<?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-5616862</id><updated>2011-05-04T12:47:45.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminological Inexactitude</title><subtitle type='html'>Deception lies deep within, under &lt;i&gt;falseful surfaces&lt;/i&gt; and fake emotions. Allurement to speak like there isn't another being, to fulfill that ultimate &lt;i&gt;desire&lt;/i&gt; of one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shin</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' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>763</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-8424661905764105648</id><published>2009-03-15T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:56:40.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Saturday</title><summary type='text'>Watched Hotel for dogs today, nice! Its a happy dog show, thumbs up! Went to the IT show, blew 90bucks on a Maxtor and hoping its really worth it. *fingers crossed*Alright, progress on the new blog is good, almost done, at the last stage already. Somehow i just find it therapeutic to blog-revamp, eventhough its so bloody often. Checking out livejournal too, the complications can be a bitch, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8424661905764105648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8424661905764105648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8424661905764105648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8424661905764105648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-saturday.html' title='Long Saturday'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-905951311755577490</id><published>2009-03-08T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:16:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its sunday again</title><summary type='text'>working on my new blog, intending to combine my own with bagbar, save me the agony of maintaining two. perhaps i should set myself a target as to when i should complete it, otherwise i'll just drown in my own procrstination, and my poor blog will never ever see the light.details of the phuket trip still not confirmed, well all we know now is that we've got an additional room booked, and air </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/905951311755577490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=905951311755577490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/905951311755577490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/905951311755577490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-sunday-again.html' title='its sunday again'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3830289494285383434</id><published>2009-03-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:16:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>professional idiots</title><summary type='text'>don't talk to me about 'professional communications' when you don't even practice the professionalism.what brainless idiots.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3830289494285383434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3830289494285383434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3830289494285383434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3830289494285383434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/professional-idiots.html' title='professional idiots'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7382318730474366503</id><published>2009-03-02T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:50:09.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jammed network</title><summary type='text'>oh gawd, ntu's edventure is down like for the entire day!Maybe its a sign, that i'm doomed for my assignment due tomorrow, i can't access any information like that! shyte. Alrights, let's just down another coffee and hope i'll stay up all night completing my friggin' assignment.I swear if its due to over congestion cause of the guy who killed himself, i'll punch him (if he's still alive, which is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7382318730474366503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7382318730474366503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7382318730474366503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7382318730474366503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/jammed-network.html' title='jammed network'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-440453435386452913</id><published>2009-03-01T05:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:18:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to sum it up!</title><summary type='text'>Its been such eventful weeks! To cut the long story short, I...Had a really good steamboat and enjoyed every bit of the night, even the cleaning up :)Completed my first assignment on time this semester.Have another assignment due in the next 48 hours.Had a fantastic time shopping and got reimbursed at the end of the day.Witnessed a once-treasured friendship/partnership went down the drain over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/440453435386452913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=440453435386452913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/440453435386452913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/440453435386452913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-sum-it-up.html' title='to sum it up!'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8471352954890121479</id><published>2009-02-18T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:32:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSSEP memories</title><summary type='text'>Is that what taking photos is all about? Feeling blessed for the moments you captured on camera. Browsed through all the SUSSEP photos accidentally, and i must say, boy it was great memories.Whether it is the 'wobbly legs' after the great wall of china, or the random tagging of hamsters in hamster cages, even extra-long chain of photo comments brings back memories of the 2 weeks of constant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8471352954890121479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8471352954890121479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8471352954890121479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8471352954890121479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sussep-memories.html' title='SUSSEP memories'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2817591080951307354</id><published>2009-02-16T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:08:12.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><summary type='text'>Do not brush your teeth after you eat tic tac. They don't go. Not at all.I didn't buy my $126 textbook afterall. Babe gave me the idea of going to borrow it from the national library, which sounds like a pretty good idea since overdue fine is going to cost me much lesser. So now i just pray and hope they have the book that's going to save my life.Airport Engineering Quiz coming after the recess, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2817591080951307354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2817591080951307354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2817591080951307354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2817591080951307354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1784741893188473069</id><published>2009-02-16T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:58:02.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday again</title><summary type='text'>I slept so much today, or rather yesterday, that i think i can do without sleep tonight. Its just 2 classes tomorrow anyway, excluding the excrutiating 5 hour break in between though. Its day one of sis returning to work tomorrow, after the really long maternity break she took, and so the baby will arrive at my house at 9am daily, 5 days a week, starting tomorrow. Like how my mom put it, my sis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1784741893188473069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1784741893188473069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1784741893188473069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1784741893188473069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-again.html' title='Monday again'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3989235868277949092</id><published>2009-02-13T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:04:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its friday!</title><summary type='text'>Finally done with Prof Comm assignment, next up will be going down to Popular to buy that awfully thick and expensive textbook for HH206. Book titled History of Economic Thoughts and Methods, a good 129bucks for a text! It had better score me an A or something. Well, the fact that i have enthusiastic group members for the project does seem like a good start, although the class is very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3989235868277949092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3989235868277949092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3989235868277949092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3989235868277949092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-friday.html' title='Its friday!'