy with me! You'll know you'll want me!&lt;/i&gt;" ...while my alarm clock goes "&lt;i&gt;Get your butt off the bed you b*tch! You're are SO damn bloody dead if you don't wake up! %#!$@&lt;/i&gt;"....Well as you can guess, the earlier won cus before I knew it, I was cursing and swearing at myself for waking up 3 hours later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puuurrrffect! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually cancelled today's appointment cus I felt guilty for oversleeping. A round of applause for the outing-crazy girl here please! Ta!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3405028726567603941?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3405028726567603941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3405028726567603941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3405028726567603941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3405028726567603941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/05/focus-thats-what-ive-been-trying-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/1810357551_bd5a27da50_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-8546819864304799491</id><published>2010-05-04T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:35:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homesick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally understood the meaning of "homesick" when I realized that I have been staring dumbly at the image of Singapore skylines from one of the random local drama found on Xin MSN as recommended by my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really hit home was that I was virtually rewinding that image over and over again just to stare at the image of the skylines longer. Visioning of all the places seen in the picture in real life, as if I am virtually walking around the area. Colored images passing through my head like a film, showcasing all the locations with happy memories lurking like a devil in an angel's suit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really unfathomable that one image can actually &lt;i&gt;DO&lt;/i&gt; so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the image, just to fuel in your imagination on what I was staring at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/S-A-QEWTVyI/AAAAAAAAALM/BJjO4S3xEKE/s400/Snapshot+2010-05-04+23-23-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467438393393895202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs..I cant wait for June to come..although its the final exams but I DON'T BLOODY CARE! I'm so sick of staying here! I'm so gona take back what I said 1 month ago about being is Australia is fantastic. Goshhh...and they tell me it would get better with time! Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-8546819864304799491?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/8546819864304799491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=8546819864304799491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8546819864304799491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8546819864304799491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/05/homesick-i-finally-understood-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/S-A-QEWTVyI/AAAAAAAAALM/BJjO4S3xEKE/s72-c/Snapshot+2010-05-04+23-23-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3856982654504945264</id><published>2010-05-02T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:03:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking at the life I could have,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wondering if I've descended onto the wrong step,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curious as to why am I here in this state,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like an empty shell that has been devoured by the sinister of the minds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it me or is it ... what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got no idea what's where or where's what,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I here or am I...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I pondered about what the future lies,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But aren't we doing things meant for the future as envisioned in our minds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I wondered if things were done not at the right time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;However, isn't everything supposed to flow like as if it's written out for you beforetime,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was told there was a reason for everything done and left behind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filled my mind with answers that is logically divine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's more to it I'm sure,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But for now, I'm unsure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3856982654504945264?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3856982654504945264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3856982654504945264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3856982654504945264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3856982654504945264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-at-life-i-could-have-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7417902789254709326</id><published>2010-04-30T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:12:54.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social-shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Social-Shock.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how I feel nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may be wondering what in the world &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; "social-shock". Well my friend, it's the term of having withdrawal symptoms from having not enough "life" in your life. The painful, empty, lonely feeling that kind of caved inside you. Imagine you used to have your life planned up to the 11th hour, rushing around events, outings and gatherings just like the rabbit seen in Alice in Wonderland..then suddenly, like Alice, you fall into a deep black hole but without anyone in a cold dark room with only a window to stare out from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a terrible dream till I realised...It's real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such terrors. My life is now reduced to online catalogue shopping, hunting for the best electric blankets and hoping for people to be free enough to bring me out. Other than that, my books, the dvds, my very busy housemates and the lousy internet is all I have for now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal by Neon Trees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;So take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you're never satisified.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;We're sick like animals&lt;br /&gt;We play pretend&lt;br /&gt;You're just a cannibal&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid I wont get out alive&lt;br /&gt;No I won't sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I want some more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;What are you waitin' for?&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to my heart tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I want some more&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;What are we waitin' for?&lt;br /&gt;What are we waitin' for?&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to my heart tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chemicals kickin' in&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin heavier&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna run and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;I do it every time&lt;br /&gt;You're killin' me now&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be denied by you&lt;br /&gt;The animal inside of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I want some more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;What are you waitin' for?&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to my heart tonight.&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/3217977894894580618-7417902789254709326?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7417902789254709326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7417902789254709326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7417902789254709326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7417902789254709326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/04/social-shock.html' title='social-shock'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7436872006366543034</id><published>2010-04-04T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:14:32.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so surreal…like as if everything for the past 1 and a half months was a dream. So unreal.  I am currently sitting in a room that I have lived the past 10 years or so of my life. It’s so empty yet filled with stuff that is so familiar to me like the back of my hand. I been feeling this weird in-between lives lately. As if I am having three different lives all at once. Is this how schizophrenia felt? Each life, so distinct and unique but yet interconnected. I do feel disorientated at times, as if I was suddenly lost when I pondered what would I be doing if I was living my life in this other city. I guess that’s the problem when you divide your life between three countries all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Singapore for its convenience, the easy reach to my friends and most importantly family and love ones warmth and comfort. They would always be at my fingertips if I need them at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Malaysia for its peace, relaxing environment, easy going nature, a place where anything is possible and the cosy comfort of my tiny family. Close-knitted although separated by circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Australia for its gorgeous scenery, sometimes perfect weather, ultra laidback workstyle and terribly good paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can combine all together in one…when you think of all the positive points, there is always so little of them. However, if you hit on the negative points, the list seems to go on forever. I guess my secondary school Chinese teacher was right all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…the world really isn’t fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-7436872006366543034?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7436872006366543034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7436872006366543034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7436872006366543034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7436872006366543034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-so-surreallike-as-if-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3386596678157125546</id><published>2010-03-22T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:34:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Severe hailstorm batters Perth. The biggest storm to hit Perth in 50 years has caused massive destruction across the city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within a couple of hours of the storm passing through, more than 150,000 homes were without power, residents flooded Fire and Emergency Services helplines desperate for assistance, roads were underwater and traffic in some areas was at a standstill. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost 100 sets of traffic lights were out and planes were stranded at both Perth airports."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451475490668420562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/S6eIE1sKHdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yz2NBgESKNw/s400/IMAG0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's the view from my room window. The best part, I thought it was some mild rain and was pretty happy about it till I realised my bed was 1/4 wet. Puuurrrrrfffeeeccttttt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I guess I was lucky to ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-have no class today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-be in one of the few houses in the whole of perth that is not flooded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-be in oblivion till my housemates banged on my door to ask me to see the double rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The only thing that affected me today was probably the mere 15 minutes blackout that interrupted my cramming for tomorrow's test, making me use my limited time to help my housemate be her "light source" while she cook (oh yes! thank god water and gas is not link to electricity too!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, im definitely enjoying the environment here! Come hail stones the size of golf balls, wind that can give me a 1980s hair makeover, sunshine that made me feel as if I'm a roasting human or people getting drunk and drive straight into a lamp post outside my house causing an immediate front page news death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Indeed, its a &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; exciting 1 month of stay at my hostel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here's a vid showing how fantastically exciting a hail storm can be in Perth:&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT4hA5f6JTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT4hA5f6JTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3386596678157125546?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3386596678157125546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3386596678157125546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3386596678157125546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3386596678157125546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/03/severe-hailstorm-batters-perth.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/S6eIE1sKHdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yz2NBgESKNw/s72-c/IMAG0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5429700059489053535</id><published>2010-03-17T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:34:01.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a in delimma...should I or should I not take the scholarship offered by sg's MOH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-they pay you to study and for your studies..i was told to be about 60000+ a year?&lt;br /&gt;-you are guaranteed a job once your out of sch&lt;br /&gt;-you would have a stable job&lt;br /&gt;-you would be able to enjoy the comfort and warmth of your family and friends&lt;br /&gt;-you are in a place where you grow up in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cons:&lt;br /&gt;-the bond is 6 years. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;-if you dont like the environment, you are dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;-you will get sucky pay of a 2800 if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-that pay probably can't support myself let alone my parents in a long run...&lt;br /&gt;-life is tough in sg cus the working hours is hellish. (you work 22 days in a typical 28 days..norm ppl work 20 days in 28 days)&lt;br /&gt;-long hours at work and its extendable too..without extra pay.&lt;br /&gt;-you get very bad recognition in sg..cus who needs a pharmacist when they have doctors to give them their medicines? We are just like drug sales girl over the counter at shopping centers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a fixed. what really did hit the message home was when lucas ask me "what about us?