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8433704206782966682</id><published>2009-02-13T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:59:51.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof Comm assignment</title><summary type='text'>Assignment: Choose a job advertisement for a position in your field/you are interested in (print or online, either one is fine). Respond to the job advertisement by writing a cover letter and a resume.Civil line job advertisements are pretty mundane and so not interesting nowadays. Hotel line on the other hand, have pretty interesting jobs available. Perhaps its because of RTC, sparked my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8433704206782966682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8433704206782966682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8433704206782966682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8433704206782966682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/prof-comm-assignment.html' title='Prof Comm assignment'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6960354901272063886</id><published>2009-02-11T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:16:36.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good 'ol days</title><summary type='text'>This is a serious case of past-catching-up-on-me somehow.Here i was thinking of logging into friendster to delete my account, and then something made me go through my inbox. (note: I've NEVER read anything from my inbox before.) And there it is, messages dated as early as 2003 unread! I feel like i've just recovered a piece of vial evidence for my life's crime scene.. and can't stop going 'so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6960354901272063886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6960354901272063886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6960354901272063886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6960354901272063886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-ol-days.html' title='The good &apos;ol days'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1055211944048413043</id><published>2009-02-01T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:00:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New mood</title><summary type='text'>A new skin for a new mood.It looks pretty ok, but somehow it gets blurry when i read all the super long posts. So it just means that i ought to keep my posts short from now on!Kudoos to summary-writing classes.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1055211944048413043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1055211944048413043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1055211944048413043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1055211944048413043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-mood.html' title='New mood'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1499042527734953573</id><published>2009-01-28T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:32:37.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><summary type='text'>In in attempt to do my little part in supporting the art scene in Singapore, i've just spent $9.50 on a local production 'Love Matters'. Apart from the usual local humours, i must say it ain't that big a hit like 'i not stupid' or its sequel. Then again, its Chinese New Year, and all that matters is a good laugh with people you know who'll laugh along with you.Just like being asked in the show, '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1499042527734953573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1499042527734953573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1499042527734953573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1499042527734953573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5834792697809416529</id><published>2009-01-24T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:45:57.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good and the bad</title><summary type='text'>Ok, looks like 2009 is just another year with crappy days as well. And the crappy days does come fast.As it is, conversations with mommy has reduced from minimal to none. apart from reprimanding me, i think her topic includes nothing else. I hate to say this, but i'm so sick of listening to her.On a better note, catching up with all the loveliest is the best way to welcome the new year. The list </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5834792697809416529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5834792697809416529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5834792697809416529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5834792697809416529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-and-bad.html' title='good and the bad'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4255055943050299041</id><published>2009-01-18T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:47:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'>Have faith, in yourself, and in others.Faith is a pretty amazing thing i guess. No matther to whom or to what you may have placed your faith in, if whole-heartedly, i always believe you'll get rewards.Even in the toughest of times, faith will bring you through and keep you alive.Skeptical as i may seem, but i do sincerely envy people with strong faiths. With faith, there's somewhere to belong, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4255055943050299041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4255055943050299041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4255055943050299041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4255055943050299041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3347080688654978191</id><published>2009-01-14T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:06:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 'feel'</title><summary type='text'>Crappy day at school turns out pretty therapeutic for cny shopping!Nails done and bought heels, good day!But i have this feeling my manicure ain't gonna last me 10days long :/saddening.Anyhows, i've just got another elective, so i get to choose!! haha, how cool. I need to figure out which module am i gonna drop. And bagbar is getting really sllooowwww response, maybe i should simplify it. Somehow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3347080688654978191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3347080688654978191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3347080688654978191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3347080688654978191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-feel.html' title='New Year &apos;feel&apos;'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-727450463475830488</id><published>2009-01-05T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:50:36.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little fish</title><summary type='text'>Just stmbled across dear little fishy's blog, and i'm so touched that the little sweetie remembered me this holiday season.Well so far 2009 has been a friggin' good year for me (Yes i know its only been 5 days but its a good start!), and i certainly hope it'll be as smashing for you too dear.Have a good one fish!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/727450463475830488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=727450463475830488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/727450463475830488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/727450463475830488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-fish.html' title='little fish'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-983752343532188106</id><published>2009-01-05T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:48:51.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling blessed!</title><summary type='text'>Its been the craziest week this year!Oops i'm sorry, its still the first week of the year. heh, just basking in this whole new year, beginning all over again, setting on the right foot, yada yada.So, i really think lady luck is smiling at me somehow. A couple of days ago, i was still this pathetic student with only 2 crappy electives registered for the next semester. And being that idiot who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/983752343532188106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=983752343532188106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/983752343532188106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/983752343532188106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-blessed.html' title='feeling blessed!'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3201941796574984142</id><published>2009-01-01T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:15:48.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><summary type='text'>Goodbye 2008 and HELLOOOOOO 2009!The first minutes of 2009 was friggin' good fireworks!And then out of the randomness of life, a really loooooong chat sets the mood amazingly right for the next calendar year.As i was telling my darlings,2009 is going to be a fan-friggin'-tastically good year!I can soooo feel it.  :)Cheers!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3201941796574984142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3201941796574984142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3201941796574984142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3201941796574984142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-265738139294883782</id><published>2008-12-31T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:54:29.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds Happy Meal</title><summary type='text'>Its amazing how the toys we used to play with when young evolve in such shorts years. Alongside Barbie and Lego, one of the my many childhood memories include Transformers. It was the time when McDonalds were giving away Transformer toys with Happy Meals. Transformed! Such lovely memories. Happy meal time!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/265738139294883782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=265738139294883782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/265738139294883782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/265738139294883782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/mcdonalds-happy-meal.html' title='McDonalds Happy Meal'/><author><name>shin</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/_AoCmh9LCdw4/SVsyFId6VvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7YSK7u1T4iQ/s72-c/CIMG9293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-7306358546636866814</id><published>2008-12-29T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:18:05.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidaysss</title><summary type='text'>The-dog-not-bastard day.Mission: Complete girlfriend's birthday gift before midnight.Difficulty: HighWith the dog here pasting photos, Andre trying to catch some sleep after deciding to SKIP SCHOOL tomorrow, and kervin seeking refuge here when he got the dates for his meeting mixed up, i'm housing 3 guys in my room right now. Its not as if the room isn't messy enough.This what i call hands on.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7306358546636866814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7306358546636866814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7306358546636866814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7306358546636866814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidaysss.html' title='holidaysss'/><author><name>shin</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/_AoCmh9LCdw4/SViUmC9w0PI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CgI9stJs1c/s72-c/CIMG9286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-4416410715522834923</id><published>2008-12-29T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:50:53.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expired feel</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to blog about all the excitement from Uno Madness just now.But i lost the feel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4416410715522834923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4416410715522834923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4416410715522834923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4416410715522834923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/expired-feel.html' title='Expired feel'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2774213870596383278</id><published>2008-12-28T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:21:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Christmas</title><summary type='text'>  This morning, i woke up insanely early at 1015am to go to the gym. Yes! Healthy indeed. And now that i'm awake when the sun's still up, I'd like to do something useful with my time. I've drawn up this entire list of things i could do with my afternoon, and also staying-awake plan till the night comes. Let's hope the plan works.Somehow i feel that my Christmas came abit late, but nevertheless it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2774213870596383278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2774213870596383278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2774213870596383278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2774213870596383278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-christmas.html' title='Late Christmas'/><author><name>shin</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/_AoCmh9LCdw4/SVckaJSC_5I/AAAAAAAAALM/MPqnmI0MIz0/s72-c/CIMG9276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-1942018154538495278</id><published>2008-12-27T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T03:59:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><summary type='text'>Once again, its Christmas, and it calls for a good ol' post :)Belated Merry Christmas one and all!Tis' the season to be jolly, falalalala lalalalablahblah blahblah blahblahblahblah, falalalala lalalalaMy apologies for the missing lyrics, as much as i'd love to, but i don't know that much christmas carols just yet. But it gets better each year! Let's see, this year, i've learnt some more lyrics to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1942018154538495278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1942018154538495278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1942018154538495278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1942018154538495278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6644349576466355769</id><published>2008-12-21T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:51:56.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster</title><summary type='text'>I didn't even name my hamster, i just called it 'hamster', because i know, one day its going to leave. And when the day came, i'm still sad.When will i not get affected by death.When hammie died, i was sad. Very sad, even though hammie was not in my care anymore. But the fact that i was the one who picked him out from the cage full of cute little running hamsters, and how i was attracted to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6644349576466355769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6644349576466355769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6644349576466355769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6644349576466355769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/hamster.html' title='Hamster'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5705428565156314320</id><published>2008-12-07T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:32:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Trade-off</title><summary type='text'>Calling all girls!21st December 2008, SundayMy 1st ever Fashion Trade off, in an attempt to do my little part for charity as well.Just bring your cloths that you don't wear anymore (whether its becos its not your colour this season, or you've lost so much weight you can't fit) but still in wear-able condition, and simply trade with the other girls!Your rubbish might be someone else's treasure!Any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5705428565156314320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5705428565156314320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5705428565156314320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5705428565156314320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/fashion-trade-off.html' title='Fashion Trade-off'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1597393618438862763</id><published>2008-12-07T06:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:07:04.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me against me</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't read the disclaimer to my little space here, go read it. Its there under the 'profile' tab you see on the right.I'm beginning to wonder if i'm the only one who finds that basic communication is important. Never did i realise that its such a big deal that my parents sent me to school, and i've mastered conversational skills in English. And today, i'm glad i can converse in it. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1597393618438862763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1597393618438862763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1597393618438862763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1597393618438862763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-against-me.html' title='me against me'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5896453639670595161</id><published>2008-12-03T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:00:28.