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a fixed. torn and in a fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-5429700059489053535?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5429700059489053535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5429700059489053535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5429700059489053535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5429700059489053535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-in-delimma.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-736427687083626204</id><published>2010-02-13T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:49:23.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/07/24/article-1201852-05D319AD000005DC-297_634x335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 634px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/07/24/article-1201852-05D319AD000005DC-297_634x335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oops! Time's up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....Or that's for me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally leaving for Australia.... and I &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;caaaaaaaaaannn'tt&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; wait (note: read in between the lines! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I'm not the happiest birdy alive nearing the new year but that doesn't mean I'm not the least glad to be leaving for aus. I'm happy for a change in environment however, it would be fantastic if I could move family, friends and entertainment along too. Oh wait! Isn't that Singapore? Maybe I should try to change my course and go for something less challenging. Staring into microscope and trying to engage cells in an intellecture conversation sounds good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignore me.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just being cranky cus I'm pretty depressed with the living lifestyle over there. Not the least bit in the chinese new year celebration mood. Actually begun to hate the chinese new year..cus every time this festival comes, it means I have to leave all my fun and hide in the countryside. Oh wow! At least I've nature to stare at..woweeeeeeeee!!! &lt;em&gt;-rolleyes-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..I've decided that I don't want anyone to send me off. Yes, not even family cept for my weekday parents cus I need their help to drive my parents and I to the airport. I decided I want nobody (&lt;em&gt;i want nobody, nobody but &lt;u&gt;you!&lt;/u&gt; Ok, double strike that you too&lt;/em&gt;). Including my boyfriend who actually is one of the hardest thing to let go when I'm away &lt;em&gt;(Seeeeeeeee! Sk! I am really true to my words about NO send offs!). &lt;/em&gt;I hope whatever I'm doing here is correct. I'm really not sure...hopefully this will save me some tears and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;perfect!&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-736427687083626204?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/736427687083626204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=736427687083626204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/736427687083626204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/736427687083626204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops-times-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1939844662946413584</id><published>2010-02-01T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:43:04.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As days drew nearer,&lt;br /&gt;My heart gets heavier,&lt;br /&gt;Unexplained sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That makes my brows furrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know what's my tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Till I step out and leave my burrow,&lt;br /&gt;However my heart stops before the next beat follows,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me to much confusion that I wish to bellow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for longterm warmth and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;It is still something of much effort,&lt;br /&gt;Seperated by bounderies and responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;Making reuniting like stars turn pink till eternities,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting the song that struck so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;Putting me into an insane reverie,&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Oh darling, I wish you were here".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1939844662946413584?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1939844662946413584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1939844662946413584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1939844662946413584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1939844662946413584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-days-drew-nearer-my-heart-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5969337458720055665</id><published>2010-01-05T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:24:39.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random mix of posts here..Kind of a photoblog than blog blog. Am too lazy to type so am gona type in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am officially jobless (yay!) for a week before I pop over to help my dad for abit (boo!)&lt;br /&gt;-am super tired due to lack of sleep and too much fun (boo yay?)&lt;br /&gt;-am hankered for a lot of pictures and am super sorry for the backlog of pictures&lt;br /&gt;-am supposed to plan a lot of gatherings bt am too tired and lazy to do so (sorry ppl)&lt;br /&gt;-been to a lot of events lately, too lazy to type so you just have to see the pics&lt;br /&gt;-need to start shopping and preparing for cny, perth sch, relac life&lt;br /&gt;-need to learn how to plan and make full use of my time before I go "oh shit!"&lt;br /&gt;-need you to start seeing the pictures below so I can stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics b4 xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=MyPictures1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/MyPictures1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics during xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=MyPictures-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/MyPictures-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas party at business dev. dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=BusinessDev.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/BusinessDev.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas party at ortho dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Orthopaedicxmas1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Orthopaedicxmas1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas with michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Michellexmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Michellexmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas with wq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=WQxmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/WQxmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas with yating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Yatingxmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Yatingxmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas and new year random pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying of my xmas gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random16.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool macro effect of my xmas gift (thank you lucas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random17.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked jie up from the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Airportjie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Airportjie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao yees bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=XYbday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/XYbday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random guojie outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=GJrandomouting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/GJrandomouting.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beloved clinic people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=OrthopaedicClinic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/OrthopaedicClinic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved hand team (lack a few ppl here thou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=OrthopaedicClinic1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/OrthopaedicClinic1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some office folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Orthopaedicoffice.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Orthopaedicoffice.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and my artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bnw prints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painted this when I was bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely new cameras from mommy dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my solaris exhibit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Random14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Random14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Lucasbday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Lucasbday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas bday treat at sun with moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=babybday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/babybday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Social Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=Lucasdnd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/Lucasdnd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas POP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=lucaspop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/lucaspop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to do all this pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=messeduppicsday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/messeduppicsday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I actually slog through 3 pcs the whole day since 12.30pm till now for these photos...yes..I made my promise and there you are! Hope you like it! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-5969337458720055665?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5969337458720055665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5969337458720055665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5969337458720055665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5969337458720055665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-mix-of-posts-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2225847422312699208</id><published>2010-01-05T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:35:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 2010!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year for a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;A brand new era brings a brand new heart.&lt;br /&gt;A heart with hopes, fears and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A heart that brings joy like cakes and tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this year would be a better year than 2009. For this is the year with big changes for me to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2010! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-2225847422312699208?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2225847422312699208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2225847422312699208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2225847422312699208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2225847422312699208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-brand-new-year-for-brand-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7525346151786096206</id><published>2010-01-04T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:52:55.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/?action=view&amp;current=brunei.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/lostk7/brunei.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sent Lucas off to Brunei. I should be fine at airports since I'm like almost a regular there, what's with shuffling of people to and fro from the airport so often in a year. However, when I was there, I was overcome by a wave of nostalgic. The kind whereby you're caught by surprise at how much it affects you when you're least expecting it. Cus at that time, a thought suddenly came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would it be like when I am here in a month's time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of hit me a bit hard. I wasn't expecting such thoughts to run through my head. It's kind of lucky that I managed to bump into Wenqing there, break the train of thoughts for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 3rd year to Lucas. It would be 3rd year in a few hours time. Have a good and safe trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-7525346151786096206?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7525346151786096206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7525346151786096206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7525346151786096206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7525346151786096206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-sent-lucas-off-to-brunei.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-8851518807925427506</id><published>2009-12-02T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:22:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the depressing posts lately. Not exactly am the most elated person in the world recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gona be one busy and depressing month although I know this should be the happiest month for this last half of the year &lt;em&gt;(next to my birthday that is)&lt;/em&gt;. However, this is a month that brings back the constant pain that plague me since…well, I can’t remember. I understand you’re probably confounded by my constant twirling of subjects without a fix one in mind &lt;em&gt;(cus that’s on purpose..duh!). &lt;/em&gt;So just pardon me for leading you in circles without the end in sight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sometimes, the people whom you grow up with may not necessary be your closest kin. The wall can be so high but yet filled with holes for you to stay somehow... connected.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd..I should be feeling so darn happy this month. What’s with the Christmas spirit in the air, the end is nearing and there’s like a ton of gatherings and parties this month but yet I’m feeling otherwise. I’m almost nearing the spirit of the scrooge instead &lt;em&gt;(not in the sense of monetary but more of the spirit)&lt;/em&gt;! Christmas spirit just ain’t working its magic on me although I’ve already started xmas shopping weeks ago. This ain’t fair! Aren’t it supposed to be “&lt;em&gt;Joy is to one who gives&lt;/em&gt;”? Santa is obviously not working his magic on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ask the lonely&lt;br /&gt;They know the hurting pain&lt;br /&gt;Of losing the love&lt;br /&gt;You can never regain&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young and foolish&lt;br /&gt;Who laugh at love and slowly run away&lt;br /&gt;Confident and sure that fate&lt;br /&gt;Will bring another love their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask the lonely&lt;br /&gt;How vainly a heart can yearn&lt;br /&gt;For losing a love&lt;br /&gt;That will never return&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just ask the lonely, Vonda Shepard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you santa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-8851518807925427506?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/8851518807925427506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=8851518807925427506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8851518807925427506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8851518807925427506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-for-depressing-posts-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6255748582007605425</id><published>2009-11-29T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:21:34.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I'm repeating myself by drowning you guys in self-misery. &lt;em&gt;(It's not that I wanted it! I can't help it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is helping things much although sometimes maybe we should just end it quick and clean. You know, no strings attached kind of thing? I don't know if I can even last that long, this coming 2 weeks seem like hell or something. The worst? I feel like I'm stuck in an hourglass with only occasional visitors at given time. Something much like a jail. Kind of felt like hell with this in-between feeling. Not here, not there. Want things to move forward but hope time can slow down during the desired moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be so lonesome without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;br /&gt;And blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You belong to me, Vonda Shepard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;want/need/wish&lt;/strong&gt; for a perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fat hope.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the deciding factor day. I hope all things turn out well and let it end my torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-6255748582007605425?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/6255748582007605425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=6255748582007605425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6255748582007605425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/6255748582007605425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-i-know-im-repeating-myself-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1916209575668310149</id><published>2009-10-18T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:26:52.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know which is more scary. Time flitting pass like there's no tomorrow or days that drag on till you'll be wondering if Mr clock is even working at all. Weekends are all so surreal. Sometimes I don't even know if I did spent my weekend at all as it felt just like a good dream. Everyday feels like monday. I don't know when time starts and stops anymore. Work is fine, like the process of things but hate the small insignificant androids that kind of ruin things. Do I look like a pushover? Or am I just being too easy and withdrawn? I guess I'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a headache. I don't know what I want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You turn around and life's passed you by&lt;br /&gt;You look to ones you love to ask them why&lt;br /&gt;You look to those you love to justify&lt;br /&gt;You turned around and life's passed you by&lt;br /&gt;Passed you by again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be a hermit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post happier times soon. Like the bintan trip, class gatherings and lomo outings I went recently...  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1916209575668310149?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1916209575668310149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1916209575668310149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1916209575668310149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1916209575668310149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-which-is-more-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7144084318933857278</id><published>2009-09-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:23:17.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Am abit pissed with how my life is going on recently. Makes one wonder if one can choose the life they want, what would they want? For me, I think something simple like &lt;i&gt;security&lt;/i&gt; would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security as in...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;finance&lt;/i&gt; security &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;personal&lt;/i&gt; security&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;inter-relationships&lt;/i&gt; security&lt;br /&gt;- And the most important, &lt;i&gt;emotional&lt;/i&gt; security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, please don't start thinking I'm some insecured freak. I just don't get why some people are just soooo lucky and protected while some of us just get bashed up like a football in a scurry of mad mens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take it as training." That's the best comfort I can give myself. What's a few more years to go &lt;i&gt;(like 80 or something?)&lt;/i&gt; when I've already survived till this very crazy age of 21. Oh gawd, now I really want to cry! Hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Smile and the world smile with you, cry you must but must be with a smile" Mask up everyone! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lucas POP tomorrow. Gosh! I'm so proud of him! Platoon best! Hahahah....I'm soooo surprised! Too bad, the award is not in my name, or I'll be even happier! Muahahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-7144084318933857278?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7144084318933857278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7144084318933857278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7144084318933857278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7144084318933857278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2300730443256206350</id><published>2009-09-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:22:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE PRESENTS, WELL WISHES AND DROPPING BY MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!! (sorry for those that weren't invited as I've got limited space. It's just a tiny gathering with some mates and family. Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have to give my thanks! The presents, cake, events, planning, decorations, food ....were &lt;b&gt;FABULOUS!&lt;/b&gt; Thank you SK, Michelle, Zann and mommy for everything! You guys made all possible! Thank you! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't talk much. Below are some pictures...most are on facebook. Check out my profile or my pictures from there to see more crazy photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before the party...there was the hustle and bustle of decorating in lightning speed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=21stpreps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/21stpreps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party started, presents just kept pouring in showers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=21stpresents.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/21stpresents.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I bought myself a mini (or pocket-bursting-i-have-to-survive-on-purely-bread-and-water-for-a-year) birthday gift for myself..Nevertheless, I never did regret. It was the best investment ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=Appleobsessions.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Appleobsessions.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the cake which I designed in "5" painstaking minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=karens21stbdaycakedraftcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/karens21stbdaycakedraftcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the party continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=eventsduring21st.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/eventsduring21st.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=MyPictures-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point whereby people sleep in odd roasted chicken-like positions...and plastic bags become a fashionable must-have blanket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=sleepingpositions.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/sleepingpositions.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLX...anyway, thanks everyone for making it a blast! Perfect presents, well wishes and everything else! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack: OMG! I'm gona be an aunt soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-2300730443256206350?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2300730443256206350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2300730443256206350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2300730443256206350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2300730443256206350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-everyone-for-presents-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7884616397851000593</id><published>2009-08-23T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:46:01.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late late post...I'm really sorry! Have been tied down with a lot of things lately (g: I just step home from Flavia's 21st bday party?) so hence the late post of my wishlist. Also, I kind of feel bad putting up wishlist. I meean, I really shouldn't be asking for stuff right? Hahahahha...*guilty!* Really sorry to those who need the wishlist since last week. Sorry sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;1) Cash (hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaah)&lt;br /&gt;2) Diana Mini Lomography Camera &lt;br /&gt;3) Lomography Ring Flash&lt;br /&gt;4) Flora Gucci Perfume by Gucci&lt;br /&gt;5) Pilot Frixion Erasable Pen Set (the erasable pens found at major bookstore like AnBC, popular?)&lt;br /&gt;6) Cosina/ Ricoh GR-1 Camera&lt;br /&gt;7) Topshop Vouchers&lt;br /&gt;8) Rubi Shoes Vouchers&lt;br /&gt;9) Fuji Instax/ polaroid films&lt;br /&gt;10) Shopping Centers vouchers (eg: takashimaya, capital land, far east group, etc?)&lt;br /&gt;11) Surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any more...Really running out since line 7 hence the repetitive request..hahahaha...Thanks everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya all next saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-7884616397851000593?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7884616397851000593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7884616397851000593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7884616397851000593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7884616397851000593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-late-late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3638219536803922279</id><published>2009-07-26T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:40:34.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Can love happen between a 25 year old young man and a 45 year old women?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a movie review I did for Stomp (Straits Times Online Mobile Print) so &lt;i&gt;hold&lt;/i&gt; on to your horses everyone! This is not some juicy gossip I'm gona share! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=personal_effects.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/personal_effects.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just in case anyone is wondering what's the movie was about, the title of the movie is "Personal Effects". Starring Ashton Kutcher &lt;i&gt;(swoons)&lt;/i&gt; and Michelle Pfeiffer &lt;i&gt;(lucky lady!)&lt;/i&gt;, this movie is due to screen on the 30th July at SHAW. This story is about how a brutal death of a family member can affect those who were left behind. During the period of mourning and attending trials to convict the respective murderers, Ashton Kutcher met Michelle Pfeiffer and falls in love, healing the wounds of lost, pain and loneliness. This story shows how lives can be so intricately intertwined through the use of similar lost despite being two complete strangers. A good story to watch if you are an art enthusiast who is extremely fascinated by slow arty movies but if you are looking for real time entertainment, you better drop this film like a hot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to my article on STOMP: http://www.youth.sg/content/view/7205/52/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...Have anyone been to ION Orchard yet? Well, I've been to it 3 times this week &lt;i&gt;(no, I don't have a screw loose in my head)&lt;/i&gt;. First was because I had to pass by it on my way to SHAW for my movie premier, second was because I worked late on one of the days hence SK and me decided to pop by ION Orchard for a change of dinner menu since its only a stone throw away from our workplace and lastly was because I went shopping on saturday with a few friends. It was a perfect place to shop initially, then again like all things shiny and new, it became boring after my third visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=ST_IMAGES_NITION1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/ST_IMAGES_NITION1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...THEY HAD RUBI SHOES!!! That's FANTASTIC! Just in case you don't already know what IS Rubi Shoes, they are actually a cotton on spin off for shoes. Dirt cheap shoes, lousy quality but really nice colours! So I ended up getting a shiny magenta and a red suede pair. Love it! &lt;i&gt;(Thank you mummy dearest for the sponsorship!)&lt;/i&gt;. Topshop there was great too as it's like the old Wisma branch, whereby they have the double storey topshop/topman with their own style advisor. As I had to spend my 2 Topshop vouchers, so I ended up doing a quick spree before my movie premier. That was the HAPPIEST day ever! Muahaha...The love for pretty stuff never fails to fascinate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..since we are on the topic of new malls in Orchard, has anyone been to Orchard Central yet? It opened much earlier than ION Orchard but has a lot less publicity. I think that is probably due to the fact that they have lesser up market labels hence the lack of advertising. I guess the only way a mall can really be famous and survive long would be to instill some super up market brands in the shop space, if not they might just fade away like another mid-range mall. Its kind of like how Takashimaya stay alive and kicking in Singapore for so long but not so much for John Little although both are within the illustrious Orchard Road stretch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=Orchard_Central_-_Artists_Impressio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Orchard_Central_-_Artists_Impressio.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me, Orchar Central gives me the impression of a hotel than a mall! Why so, it's because they have SO many sofas &lt;i&gt;(yes, I mean SOFAS. The large kind where people place them in their living rooms?)