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are boring</title><summary type='text'>I'm sooo bored. yea yea, that's cause i'm not schooling, nor working or whatever, yes i know. I'm just like some useless bummer bumming around at home, but that's just because my occupation happens to be 'student' and it just happened to be post-exams holidays. Its exactly a week after my papers, and i'm feeling restless already. Yet not restless enough to wish school starts soon, so i'm good for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5896453639670595161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5896453639670595161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5896453639670595161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5896453639670595161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-are-boring.html' title='holidays are boring'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6525838659399458686</id><published>2008-11-25T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:11:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knowing or not knowing</title><summary type='text'>self revelation nights - how do you make use of them?Almost all the time, self-revelation reveals something about yourself to, um.. yourself. I choose to call it a train of thoughts, somewhat a mind map you draw out using facts and figures you've recently obtain from life itself. Might just work as an update on your progress, a progress for what, well i'm sure it varies from people to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6525838659399458686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6525838659399458686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6525838659399458686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6525838659399458686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/knowing-or-not-knowing.html' title='knowing or not knowing'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2863119697107798014</id><published>2008-11-17T02:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:25:29.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Picture</title><summary type='text'>Human Resource Management has this part on Crisis Management, and there's a few steps a company should take in an event a crisis happens:1. Look at the Big Picture2. Get all view points3. Have a discussion with everyone involved4. Give a uniform statement (to the press)5. Get closureI was just wondering, in reality, does this apply as well? If it does, then doesn't it make problems much easier to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2863119697107798014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2863119697107798014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2863119697107798014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2863119697107798014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6910978368445988190</id><published>2008-11-13T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:04:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raener's poop</title><summary type='text'>Exams are evil, they throw you off your balance and then make your life feel like crap because of all the stress you get from studying, and guilt you feel from not studying. So its ultimate evil.Anyway my baby nephew's poop is really smelly. He stank up the entire room today so badly, i almost puked out of the window.Today, i paid 35bucks to buy my steel paper's security. Sounds like a good deal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6910978368445988190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6910978368445988190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6910978368445988190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6910978368445988190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/raeners-poop.html' title='Raener&apos;s poop'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1630273289969691126</id><published>2008-11-12T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:28:38.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to terms</title><summary type='text'>I just read like 10 articles, information overload. And its feeling like exams again! Like after so long.I've come to terms with the fact that:1) I'm way more constructive at night2) I like to shower with warm water (even if it means making me more sleepy)3) Metal is not my best friend4) I like the mess in my room5) I can't ignore ALL the indulgence in the world like shopping n catch-up sessions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1630273289969691126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1630273289969691126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1630273289969691126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1630273289969691126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-to-terms.html' title='coming to terms'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2037932084397733214</id><published>2008-11-10T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:10:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metal is bad</title><summary type='text'>Andre is so cruel, he just told me the truth, that my Steel paper is on THURSDAY and not FRIDAY. pui. Maybe if i've just gotten it wrong and while i was going to study for metal on Thursday, i'll stumble upon the fact that i've missed it, then maybe take an MC for it. Sounds possible right. But now that i DO know that steel paper is on thurs instead of fri, i'll have to drag my sorry ass to mug </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2037932084397733214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2037932084397733214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2037932084397733214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2037932084397733214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/metal-is-bad.html' title='metal is bad'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8057239502677327350</id><published>2008-11-10T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:01:10.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunday</title><summary type='text'>Today, Wong went overseas, and i was at the airport sending him off. I though he was going to cry. And poor Rachel, but lucky as well, seeing how much they're going to miss each other for the next 20 days, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and happy for them of course. Cheers to loved ones!I watched Andre &amp; Keegay play soccer this morning, their last match of the season (that's if they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8057239502677327350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8057239502677327350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8057239502677327350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8057239502677327350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sunday.html' title='my sunday'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-129140934923273056</id><published>2008-11-07T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:16:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy day</title><summary type='text'>I'm so frustrated but i can't find the root of it, and so i can't fix it. Nothing's going right, nothing's that fascinating either. I figured if i still can't know myself throughout, how can one ever learn everything about me through me? Yes, no one can, just like how i just can't seem to learn everything about someone just through the person himself.I feel that i'm eating excessively to somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/129140934923273056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=129140934923273056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/129140934923273056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/129140934923273056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/gloomy-day.html' title='gloomy day'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7367933413578540642</id><published>2008-11-07T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:34:33.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bestfriends</title><summary type='text'>lp5cx98z97uj3k4328ijrokt,plceweqeheeheehee, just felt like doing that.I went for dinner/supper whatever you call it since it lasted from 930 to 12mn. I ate so much!!! i think i ate my usual food intake for about 2 days during normal non-pms-ing period. And i was watching so much show i think i might just die of guilt tomorrow. But i don't care, becuase i've just figured out the shit in the shit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7367933413578540642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7367933413578540642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7367933413578540642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7367933413578540642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-bestfriends.html' title='New bestfriends'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5826899576305281398</id><published>2008-11-06T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:29:33.