&lt;/i&gt; that it seemed more like a hotel lobby than a shopping mall! The plus point to that would be that at least tired shoppers get to rest their feet after shopping. That's the main difference between the other malls. Shop wise, nothing fantastic but they do have restaurants that have fantastic views. Fantastic I would say is because the restaurants are all either at level 6 or level 8. That's pretty high up within the Orchard Road stretch of malls. This mall has even a roof garden at level 11 and 12 which is slated to open at the end of the year. That's the real deal I am waiting for as it would really be like The Peak in Hong Kong &lt;i&gt;(not including the fact that is has so many escalators, it should be awarded the award of being the mall that has the most escalators in the world!)&lt;/i&gt;. Perfect view from the heart of Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with one of the views in the restaurants, below are the pictures of the restaurant with the best view in the mall and of course the meal and view that came along with a matching price tag too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=heavensloft.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/heavensloft.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food isn't fantastic but....BEN AND JERRY IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=bnj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/bnj.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some random spamming of Instax before JJ went to camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=MyPictures-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. Gona sleep. This week would be a BUSY week! Gona work during the weekends too! Wanna see me then go to TTSH for the public hand conference this saturday! HAHAHAHAH....TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3638219536803922279?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3638219536803922279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3638219536803922279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3638219536803922279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3638219536803922279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-love-happen-between-25-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3301321162092400882</id><published>2009-07-23T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:15:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so depressed that you lost your sense of direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that happened to me some time back. -smiles at those who are in the same plight at me- Its only now then I appreciate the phrase "home alone" in full. I guess one can feel really alone at home. Then again, what exactly is home? Is home nothing more than a bed and some amenities or should it be categorized as a place where you feel you belong to? If that's the case, home has always been far from the heart. For now, home can only be envisioned through Sims and some occasional holidays. I really wondered how long can one stay away from home before they become really desperate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what IS Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs* ... I'm so moody now that I'm disgusted with myself. Let's just blamed it on the monthly horrible cycle that cripples most girls to bed and misery. Whenever can I become the rock hard solid expressionless/ flexible doll that I yearn to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. I'm too moody to update any updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3301321162092400882?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3301321162092400882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3301321162092400882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3301321162092400882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3301321162092400882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-felt-so-depressed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-7796970836007880661</id><published>2009-07-10T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:59:22.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg..Its been SO long!</title><content type='html'>I've been real caught up with life and such. Like in the past 2 months since I blogged, my sister came back from aussie, my sister's cousin from aussie came for a visit before transiting to Germany to visit her boyfriend, many many many birthdays and gatherings, etc...? It kind of became a scare for me to eat out every night despite the scrumptious spread of food. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gona do a picture blog instead. Getting to be so lazy to type... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported my cousin's band performance at esplanade awhile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=xinminband.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/xinminband.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally graduated from NYP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=grad09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/grad09.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some random photos of my baby cousin using my vivitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=babymichelle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/babymichelle.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Butterfactory with the gang...and bumped into an old schoolmate plus lucas &amp; his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=butterfac.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/butterfac.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some random photos at work with some colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=ttshcoordinators.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/ttshcoordinators.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in this era, the urge for beauty starts real early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=2yeemichelle2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/2yeemichelle2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the many dinners with my cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=kids.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/kids.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instax-whoring with lucas before he loses all his hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=lucasandme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/lucasandme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell party for one of my colleagues at TTSH rooftop garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=food1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/food1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=foodcake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/foodcake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos displaying my sick humour. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=domodisplay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/domodisplay.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Barrage for the 360 project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=CNV0000191-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/CNV0000191-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 360 photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=360proj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/360proj.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing my pedophile ways...the weather was great for taking kids photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=360proj1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/360proj1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that should be all for now...till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-7796970836007880661?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/7796970836007880661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=7796970836007880661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7796970836007880661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/7796970836007880661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgits-been-so-long.html' title='Omg..Its been SO long!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3856561288586976066</id><published>2009-05-19T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:23:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And I thought I would be extremely packed.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337504387971453842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/ShKf9iggk5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kcWvybsqPE4/s400/ttsh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 7 days at TTSH &lt;em&gt;(well, officially today is the 7th day)&lt;/em&gt; was......not very packed. There are times that I am busy, doing stuff and attending meetings. You must be thinking "&lt;em&gt;That's a good thing!&lt;/em&gt;" However when I have completed my work before scheduled, it gets to be a tad of a torture. Weirdly, I still feel guilty although I have already been informed that I would not be packed yet for my first few weeks. I guess maybe I’m a weirdo, either that, I must learn to work in pace with the situations. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good &lt;em&gt;(or should I say bad)&lt;/em&gt; part of this whole stint is that by next week or so, I should officially be &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; busy. By that time, I don't know if I should rejoice in being so busy that I have to grab the legs of Mr Time or should I be in despair that my holidays are already over. It's a tough decision to make. So, for now, I guess I should just enjoy my “&lt;em&gt;Honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;” while I can before I am up to my neck seeing stars. I am soooo looking forward to the weekends! At least this weekend should be fun. I'm gona pop by butterfactory, a nice family dinner and lomo outing. Below is a preview of what we are going to do at the lomo outing. It's quite cool...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg5dNOPJf-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg5dNOPJf-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intending to buy a new lappy cus my current lappy is sick. It just keeps turning off by itself for no apparent reason. It's driving me nuts! Furthermore, I wanna get ready my pc for SIMS 3..its abit insane to buy a lappy to play sims 3 but my current one can't support! That made me real desperate for a new lappy. Now I'm deciding between &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the mac book &lt;em&gt;(the white one&lt;/em&gt;) + 1 netbook or &lt;br /&gt;-1 laptop&lt;em&gt;(windows system, probably Compaq CQ35-115TX or Dell Inspiron 1427 or the 13 series )&lt;/em&gt; + 1 netbook OR &lt;br /&gt;-a very good and light laptop&lt;em&gt; (probably HP DV3-2011 TK or a ASUS lightweight bamboo laptop)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as I need to bring to school hence I was thinking of a net book if I am going to have a heavy laptop or a light laptop. I was thinking of a mac for if I were to really going aussie next year, I wouldn't be able to repair my laptop on the whim hence I was thinking of a mac since it has limited virus. However, with the price of the mac, I can get a better and faster laptop although laptop tend to lag after a year or so. Correct me if I am wrong. *sighs* The problem here is that I don't intend to spend over $2500 so I am on a little tight budget and that I got no idea on which lappy to buy. Any advice anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3856561288586976066?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3856561288586976066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3856561288586976066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3856561288586976066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3856561288586976066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-thought-i-would-be-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/ShKf9iggk5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kcWvybsqPE4/s72-c/ttsh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5073855694098692826</id><published>2009-05-06T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:16:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm gona be the next ninja mask raider!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqhhJb_P3Kk/R3wgQDzEM2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DbvcR3_pFSo/s400/surgical+mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cus I just got a job at Tan Tock Seng Hospital (TTSH). LOLX! So &lt;em&gt;MASK up&lt;/em&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the swine flu protection at hospitals are not as scary as everyone deem TTSH to be. Yes, people are masking up and taking temperatures before they enter into the hospitals ...but its just it! Nothing more than that. At the same time, I totally understand the fear of swine flu and it's deadly effects. However, I feel that so long one has proper immunization, protection, always take note to sneeze onto tissues and wash hands regularly. I don't see why everyone should be so paranoid. This is more of a personal hygiene battle than any others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such poor economic times like this, I am well glad that at least I've got a job. I know that some people view that in such dangerous times, whats with the swine flu going on killing so many people in Mexico and such. One should reject the offer of a job that requires you to travel frequently or even in places where there is a high chance of disease transmission. However, we are now in a "dog eat dog" world. Whereby if you are not willing to perform up to mark, out you go! That's the real world now. Especially so that the economy is at its poorest peak yet, plus with the swine flu, the world really do look quite dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the swine flu fear, apparently there are reports of people getting cured and all. The cause of cure is still unconfirmed but do try to have your flu immunization. That would help in decreasing your chances of getting swine (or maybe help you confirm that you have swine since it's a new strain and all..ahahah). Like I said before, this is more of a personal hygiene battle than any others. I am sure we are much better prepared than the last flu battle ever since the SARS lesson a few years back. So very much like the practices of SARS, it is important to have good personal hygiene like sneezing onto tissues, washing your hands often and making sure that you do not touch your face or your food with bare hands. That way, it would help to decrease the probability of getting infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've gota go now...time to spy on my neighbours with my new supersonic eyes! HAhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-5073855694098692826?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5073855694098692826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5073855694098692826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5073855694098692826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5073855694098692826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-gona-be-next-ninja-mask-raider-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqhhJb_P3Kk/R3wgQDzEM2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DbvcR3_pFSo/s72-c/surgical+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1535094328925315118</id><published>2009-04-29T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:56:27.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel stupid for not applying to NTU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; stupid for in the first place I don't even want to be in NTU! However, after hearing that sooooo many people managed to get into NTU (&lt;em&gt;some with scores lower than mine&lt;/em&gt;). I felt disgrunted that I didn't apply to NTU at all, so that means no acceptance letters for me and I'm floating around like a jellyfish. Exactly what I loathe the most. No job, no Uni acceptance (&lt;em&gt;cus i didn't bloody apply and I feel like beating myself up now&lt;/em&gt;) and floating around like a jellyfish. &lt;em&gt;Total disaster!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only uni I've applied to is NUS and of all the courses I applied for was the course that don't really accept poly students. I previously talked to some NUS pharmacy students (cus &lt;em&gt;they were in my school for attachment&lt;/em&gt;) and they kind of totally cancelled any visions of me in NUS. Despite of that, I still applied for it even though I knew that there was like 0.00001% chance of success. If NUS accepts me into pharmacy. I shall say "I'm disgusted with fashion and I loathe fashion" (&lt;em&gt;and that will never happen cus NUS detest poly students!). &lt;/em&gt;So I guess I shall start saying "Hi aussie! Hi to the land where people sleeps 50% of the time! Hi to slower pace of life! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi, I need to start applying soon if I am going to make it for the next Pharmacy intake. So hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I'm&lt;em&gt; soooo&lt;/em&gt; depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can take comfort now is that I'm sending resumes like it's free (&lt;em&gt;well, technically, it is&lt;/em&gt;), I'm working part time for my dad and I get to enjoy bumming around paid (&lt;em&gt;paid by allowance&lt;/em&gt;). Nevertheless, I found no aim in my life as I really need some sort of light (&lt;em&gt;like perhaps, Hi TTSH! Call me back although I said the wrong stuff during my interview?).&lt;/em&gt; Oh god! Please heeelllpppp meeeeeee! I'm turning insane at home and looking insane when I walk out in the sun (&lt;em&gt;cus I'm all wrapped up like a mummy due to my eyes cant have any UVs&lt;/em&gt;). So whenever will I become sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I need retail therapy. Or some sort of therapy! I shall start drowning myself in revisiting some old stuff that makes me happy. Hahahahaha...Let's start with Balenciaga then Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this season, Balenciaga has a lot of swirlls and pastel colour mix in between serious black and dark blues. A lot of drapes and layering was observed and it really create a nice cool water cascading effect. Quite a different perspective from the rest really. However, like most collection this Fall season, the message was "Power women are kick-ass, we will survive the recession just like the previous times!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyPictures3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs was an interesting sight. It was like a mix between the 80's revival and again, new age power women. Totally awesome. Colours were vibrant and with a mix of neon in between swirls of power black. I guess in recession times like these, fashion tends to signify the trends in the world. So in this case, perhaps he's trying to say there is always light at the end of the dark tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyPictures1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyPictures.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flipping through his collection, I was abit appalled to see this two outfits. It's like a mix between The Hun with Betty Boop thrown in with Mary had a Little Lamb for the first outfit and the Nazi mixed with 80's revival for the second. Totally odd! Then again, I guess that's what makes his outfit stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyPictures2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MyPictures2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call for an interview. Like just, JUST? The worst part of it? I don't even know fully what the job encompasses?! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1535094328925315118?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1535094328925315118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1535094328925315118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1535094328925315118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1535094328925315118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-stupid-for-not-applying-to-ntu.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3060201574131273813</id><published>2009-04-27T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:46:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm having insomnia.........@.@ &lt;-- goggled panda eyes from no sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 598px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jo7lJoQhtjw/SawTYVOLj_I/AAAAAAAAELI/FQNMcATA4ok/s1600/insomnia%2Bcartoon%2Bchruch.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Insomnia: difficulty initiating or/&amp;amp; maintaining sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Due to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;inadequate quality or quantity of sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jet lag, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Changes in shift work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Excessive or unpleasant noise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uncomfortable room temperature (too hot or too cold),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stressful situations in life (exam preparation, unemployment, etc), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Presence of an acute medical or surgical illness or hospitalization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Withdrawal from drug, alcohol, sedative, or stimulant medications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;psychological problems (anxiety, stress, etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Types: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;less than one week = transient insomnia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;between one to three weeks = short-term insomnia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;longer than three weeks = chronic insomnia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; how many kinds of people in the world could have insomnia? I know my mom have it cus of her medicine and medical problems. But &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;? A healthy, 20 odd something in-between (&lt;em&gt;not an adult cus still need parental signatures? not a teen cus am legal to do most sins and get caught officially?)?&lt;/em&gt; It's &lt;em&gt;terrible!&lt;/em&gt; If I don't curb this soon, the next thing you see would be me popping some sleeping pills in exchange for a good night sleep (&lt;em&gt;I wish i could now&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;if not i'll be here every night at this time blogging&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; my sleep! Like really&lt;em&gt; QUICKLY?&lt;/em&gt; Looking from the above, I should be suffering from chronic insomnia that is probably due to stressful situations in life (&lt;em&gt;previously in school&lt;/em&gt;), withdrawal from drug (&lt;em&gt;from previous eye surgery&lt;/em&gt;), stressful situations in life again (&lt;em&gt;am looking for a job now since I can see better so as to remove my boredom and excess energy&lt;/em&gt;) and of course too much sleep + rest. So this means I need to &lt;strong&gt;WORK IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like this poor sod now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.minniepauz.com/insomnia.gif" border="0" /&gt;I've always admired those who can just hit the bed and go snoring into the night without much of a dream or effort? It's sooo blissful! Just lie on the bed and konk out! The next thing that happens would be bird chirping gleefully on your windowsill, calling out to the world in bright sunshine. The ultimate bliss. Something which till date, I can't recall I've ever did managed to get a dreamless sleep before. I did managed to konk out a few times due to sheer tiredness (&lt;em&gt;like juggling more than 10 task at a single time kind of stuff?).&lt;/em&gt; I think I have far too much energy and too wild an imagination hence I'm always dreaming before I even hit the bed, resulting in sleepless nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Google's results to curb insomnia, I have to first remove the underlying worry (&lt;em&gt;which is like so many? I'll start with getting my bum to work!&lt;/em&gt;) then seek for medical or psychiatric&lt;br /&gt;care (&lt;em&gt;and soon you can find a new excuse to tour the woodbridge hospital! How quaint!). &lt;/em&gt;The advices are so okay-helpful only? I'll definitely be working on the underlying cause but for the medical and psychiatric care? That's going&lt;em&gt; faaarrr&lt;/em&gt; off the hook. I'm definitely &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;insane (&lt;em&gt;yes. I'm not kidding, I'm definitely sane! So no woodbridge tours for ya&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Does anyone know of any good ways to sleep better? Like &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fall asleep kind of method???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3217977894894580618-3060201574131273813?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3060201574131273813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3060201574131273813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3060201574131273813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3060201574131273813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-having-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jo7lJoQhtjw/SawTYVOLj_I/AAAAAAAAELI/FQNMcATA4ok/s72-c/insomnia%2Bcartoon%2Bchruch.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-1216587817314592786</id><published>2009-04-23T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:53:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This has got to be the most nerve-wrecking week so far...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I jumbled and made a large mess of my interviews. I don't even know what half the time I was saying throughout the interview. My nerves were like jelly and my brains were like mush. It's just a total mess. I just hope I can pull through them. Oh well, I'll know one of the answers by end of this week. Hopefully the muddle-headed me managed to garner enough impression for them to think "Oh! This girl is not too bad. Why not try her out?". &lt;em&gt;(yes. I'm dreaming!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll jump on to a happier topic. For all the fashionista and branded arm-candy lovers out there. I've stumbled onto Rebonz &lt;em&gt;(pronounced as Ribbon)&lt;/em&gt;, an exclusive "Members Only" online shop that does exclusive sample sales &lt;em&gt;(sample sales are sales of luxury goods at a fraction of the cost!)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/SbUyTiQefLI/AAAAAAAAIek/3SX_-ZpCoPQ/s400/reebonz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/SbUyTiQefLI/AAAAAAAAIek/3SX_-ZpCoPQ/s400/reebonz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for all the fashion enthusiast out there who yearns to have a nice arm candy around your shoulders. Do check out Rebonz for a more affordable way to achieve such arm candy. They hold online sample sales of sometimes up to 70% off for a limited period of maybe 2 days maximum. Unlike the original sample sales whereby you have to track down some weird address and end up getting lost without buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an online sample sale store, Rebonz, helped to avoid such trouble, allowing you to view and buy the items in the luxury of your own home AND help to mail them to your doorstep. Such good service right? Saves you the hassle of carrying large carriers filled with your precious goodies while providing you to shop at a luxury pace at home. Some of the brands they carry are like Marc by Marc Jacobs, La Perla, Miu Miu, Gucci, alldressedup, Givenchy, Roberto Cavalli and more. The site is updated frequently and each sales do not last long (&lt;em&gt;like 2 days max?)&lt;/em&gt; so you must try to check the site reguarly for really good grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by now you must be wondering "So is the stuff sold real?". I can't really assure you but I've googled and did some research and found out that Straits Times did write some articles on them. So I guess the stuff should be quite genuine. Then again, like all online stuff, there is always a certain risk but once you'll receive them you'll be like "Omg! I just saw love! It's great! It's great! It's nice sparkly, hassle-free and CHEAPER than retail stores!!!!". Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you got lost up there thinking "So how do I join Rebonz since it's a Members Only shop?". Fret not! I've an invitation prepared just for you! Click "&lt;a href="http://www.reebonz.com/member_invite/kuirky"&gt;I want to join Rebonz now to enjoy up to 70% off branded goods!" &lt;/a&gt;and ta daaaaaa..you're invited by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-1216587817314592786?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/1216587817314592786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=1216587817314592786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1216587817314592786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/1216587817314592786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-has-got-to-be-most-nerve-wrecking.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/SbUyTiQefLI/AAAAAAAAIek/3SX_-ZpCoPQ/s72-c/reebonz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-8585773086851427779</id><published>2009-04-18T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:30:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated birthday to SK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of terrible as a friend to celebrate for a good friend's birthday late. However, due to my poor sight, they all sweetly sacrificed and celebrated later &lt;em&gt;(such great friends! =D). &lt;/em&gt;So to make the day more special, we went to a Korean restaurant at Suntec called Shillawon and then proceed for some drinks at Orgo - the new kid on the block!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shillawon was good. If you order the buffet set (which is $13.90 on weekdays and $19.90 on weekends), it is super worth it cus you can order everything on the buffet menu for as much as you can eat. Kind of like a more high class Seoul Garden? Whereby people serve you your orders instead of you going to the aisle and pick the food. If you choose to order the ala carte meals instead, there are people standing by your barbecue pan, serving and barbecuing your food for you. It's kind of cool. However, food wise, it was not very interesting and not much worth to mention except for the soups which are quite good. Anyway, at the end of the story, SK was pretty happy with her dinner party and that's the most important thing for the organisers to know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=SKbday09collage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/SKbday09collage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=SKbday09shillawon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/SKbday09shillawon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Shillawon, we proceed to Orgo. The new bar at the Esplanade roof that serves their speciality fruit daiquiris, margaritas and martinis. Apparently they only have Japanese bartenders &lt;em&gt;(for which I did not managed to clarify)&lt;/em&gt; and they are promoting fruit liquors as their main drinks. The bar has great view of the Singapore city skylines. Very much like drinking in the Singapore Flyer capsule except that you are not moving and that you do not need to pay $25 to sit inside the capsule to enjoy the view. Orgo is a place more for chilling out and catching up with your friends then a place to party. Like I said before, it's pretty new so there aren't many people lounging around the area. It can get kind of cosy especially if you have more than 8 friends with you for then which you are entitled to sit inside one of their air-conditioned glass rooms filled with plushed sofas and gorgeous chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=SKbday09orgocollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/SKbday09orgocollage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gota go. Do check out the places mentioned if you have the time. Especially Orgo for a nice chill out location. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-8585773086851427779?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/8585773086851427779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=8585773086851427779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8585773086851427779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/8585773086851427779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-belated-birthday-to-sk-its-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-4174037739269133172</id><published>2009-04-17T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:29:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uniqlo @ Tampines T1 - exactly 1 week later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines with Guojie yesterday for me to check out what Tampines Malls got to offer and for Guojie to check out Uniqlo again &lt;em&gt;(that guy just couldn't get enough of their basics! Lolx)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having shopped Tampines properly this time, I realised that the malls at Tampines isn't all that crowded and big. It's only the new mall that is crowded that's all. Well, I guess it can't be helped cus its so sparkly and nice &lt;em&gt;(like all new things)&lt;/em&gt; and that they have Topshop, Topman, Dorothy Perkins, Diva and such. Kind of self-sufficient? They have this very interesting shop called Urban Write located at the basement of T1. It's a mixed between Art Friend, Made With Love and AnBC, selling really smashing and attractive stationery. It's quite an interesting place to check out. Definitely one of the better stores at Tampines T1 mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=Urbanwriteattampinescollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Urbanwriteattampinescollage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next great store to check out would be Manpuku, a Japanese restaurant by Ajisen Holdings. Their concept is very much like Marche, use of the card system instead of real cash &lt;em&gt;(that's so much more hygienic and of cus more cash ripping for you'll just swipe, swipe, swipe till you realised "Oh! I've spent a $100 bucks here!" then it would be far too late..hahaha). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=Manpukucollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Manpukucollage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there isn't fantastic but they have very good and unique food concept that can only be found at Manpuku. One of them is the Unagi wrapped sushi. Very special! They come in Tempura prawns too. Taste seriously good! The next would be their cakes...oh myy! Their tart-like cakes are &lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/strong&gt; mouth watering. Just by looking at it will make your mouth water. Take a look at the picture below if you don't believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=cakes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just simply mouth watering right? It taste seriously good and it runs out very fast too. By the time I went there, there was hardly any tarts left. It's a super good place for a sinful time. Great place to stuff yourself silly with quirky Japanese food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case for those that are wondering about Uniqlo's queue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;current=uniqlo-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! It's still as long as ever! Some says it's more like a publicity gimmick than real support for the store. It's like "Wow! look at the queue! Let's go check it out too!" kind of pull that makes people want to check the store out. There is obviously a lot of space for many more to enter but the sales personnel at the door just refuse to allow the stated amount to enter. So I really felt its kind of a gimmick than the real deal cus there are a lot more people walking out of the store empty handed than the ones that are spotted carrying the carrier bags. Just to update, Uniqlo just restock their stocks. For those that want some items that do not have their size, do check out around this time before it runs out again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gota go! Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-4174037739269133172?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/4174037739269133172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=4174037739269133172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4174037739269133172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/4174037739269133172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniqlo-tampines-t1-exactly-1-week-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-5146089074356186808</id><published>2009-04-12T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:17:09.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should you be brave and step out of your comfort zone to reach for your dreams or should you just stay in your comfort zone and maintain where you are comfortable, staring at your dreams from afar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which should you do? Or to be exact, which should &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a few moments ago, part of me got bewitched by the devil making me think that it was actually possible for me to join the magazine circle. It wasn't till &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I finished sending a job application for Catalog (&lt;em&gt;this new spanking magazine that is very much like Juice but with better fashion spreads)&lt;/em&gt; and was about to gear up to send &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;application to SPH magazine was then my courage failed me. *Sighs* Talked about waking up to reality. HA! That was the point when I started thinking about if I am willing or daring enough to step out of my comfort zone. I've been in science for the past three years of my life despite parts of me dying to get into the media limelight. After being denied the possibility of my dreams for so long, it kind of seem &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt; to even try to reach for a dream that was long termed as "&lt;em&gt;impossible!&lt;/em&gt;". So what exactly should I do? Well, whatever it may seemed to be. For now, I can only quote from a famous song from Moulein Rouge ...."&lt;em&gt;Come what may&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough about my muddled sorry plight, yesterday I just went to catch &lt;strong&gt;Fast and Furious 4&lt;/strong&gt;. A good show. Like seriously. I've caught all the sequel so it only made sense that I catch the latest too right? Like the rest of the series, it's a fast moving movie packed with hot babes, rockin' bad ass songs, fast cars, quick cash and hot cool guys. Love the cars especially! Babes aren't big in this episode but the girl on the right in poster below is so &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;! Like seriously! (&lt;em&gt;I'm not a lesbian by the way!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUBIkPIHajk/SZlAhwHbnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G3TZRKD2UmQ/s400/Fast+and"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUBIkPIHajk/SZlAhwHbnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G3TZRKD2UmQ/s400/Fast+and" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a preview if you need any more convincing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfWQIz_UVHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfWQIz_UVHQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of this show, I ran in the rain from Takashimaya to Cineleisure Orchard after my eye checkup just to reach the cinema on time. &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;because of that friggin' &lt;strong&gt;HORRID&lt;/strong&gt; rain (&lt;em&gt;it was like raining cats and dogs, something that looked like what the end of the world kind of rain would looked like?),&lt;/em&gt; my brand new H&amp;amp;M white top was &lt;strong&gt;STAINED BLUE&lt;/strong&gt; by my cardigan (&lt;em&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; not a fashion statement!&lt;/em&gt;) I was practically squeezing water out from my top, cardigan, patent leggings and heels. It was horrendous! Like a total nightmare! To think I ran with a brolly with Lucas and still got 3/4 of ourselves dripping wet like a chicken in a chicken soup. Thank god the cinema wasn't cold or I'll have yesterday termed as the worse nightmare of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gota go. Hopefully TaTa can do miracles to my precious top or I'll just go balistic. Thank god! At least my eyes were dry as a fig! Gona go check out the new bar at esplanade soon! I'll update later. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: One more thing I've forgotten to mention. Do check out the Fish &amp;amp; Co at Hereens. They have smashing imported cakes! It's absolutely yummy! (&lt;em&gt;terrible pictures from my mobile again. Sorry!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cake1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/cake1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cakeupclose.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/cakeupclose.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&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/3217977894894580618-5146089074356186808?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/5146089074356186808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=5146089074356186808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5146089074356186808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/5146089074356186808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-you-be-brave-and-step-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUBIkPIHajk/SZlAhwHbnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G3TZRKD2UmQ/s72-c/Fast+and' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-242402810197279991</id><published>2009-04-09T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:50:10.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOOOOOOOOO DISSAPOINTED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my visit to Uniqlo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really, really, &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my extreme enthusiasm despite my poor eyesight, I still trudged my way to Tampines (&lt;em&gt;that's a good 1 hour journey by the way!&lt;/em&gt;) just to visit Uniqlo's first store in Singapore. I was quite shocked to see throngs and throngs of people at Tampines (&lt;em&gt;yes, I seldom visit either ends of Singapore shopping delights. I can count the amount of visits with 1 hand&lt;/em&gt;). It's almost like little india on Saturdays or the great Robinson 90% sale? It's sooooo crowded and plus with my poor visibility, I can hardly spot Yating when I went to meet up with her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my disappointment with Uniqlo, I queued approximately &lt;strong&gt;20 MINUTES&lt;/strong&gt; just to get into the store. Ok, so it's their first store and they have a LOT of hype but....&lt;em&gt;20 minutes&lt;/em&gt;? It's insane!!! Sample sale in Hong Kong don't even garner that much support despite them being so much more worth it than my visit to Uniqlo's today. So like every single dodo bird that tried entering Uniqlo today, I queued together with what seem like 1/10 of Tampines T1 crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-sign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Yating and I thought the queue was quite reasonable seeing the amount of hype on Uniqlo's first store. So this large amount of people queuing up? That's actually quite fine. We tried entertaining ourselves with a flyer my friend (&lt;em&gt;amazingly, I managed to bump into a school friend there!)&lt;/em&gt; was passing to the crowds, trying to increase the enthusiasm of being so near to entering Uniqlo's first Singapore store.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-offers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-offers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-offers2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-offers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it would be quite a fast wait. Like its no big deal. What's a 10 minutes wait as compared to waiting for so long for Uniqlo to arrive in Singapore but I was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; wrong! Apparently, my friend told me that the crowd has been like this &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; since he started work at 6am today. That's like insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-friend.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse was that the queue do not only make a loop round the toilet but TWO loops instead! One round the toilet, the other round the emergency escape stairways! So it started with like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-insane1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-insane1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-insane2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-insane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-insane3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-insane3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND finally out from the emergency stairways and back to the first loop again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-insane4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-insane4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before&lt;/em&gt; we can enter the shop. &lt;em&gt;Ta daaaaaaaa....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-shop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last! I was actually still quite excited despite the&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt; long wait but to my huge dismay, the clothes were strewn all over like a lousy sale in a pasar malam! Everything looked &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; messy and unorganized. I can hardly bring myself to buy anything. To think that I was so determine to buy at least &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; item as since I queued up for so friggin long but I just can't seem to bring myself to buy anything! Out of desperation, I nearly did a mistake of buying a pink brolly which I don't need. So Yating and I ended up leaving the store with a heavy heart after much discussion over the clothes. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, for the reviews on Uniqlo's clothes batch in Singapore. It's like Giordano, Cotton On and a bit of Topshop combined. Prices aren't fantastic unless you like a good romp around the discount bin. Other than that, Their opening sales didn't exactly "wow" me. Work shirts at $49.90? Tanks at $14.90 - $29.90? Jeans at a discounted rate of $49.90? Not fantastically cheap and some items can be bought at your neighbourhood Giordano at cheaper rates. For a good buy, I would recommend the jeans and the blazers? They are made really well and is quite fashion forward. Other than that, I can't really say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least all was not lost. We had our share of Uniqlo's when we went to Hong Kong a few weeks back. The Uniqlo at Hong Kong have so much more variety! I left with a comforted heart that probably no one in Singapore would have the same batch of Unqlo's as I did. To at least make my very long trip worthwhile, I end up crashing Topshop for some retail therapy and got a this ultra cute colourblock toga tunic...