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyte.</title><summary type='text'>I hate Shit water! Its making my life damn difficult, why do ppl need to shit? If we don't shit, then we won't have shit water, then i won't have to go and learn what the hell we need to do with the shit water so that we won't contaminate the sea when we discharge the shit water into them! argh..I can't believe they're making every single step of the treatment process an INDIVIDUAL CHAPTER! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5826899576305281398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5826899576305281398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5826899576305281398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5826899576305281398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/shyte.html' title='Shyte.'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-817068468443686115</id><published>2008-11-04T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:00:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>audience or not</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, i feel that i've got so much information in my brain that i want to share it with someone else, anyone. But its just so hard to actually find someone who is a sincere listener to whatever you want to say, especially when my thoughts often range from north pole to the south. When you say something, are you more worried that the person might judge you or not listen to you? I can't decide</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/817068468443686115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=817068468443686115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/817068468443686115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/817068468443686115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/audience-or-not.html' title='audience or not'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7116631665788776699</id><published>2008-11-01T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:00:06.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada. yada. yadayada</title><summary type='text'>So much has been going! And i'm just so lazy to blog about them. hah!Anyways, major concern no.1:Is it really that hard to believe i've scored 100marks in a quiz? It was an online Foundation Engineering Quiz carrying 15% of my overall weightage of the module. The quiz consists of 8 questions with a mix of MCQs and short-ans-questions, 35 minutes, and open book. So, is it REALLY that hard to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7116631665788776699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7116631665788776699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7116631665788776699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7116631665788776699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/yada-yada-yadayada.html' title='yada. yada. yadayada'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1737341471082274091</id><published>2008-10-19T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:29:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are my senses</title><summary type='text'>Concerns, confusions, complications, some things are just too much for my weak heart at this age.Whatever it is, they always say 'honesty is the best policy'. I've said my piece, tried to put it across eventhough i'm not sure if its effective. When things ain't exactly going right, sometimes you just gotta admit that you don't know how to do it right.So perhaps a clearer head and more 'me-time' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1737341471082274091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1737341471082274091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1737341471082274091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1737341471082274091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-my-senses.html' title='where are my senses'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4351175161779348073</id><published>2008-10-18T05:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:29:40.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerhouse</title><summary type='text'>Its the first time i stepped into Powerhouse compound today! But not to club, just to explore the car park. And the first thing that welcomed me was 2 not-very-sober-guys getting into a fight in front of some policemen and one of them landed inside the police car handcuffed.Interesting.And also the exorbitant price they charge for parking. Merely 12minutes inside the car park and we were charged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4351175161779348073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4351175161779348073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4351175161779348073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4351175161779348073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/powerhouse.html' title='Powerhouse'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6929716236761788157</id><published>2008-10-08T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:17:45.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><summary type='text'>I shall blog about my day.My wednesday started off with good girlie phone chat with the babe! therapeutic i must say, all the different ways we came up with to justify going to school or not the next morning :/And as expected, didn't wake up for 830am class, but did make it for afternoon classes though, so i'm not so sinful afterall. In fact, i was early for class. Had enough time to get buddy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6929716236761788157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6929716236761788157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6929716236761788157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6929716236761788157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4396234254927922000</id><published>2008-10-05T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:18:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other way around</title><summary type='text'>Most people live in the world of regular routine that they've lost track of what exactly they're looking for in life, the meaning of living and loving. Or simply put it, they don't look at the bigger picture enough.Even so, is it actually possible to suffer from a condition consisting of the reversed situation? You look at the bigger picture so much, that you can't really see the details of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4396234254927922000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4396234254927922000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4396234254927922000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4396234254927922000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-way-around.html' title='the other way around'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-9201707815645898164</id><published>2008-09-29T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:20:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but</title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to call, but never picked up the phone.I've been wanting to talk, but never found the voice.I think I need to cry, but never found anyone to blame.I'm trying hard to ignore, but am finding it hard to turn away.I like what i see, but still find it hard to believe.I'd like to believe i'm ready, but the first steps are hard to take.I'd love to just live the moment, but can't bare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/9201707815645898164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=9201707815645898164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/9201707815645898164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/9201707815645898164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/but.html' title='but'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-849906002439859978</id><published>2008-09-28T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:26:17.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good conversations</title><summary type='text'>A couple of nights ago, i had a very good dinner at crystal jade holland v, and that was after a nice walk at Ikea Alexandra. My noodles were lousy, dry and tasteless, but the stories shared was priceless and hence the good dinner :)Last night, i had a telephone conversation till 3 in the morning before i fell asleep on sms slightly before 4, and it was good because i can't remember the last time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/849906002439859978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=849906002439859978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/849906002439859978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/849906002439859978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-conversations.html' title='good conversations'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3580414894550829832</id><published>2008-09-23T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:07:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real tears</title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes tears always feels the most real? I guess my way of explaining it, is cause only when the feeling's real will your tears fall.Its been years and i've always believed that i'm falling in and out of love, from this relationship to the other, and everytime i sincerely believe that i've understood the funny little thing called "love". Its just a four letter word, short and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3580414894550829832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3580414894550829832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3580414894550829832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3580414894550829832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-tears.html' title='real tears'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2751974301098322276</id><published>2008-09-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:16:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good show sets the right mood</title><summary type='text'>Thumbs up for MaMaMia! I'm definitely watching it again, for sure.I was actually absent for Concrete tut so often, that my tutor happily assumed that i wasn't there today. So hurt. Oh wells, at least he was still willing to part me some of his knowledge in his expertise, so yay.I've been fascinating about doing my Environmental tutorial for the entire day! And not forgetting finishing up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2751974301098322276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2751974301098322276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2751974301098322276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2751974301098322276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-show-sets-right-mood.html' title='Good show sets the right mood'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6703320632328676363</id><published>2008-09-09T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:14:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><summary type='text'>You know, i read my blog today, and i find my entries really boring somehow. There isn't a least bit entertainment value anywhere, and i've decided to blame it on school. Its eversince school started that i haven't had the time and inspiration to ponder upon highly-speculated issues in life, interesting aspects that pops out of nowhere and complicated relationship issues. Blame the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6703320632328676363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6703320632328676363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6703320632328676363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6703320632328676363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5177327393349804617</id><published>2008-09-09T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:12:46.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overrated supper</title><summary type='text'>Punggol Nasi Lemak - highly overrated.For that $1.20 worth of a damn chicken wing, DO NOT give me that fucked up attitude just because you're a little popular. Just like the prata house on Thomson road, its an under-statement to say that the service is poor.Its monday night and i feel destructive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5177327393349804617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5177327393349804617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5177327393349804617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5177327393349804617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/overrated-supper.html' title='overrated supper'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8421305901003190539</id><published>2008-09-08T20:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:24:52.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket photos</title><summary type='text'>The way overdue Phuket photos. Album now on facebook (http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=33245&amp;id=595523532)And here are some highlights!          Boy i miss those days where i just wake up and the morning and walk over for my nice international buffet breakfast... followed by an afternoon of nothing-to-do and then chilling out by the poolbar till dinner time, then taking a stroll by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8421305901003190539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8421305901003190539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8421305901003190539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8421305901003190539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/phuket-photos.html' title='Phuket photos'/><author><name>shin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoCmh9LCdw4/SMUjuUb4oaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/z0REka219xg/s72-c/DSC03100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-2207083380906751411</id><published>2008-09-02T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:04:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those nights</title><summary type='text'>If only we could turn back time and go back to the days where we could be true to ourselves and the world every minute of our day, where darkness doesn't necessarily spell loneliness, and memories doesn't seem so confusing and vague on purpose.The time when school wasn't such a long distance away from home.The time when there's still people bothered about the way we wear our hair.The time when 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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-5616862.post-6890882419067111399</id><published>2008-09-01T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:20:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline</title><summary type='text'>Time line for the day:0800hr - mom came in asking the same qns she asks every morning "today no school ah?"0900hr - leaves home for faraway NTU1010hr - Boonlay interchange experienced some sort of a horn-ing craze, the entire interchanged was jammed up1040hr - NTU Lecture Theatre 7: Reinforced Concrete Design lecture 91130hr - Self revision for quiz coming up in 50mins time1240hr - NTU Lecture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6890882419067111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6890882419067111399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6890882419067111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6890882419067111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2630091287156597003</id><published>2008-08-28T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:34:21.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mess feels right</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying so hard to make things right, prim and proper,that i've forgotten how i used to actually live a life amidst the mess.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2630091287156597003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2630091287156597003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2630091287156597003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2630091287156597003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/mess-feels-right.html' title='mess feels right'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2511175543348863579</id><published>2008-08-26T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:00:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Its Tuesday, and its raining.I wanna get out.There's so much potential in this Tuesday when i first woke up.I wanna catch up with the loveliest.I wanna have waffle.I wanna go shop around and paint the town red.I wanna go catch a $6.50 movie.I wanna abide to my 10pm curfew and sleep by midnight with my bag packed.I wanna wear my comfy heels out and parade for the world.I wanna take a walk after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2511175543348863579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2511175543348863579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2511175543348863579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2511175543348863579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-tuesday.html' title='This Tuesday'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-294182709903948267</id><published>2008-08-24T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:23:40.