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo-topshop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo-topshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I came home happy? Hahahahha....Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the bad pictures, I forgot to bring my camera today so these pictures are actually from my handphone. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-242402810197279991?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/242402810197279991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=242402810197279991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/242402810197279991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/242402810197279991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sooooooooo-dissapointed-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-3049560788106281295</id><published>2009-04-08T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:02:19.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg..Omg! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE MORE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.uniqlo.sg/index.html"&gt;Uniqlo's&lt;/a&gt; Opening day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uniqlo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/uniqlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day and I can't go out, getting all crazy over Uniqlo! The only comfort I had is probably when I went Hong Kong a few weeks back, I managed to grab as many Uniqlo and H&amp;amp;M stuff when I was there (&lt;em&gt;well, that's one of my reasons for going there anyway..hahaha&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ads from Uniqlo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Uniqlo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Uniqlo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. For those who do not know what or who is Uniqlo. Well, they are a mid-priced Japanese fashion retail giant that sells trendy, fashion-forward clothing that are sometimes designed by famous fashion designers. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes anyway!&lt;/em&gt; Like &lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/us/#/startns/"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt;, one of the largest hottest Swedish clothing company that is known for its affordable fashion forward clothing with some designers designed clothings popping over there for them (&lt;em&gt;eg: Karl Lagerfeld from Chanel for H&amp;amp;M?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! &lt;/em&gt;Did I mention that &lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; H&amp;amp;M and Uniqlo is stated to have shops opening at Ion Orchard (&lt;em&gt;the new mall next to Wisma Atria that is now under construction?).&lt;/em&gt; Ion Orchard is stated to open in July so that means &lt;strong&gt;3 MORE&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;or 2&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;months &lt;/strong&gt;to go!!! Yay! More shops!!! Well, initially H&amp;amp;M was stated to open at the same time with Banana Republic (&lt;em&gt;which is currently residing now at Paragon for quite a long time now&lt;/em&gt;) but apparently with some change of plans, they are only opening later. Oh well, better late than never right?! -&lt;em&gt;screams in glee!&lt;/em&gt;- Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HM.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/HM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are extremely popular with the fashion conscious and the trendy while being affordable for the masses. Kind of like Zara and Topshop? Prices are around the same too with exception to perhaps Uniqlo, their men's shirts are much cheaper and with better quality. Then again, I can't say much for the Singapore's branch for its a partnership with Wing Tai Asia = may mark up for profits? For the information that I have now, their Polo tops are priced at $29.90 while their Jeans are priced at $69.90. So it's kind of affordable in terms of Singapore's clothing price range. Cheaper than the usual Zara, Topshop and Selfridge anyway! Their clothing quality is seriously quite good, I've personally owned some of them so I can totally vouch for it. I will check it out myself soon and try to convince my eyes to heal quickly (&lt;em&gt;I did epi-lasik last week, so I am not scheduled to see properly till like....3 months later? Kind of like a blind bat typing furiously away on the PC?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my poor plight (&lt;em&gt;cus if I were to go on, I might start drowning myself in self-pity - eg: I just threw away a TTSH interview and told Covance that I can't start work immediately because I can't see very well yet? Felt suicidal after that. LOLX&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with you soon if I do get the allowance (&lt;em&gt;not in terms of $monetary$&lt;/em&gt;) to get out of the house and see some pretty clothes. OH myyyyy....I'm getting all dusty already from staying at home all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-3049560788106281295?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/3049560788106281295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=3049560788106281295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3049560788106281295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/3049560788106281295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-2032174975573498221</id><published>2009-03-30T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:06:13.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It didn't really occur to me that I do not have any comments toolbar at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, that's after a reminder from Lucas &lt;em&gt;(Thanks!). &lt;/em&gt;After much toggling with the blog's HTML and many references from blogskins....&lt;strong&gt;TADAAA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Here's the comments toolbar at the bottem! &lt;em&gt;(Yay!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going back to the main reason for blogging...Again, I will have to dissapoint you by multi-posting. I just can't seem to find time to blog singularly! I don't know why! I always envied those who lived by their blogs, able to blog a single post everytime something come popping up their minds. Lucky people! I really do need 48 hours after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, I've sold my LCA! &lt;em&gt;(Hurray -claps claps-)&lt;/em&gt; Although I managed to get my LCA to a nice new home a few days back but a part of me misses it already! Actually, I started missing it once I handled over my LCA to the new owner. &lt;em&gt;*sighs* &lt;/em&gt;But I seriously should not hold on to it anymore! Or so the logical person in me says so...why? Cus its...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-too high maintenance &lt;em&gt;(have to keep retuning it, cleaning it = $$$$$$$)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to keep it in a super dry box &lt;em&gt;(any moisture might just spoil it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've got far too many cameras &lt;em&gt;(and its impossible to ship all over to aussie next year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's heavy&lt;br /&gt;-I can't calculate how far 0.8m or any other distances perfectly hence = bad pictures&lt;br /&gt;-I'm missing my LCA already! &lt;em&gt;(ok, this is not in one of the logical reasons!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighs*....&lt;/em&gt;So now I am actually looking for a replacement and I don't know if its a correct decision to buy a Blackbird Fly or a Diana. This suck. I need a camera that can shoot both night and day without the need for a flash &lt;em&gt;(That's virtually impossible for a film camera I know...). &lt;/em&gt;Just in case you are wondering why on earth do I want a Blackbird Fly or a Diana. The reason is because I've always been lusting over the Blackbird Fly for it can give square format pictures as well as the usual rectangular pictures with the use of a 35mm film &lt;em&gt;(Just in case I'm speaking greek to you, 35mm film is the usual film you buy in stores).&lt;/em&gt; Below is some pictures of the Blackbird Fly and the pictures it can produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blackbirdfly.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/blackbirdfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Diana, the reason would be because Lomography.com just release an Instant Back for it. The Instant Back allows Diana to be able to produce instant pictures with the use of Fuji Instax. It's insanely addictive! Below is the Diana which I want to get &lt;em&gt;(Mr Pink version!)&lt;/em&gt; and the instant back...together they give you &lt;strong&gt;ADDICTIVE PICTURES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Diana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggg...I'm going weak at the knees just thinking of these two cameras! However, it is sooo not feasible for me to buy them at all seeing that I am not working = no pay = no $$$ = no camera. These are all very expensive hobby so I should just keep building my $$ nest and hopefully, perhaps one day, my conscience fail me causing me to rush out, buying one of each camera impulsively &lt;em&gt;(that's almost impossible!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to move slightly back down to earth, here's the last roll of pictures I took using my LCA before it was sold away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LCA.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/LCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LCA1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/LCA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, is Gary's birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated his birthday on saturday, the usual homely affair whereby the adults would play majong and sing KTV while my usual kids clique would huddle in Gary's room to play all sorts of weird games, stuffing junk and watching online movie streaming till all of us konk out &lt;em&gt;(that would be near 2am already). &lt;/em&gt;The funny part of the day would be when Gary was trying to cut his cake. Apparently Swenson forgotten to provide a plastic knife for the ice-cream cake so he ended up using a chopper to cut his cake &lt;em&gt;(seeing that its near rock-hard! Hahaha).&lt;/em&gt; Here's some pictures for your viewing pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, would be my visit to Christian Lacroix Exhibition @ the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nationalmuseum.sg"&gt;National Museum of Singapore.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nationalmuseum.sg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For your info, just in case you can't pronounce the Lacroix like me. It's pronouced as La-Kua for its a french name. I learnt it after watching many re-runs of his documentary in the museum!)&lt;/em&gt; Guojie kindly agreed to accompany me to the Museum for this exhibition. Luckily! If not, its really hard to find like-minded, fashion and museum loving people to go to this exhibition with me. Most of the people I know would probably fall asleep halfway through the first half of the museum visit. So thank god for like-minded friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition was really fun. There are like 7-9 sets of costumes on display. Some from plays and operas like the reknown Romeo and Juliet, Othello and Carmen. The walls are lined with his sketches, corners of the room are littered with plush victorian styled chairs, the pseudo walls that cover the center of the room are exhibition of his costumes from the various plays and in the center of the room, it is filled with costumes with videos of the various plays playing on repeat mode in the backdrop of the room. The most amazing thing in the whole exhibition would be the rotating ballerina costumes that hung floating on the celling in the center of the room and the dressing table to learn more about operas and dressing up! That is really a sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit this exhibition if you have the time, it is only for a limited period only. It is on exhibition from 20 March to 14 June 2009, opening hours would be from 10am to 8pm. Entry fees are S$8 for Adults, S$4 for Senior (above 60 years old) &amp;amp; NSF. It is free for all students with a student pass and children under 6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Christian Lacroix exhibition, we went on to the next room which is some German architecture exhibition on display. Admission is free for this one, so lucky us! They have some pretty interesting concept like the anti-theft rotating doors, linked chairs, art in a box, floating weird looking boats and the conjoined cups &lt;em&gt;(my favourite! You can see in the picture below).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the weird looking boat that look dangerous enough to capsize if placed on any river. However, I may be wrong seeing that there's a video to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the German architecture exhibition, we went on to the in-house exhibition. This is divided into four categories: Film, Photography, Fashion and Food. For the film exhibition, you may get quite a slight chill when you enter as it is all dark and gloomy filled with strangely scary old movie posters at the entrance. However, upon stepping into the light at the end of the entrance, you'll be wowed by what you'll see. Inside, it is filled with three huge movie screens playing a single movie simultaneously. The area is filled with film artefacts ranging from Malay to Chinese films. It's quite a nice area to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photography exhibition, the area is lined with old photographs and plasma TVs showing old photographs and stories of the old photographs. This exhibition is strangely dissapointing as compared with the rest. There just isn't enough old artefacts to wow the audience although it was very nicely furnished. However, the cameras there did amuse me as these are the cameras which I am now so much into. So old school! I'm actually owning antiques! Apparently 110 films and half-frame format goes a long way back and I don't even know about it until recently. I know it is old and limited in collection but what I didn't know was that it was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; old &lt;em&gt;(as in the pre-war kind of old, old?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fashion exhibition, it was quite interesting. There are clothes and items that are used to create the current "look" at that time on exhibit. Clothes ranging from the olden pre-war period to the ah-go-go era (dresses that look like what Daphne from Scooby Doo would wear!). It's so going back to the past and suitable to bring your parents to. Memories revival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroixfashion.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroixfashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last exhibition, the Food category, I was quite dissapointed that the area did not smell like food. I was expecting it to smell great seeing that it IS supposed to be a food exhibition, very much like a food fair kind of thing? Well, I did eventually get to smell some food-related smell at the end of the room which was filled with pots and pots of scents from different herbs. It's quite interesting. A tip to note: Never, Never, Never smell the pepper pot as it would make your nose tickle like crap. Hahaha...Entry is free for all the in-house exhibition from 6pm onwards. So do drop by if you have nothing to do or have no cash for other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christianlacroix7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/christianlacroix7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, would be Wenqing's Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really quite sorry for not being able to attend her birthday. Her birthday is kind of like the event to go to? She's invited like 50 odd friends from a mix of secondary school and poly. I doubt I'll invite that many although it's also my 21st too. Oh well! So I ended up meeting her recently to pass her her birthday present which I bought from &lt;a href="http://www.woodwould.net/"&gt;Wood Would&lt;/a&gt; (quite an interesting place. Do check it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around town area, exploring more places for possible birthday presents for her so she can put it on her wishlist. In the spur of the moment, we bought two kinder surprise to perk us up during the long walks. Such cute sentimental stuff! It really do brings back memories. However its really a pity that they are going to stop the old kinder surprise with the formation of the new ones called kinder joy. The old ones are still so much better and original than the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toy is the man that changes eyes. Hahaha..so blythe! &lt;em&gt;(my doll that can change eyes too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=digital.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/digital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last in line of today's post would be about the movie: Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Isla_Fisher_in_Confessions_of_a_Sho.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/Isla_Fisher_in_Confessions_of_a_Sho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is &lt;strong&gt;FAB&lt;/strong&gt;! Like seriously &lt;strong&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/strong&gt;! I was laughing, shouting in glee, screaming in delight and excitment all at the same time &lt;em&gt;(and this has nothing to do with sitting in a rollercoaster).&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; chick-flick to watch of all times. Actually, &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; perfect chick-flick in all my chick-flick watching histories. &lt;strong&gt;A MUST-WATCH!&lt;/strong&gt; I can just watch this show a &lt;strong&gt;MILLION&lt;/strong&gt; times! Although some parts changed &lt;em&gt;(or maybe I've forgotten that it was even in the book seeing that I was the mad girl that was laughing out aloud during silent reading, reading the series eons back in secondary school...awww..now I feel ancient!)&lt;/em&gt;, I still love the movie anyway. Do watch it! Like &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; right &lt;strong&gt;NOW!!!???&lt;/strong&gt; The perfect show to lift your mood up be you a guy or a girl. A must watch for every fashionista! You can soooo totally relate yourself into the movie! Loved the animated manniquin! The &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; chick-flick &lt;strong&gt;EVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(you'll regret if you never catch this show this year!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to end this already. Have to get up bright and early tomorrow! Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandgachapon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/meandgachapon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top: Uniqlo, Jeans: Selfridge, Shoes: Charles &amp;amp; Keith, Bag: Porter, Watch: DKNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217977894894580618-2032174975573498221?l=kuirkyfied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/feeds/2032174975573498221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3217977894894580618&amp;postID=2032174975573498221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2032174975573498221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217977894894580618/posts/default/2032174975573498221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuirkyfied.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-didnt-really-occur-to-me-that-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217977894894580618.post-6090755395740429823</id><published>2009-03-23T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:23:37.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've MOVED!</title><content type='html'>I've moved...Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably think like "Why blogger again? Since you're moving, why not move TOTALLY!" Well that's cus' after trying out various blog sites like wordpress, Livejournal and etc...I still prefer blogger &lt;em&gt;(cus its stinky-ly easy to use! Or either that, I'm just used to it.)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, one thing that made a huge difference which you would probably have notice is my template and my blog name. After toiling for the whole afternoon, reading alien-like language of html code, I finally managed to customised it &lt;strong&gt;MY Way&lt;/strong&gt;. Like &lt;em&gt;Finally! &lt;/em&gt;For the blog name, it was done by first fusing "Karen" and "quirky", forming "Kuirky" and as I wanna make it an adjective &lt;em&gt;(very much so like "terriFIED")&lt;/em&gt; so hence it forms as "Kuirkyfied". So hope you like the latest "look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, I shall start blogging the many post which I have neglected for some time...I'll start with the earliest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Contes D'Hoffman play @ Esplanade 2009 -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A french play of romance, treachery and betrayal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice feeling to see a play again after so long. The set was beautiful although I was quite disappointed with the performance &lt;em&gt;(where's the drama people!)&lt;/em&gt; and some costumes. Otherwise, the actors were superb! The lady who played Olympia had a wonderful voice. She really can hit all the notes! I am really, really surprised! However, I was quite disappointed by Stella and Antonia as I expected them to be prettier and with a more gorgeous voice than Olympia. Luckily the catchy song rhymes and tunes make up for the disappointment. Among all the characters in the play, I kind of pity the Muse as she tried so hard to be there for the artist but with failed efforts as the artist will never love her back. Kind of breaks my heart to see her trying so hard. There was apparently some mispronunciation too as there were some french people chuckling during some parts where it was supposed to be quite sad. Kind of made it weird to sit in. Hahahaha....There was also some parts at the end whereby the translated words did not show, so I ended up guessing the story by reading the gestures and the tune of the song. On the overall, the show was not too bad. I was quite pleased with the play. I can't wait to go for my next play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lescontescollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/lescontescollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom 2009 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the day where we would oddly say "The last time we'll see each other for quite some time and the first time seeing each other dressed up to the nines."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of odd seeing people whom you normally associate with jeans, t-shirts and flip flops to be in dresses, heels, ties, pants, glittery makeup &amp;amp; hair and even gowns! Such mind a boogling sight, changing one's perception about people. Suddenly everyone looks so much nicer, prettier, cuter, etc, without the stress and worries of books and projects. Everyone seem so at ease though there were awkward times but that was replaced by the excellent MCs and event programming. Good job to the SCL club! I am proud that I was once a member there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the prom, what's a party without a "after" party! My class didn't join the rest of the cohort to drink at clarke quay as we actually wanted to wait for one of our classmates who -unfortunately- unable to join us as he was working at the IT fair late. However, we did managed to get a mini after-party although the group dwindled down to a mere 4 after the long trek to esplanade &lt;em&gt;(we took the long walk as we ventured into the wrong direction).&lt;/em&gt; At least the walk was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=afterprom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/afterprom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JJ's birthday 2009 @ Sun With Moon (Chijmes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated JJ's birthday at Sun With Moon. It was quite heartwarming hearing those birthday wishes. I hope to be able to keep up with the celebrations every year too but I guess it's quite impossible for me seeing that I would be away next year. However, I really hope you guys would still continue this practice. It would be nice. The food was good &lt;em&gt;(as usual)&lt;/em&gt; although I was a little disappointed with my pork cutlet as it was so tough. So for people with dentures, it is well advised to not order the same pork cutlet as I did or you'll probably have to minced it before chewing or something. Sk's sushi and chicken with egg set was I think by far, the best among the rest. Then again, I can't give a good judgement as I never did try the boys beef set. Prices were moderate but if you are on a budget and yet you want to try Sun with Moon, do try to visit the restaurant during the afternoon as the prices are much cheaper than those of at night although the food they serve are of the exact same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jjbday2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/jjbday2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day 2009 -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;My last valentine in Singapore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a cosy Vday this year. We didn't go out and instead, I cooked. Yes. I Cooked! For a weird bunch actually. Hahaha...I cooked for Andy &lt;em&gt;(my cousin),&lt;/em&gt; Tata &lt;em&gt;(my maid)&lt;/em&gt; and Lucas &lt;em&gt;(there's no explanation for this. You should be smart enough to guess)&lt;/em&gt;. It was kind of a disaster with me cooking? I didn't realised that the Japanese curry pack I bought was for 1 person and not for a whole lot so I ended up diluting the curry pack. It was hilarious! There was far too many potatoes, carrots and rice layered with only a dribble of sauce. Quite pathetic. Luckily there was enough fried chicken, potato wedges and chips to save the day. If not, the situation would be even more dire then it already was. Hahahaha...Loved my gifts thou! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest addition to my weird soft toy family. The Frog who was called "Harpi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=valentines2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/valentines2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Roger's Birthday 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is mainly for my sister who is residing in Australia now. *waves* Here's my last year reporting to you the events in Sg before both of us would be sitting by the computer fervently, waiting for some sort of news to drop by our place at down under. Hahahaha...I hope you don't start getting all teary and such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=urogerbdaycollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/urogerbdaycollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ED day 2009 -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The last major project presentation day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation went well &lt;em&gt;(luckily)&lt;/em&gt; and was surprisingly smooth. Everything happened so fast. One minute, we were pacing up and down, re-rehearsing and the next, we were out of the room feeling excited and feverish. So surreal! Everything really changes within minutes I guess. After that, it was the weird mix of feelings. Weird as in a sense of its filled with a sense of bittersweet happiness mixed with grief and sadness. The kind of sadness one has when it comes to graduation. As in a few more weeks, we would all graduate officially. Time to start singing the Vitamin C's "graduation" song that every single school would play during graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EDdaycollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/EDdaycollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricia's Birthday 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a warm family gathering. Gambled a bit as since it was Chinese New Year at that time. I kind of suck at gambling? If I gambled $2, if I am lucky, I can get back my capital. If not, I'll probably have to add in more capital to top up my loss. Apparently, I am not the only slow gambler there, the birthday girl is there to join! So high five to the girls in the family who can't really gamble much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tricia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/tricia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gift from us. This set of pictures is again dedicated to Jie by both Tricia and me. We both find this weird L quite funny to play with and thought you might enjoy it too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triciascollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/triciascollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some random stuff...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selling my LOMO LCA camera. It's mint, hardly used and I just sent it for some cleaning and fine tuning at the Camera Hospital last week. So rest assure for it to be in working condition. Do email me at &lt;a href="mailto:zarrots07@hotmail.com"&gt;zarrots07@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MixandMatch2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/MixandMatch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some preview of it's pictures...I really love my LCA for it's vignetting (its a kind of dark burning of the edges at the pictures) and its saturated colours. However, as I am moving soon, it's kind of redundant for me to keep so many cameras. Hard to ship it off with me...Do contact me if you're interested k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LCAsamples.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/CloVeR07/LCAsamples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be going for Christian Lacroix costume exhibition at the National Museum of Singapore! It's a event to die for! I've been hopping to go to this exhibition ever since I've read about it weeks ago on the airplane from Hong Kong. Such a delight to be able to see his collection up close! Some pictures for your viewing delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of his elaborately designed costume.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ambafrance-sg.org/local/cache-vignettes/L220xH256/CL220-96435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372234288543906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpY5JVUGNJw/SceMYTaEuKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LW5AI5TLcQQ/s400/christian+lacroix+exhibition.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that should be enough to wrap up for today's post. I'm trying to change my blogging style soon but that would again, take awhile! 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