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired nerd wannabe</title><summary type='text'>I went to work today!tired =xCan't wait to start feeling like a nerd :/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/294182709903948267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=294182709903948267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/294182709903948267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/294182709903948267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-nerd-wannabe.html' title='tired nerd wannabe'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8867756081929294717</id><published>2008-08-22T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:25:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the minimum</title><summary type='text'>It is going to be tedious, i can foresee it. All over again.Yes, we're starting all over again, just like we always do.We keep hitting ourselves harder and harder, just so that one day when you stop, it feels really good. But somehow, i doubt its time to stop just yet. Over and over again, logic places itself strategically right beside emotions, is it a sign? Or is it just like how many like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8867756081929294717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8867756081929294717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8867756081929294717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8867756081929294717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-minimum.html' title='just the minimum'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8872981064624422106</id><published>2008-08-19T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:59:50.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fold</title><summary type='text'>To you, i bear my naked truth. There's little i have left to give and i'm coming clean to you. Fault lies in neither you nor me, its the funny thing called 'life' playing tricks on me.Be it a mentality, or a belief, there's no reason i should keep the truth from you so as to free me from part of the guilt i so deserve. Today i woke up, and i didn't question myself, neither did i disagree with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8872981064624422106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8872981064624422106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8872981064624422106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8872981064624422106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/fold.html' title='fold'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-807313209959748981</id><published>2008-08-18T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:00:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for this i love; for this i hate</title><summary type='text'>There's nothing i want to show the world, there's nothing i want to hear. Amidst the great hoo-has, in between the constant laughters, among the loving people, ignorance is my best bet. Intentionally or not, i've stumbled across the truth in the sentence: i'm still right here.Is it something i'm missing? Or is it fact i'm ignoring? Or maybe its just life playing tricks on me.Don't show it to me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/807313209959748981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=807313209959748981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/807313209959748981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/807313209959748981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/fatigue.html' title='for this i love; for this i hate'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7883958004008788611</id><published>2008-08-16T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:58:32.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls as boys, or not.</title><summary type='text'>As discussed over lunch - boys: cautious or no balls.Perhaps just like girls, there'll always be this side of guys that's hesitant and indecisive. When it boils down to questions regarding ethics, even questions in love. Knowing that there's another guy in the equation, is it easier for a guy to totally ignore the damage one can do to a fellow male contender, or is it easier for a girl to put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7883958004008788611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7883958004008788611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7883958004008788611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7883958004008788611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-as-boys-or-not.html' title='girls as boys, or not.'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-438919840180143104</id><published>2008-08-12T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:45:29.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The impossible</title><summary type='text'>I just slept for 24hours.I didn't know it was possible.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/438919840180143104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=438919840180143104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/438919840180143104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/438919840180143104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/impossible.html' title='The impossible'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6513218090677359314</id><published>2008-08-11T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:59:55.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passion</title><summary type='text'>Today, i came home to find my mom turned into a sports critic. She was watching the basketball match between China and the USA tonight and went on non-stop about how China was bound to lose. The slow passes, inaccurate shots, hesitant movements etc, i really didn't think she was that into sport before. Somehow she didn't behave like what i expect she would, after how i haven't been home the past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6513218090677359314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6513218090677359314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6513218090677359314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6513218090677359314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/passion.html' title='passion'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5521781071628957117</id><published>2008-08-08T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:50:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give and take</title><summary type='text'>In life, pretty much everything is about giving and taking, and coming to a compromise -- whatever you're comfortable with. From helping your neighbour hold the lift in the morning, to that very complicated thing people always talk about: love.It almost always takes a legal regulation, to define what is fair and what is not, and many times we've found ourselves complaining, that even the law is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5521781071628957117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5521781071628957117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5521781071628957117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5521781071628957117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-and-take.html' title='give and take'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8792239888904245022</id><published>2008-08-06T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:43:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its bloody summer</title><summary type='text'>Its a weekday, i'm at home, and i didn't catch my little fish show -- i can't believe.On the other hand, i didn't go to school today, that i can believe, anytime of the week :)Its day 3 of school, and i've just figured out the exact modules i'm registered for, my balance AUs i have to clear in order to graduate, and what time i finish school everyday. The next big challenge is to actually get my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8792239888904245022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8792239888904245022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8792239888904245022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8792239888904245022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-bloody-summer.html' title='Its bloody summer'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7072391851735256546</id><published>2008-08-05T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:36:30.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School again</title><summary type='text'>Today is day 2 of school, I'm sitting in my room printing out my timetable. wonderful. Weekend was long, and tiring i must say. Perhaps its because of the lack of sleep, and constantly working for the whole day, 7hrs on job feels like doing 2 exam papers back to back.Day 1 of school was a favourite! hah. I can't really find a better way to spend it actually, look my toes of laughing. But i did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7072391851735256546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7072391851735256546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7072391851735256546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7072391851735256546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-again.html' title='School again'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3009334479931028455</id><published>2008-08-01T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:05:06.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced- tea</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, it just takes alot of teh-bing to make you high :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3009334479931028455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3009334479931028455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3009334479931028455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3009334479931028455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/iced-tea.html' title='Iced- tea'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7376963362185163945</id><published>2008-07-30T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:10:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost to love?</title><summary type='text'>I really wonder, will we really one day lose the ability to love?Somehow, its always the worse of the happenings that turns into enternal memories, so doesn't negativity just constantly accumulate unknowingly? Perhaps its subconcious, or just imaginary, but i sincerely believe in the change pain doesn't fail to bring about in people.At some point of time, everything just feels like a total mess, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7376963362185163945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7376963362185163945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7376963362185163945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7376963362185163945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-to-love.html' title='lost to love?'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6032848843308242082</id><published>2008-07-24T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:44:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This year, its going to be different</title><summary type='text'>Its a similar project i do every year, and counting on, its almost the 7th or the 8th one this year. Yet a totally different feeling somehow that i've got myself involved in a different way this year - as a bystander. Perhaps the 'running away' me is slowly fading away, it took me 3 weeks just to return a call and find out the details of the programme, when i used to be the one churning out all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6032848843308242082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6032848843308242082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6032848843308242082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6032848843308242082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-year-its-going-to-be-different.html' title='This year, its going to be different'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6284989559513712454</id><published>2008-07-19T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:59:53.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning</title><summary type='text'>Crazy nights just seem a little too tedious nowadays, 10 hours of sleep might just be the way of life i need. Someone just commented on how there isn't a need to celebrate birthdays now that we're over 21, guess we're still playing the number game somehow.Its a saturday morning and monday just seem so near.There was a time when its all about Sunday mornings, when sunday mornings spells a feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6284989559513712454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6284989559513712454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6284989559513712454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6284989559513712454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2749145651202912130</id><published>2008-07-16T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:13:54.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>experience or education</title><summary type='text'>As we put ourselves in the working world out there, are we really threatened by the high influx of foreign workers? The percentage of foreigners working here in Singapore is not to be underestimated, but i figured complaining about them to the government ain't going to be the way out.In many industries based locally, its difficult to decide which is more important; experience or knowledge &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2749145651202912130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2749145651202912130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2749145651202912130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2749145651202912130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/experience-or-education.html' title='experience or education'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7430966251566403453</id><published>2008-07-15T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:23:44.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true friend - lurong</title><summary type='text'>I baked brownies yesterday, then i couldn't wait to share it with my dearest lurong.So i brought it and walked all the way to j8 from somewhere 15mins away... then she ate my brownies, and the conversation went like this...me: nice?she: hmmm not bad la.me: nice right?she: i make one nicer.What true friends i have.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7430966251566403453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7430966251566403453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7430966251566403453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7430966251566403453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-friend-lurong.html' title='A true friend - lurong'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-5391731638988102232</id><published>2008-07-10T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:02:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before and after</title><summary type='text'>In many scenarios we come across in life, we find ourselves dumbfounded and taken aback sometimes, either in a good way, or a bad way. I figured that's why we use the words 'coincidental' and 'surprise' pretty often. Many of such incidence we'll almost always associate it with timeliness.Time - is always the key.The timeline of events, more often than not, contributes to the outcome in a very big</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5391731638988102232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=5391731638988102232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5391731638988102232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/5391731638988102232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-and-after.html' title='before and after'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-234502438263761932</id><published>2008-06-26T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:47:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dress to impress</title><summary type='text'>I was just wondering, is dress-up applicable when you're at home but you have guests over? Or being at home simply means you dress in whatever comfy cloths you like no matter whose around?A certain way to look at it, dressing up applies as long as there's someone looking at it, no? So if there's guest, no doubt you're in the comfort of your home, is it expected for you to at least wear something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/234502438263761932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=234502438263761932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/234502438263761932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/234502438263761932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/dress-to-impress.html' title='dress to impress'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3449931533179909145</id><published>2008-06-24T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:12:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>football vs handbags</title><summary type='text'>Its back to the question of girls vs boys.Who says that girls cannot just drop everything and avoid all emotions?Who says that boys doesn't need a shoulder to cry on once in awhile?Who says that girls are the only ones having 'bad days'?Who says that boys are the only ego ones?Who says that girls always need to be taken care of?Who says that boys are always the bastards?Emo season has just been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3449931533179909145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3449931533179909145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3449931533179909145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3449931533179909145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/football-vs-handbags.html' title='football vs handbags'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4817363121717625299</id><published>2008-06-22T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:44:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy rain</title><summary type='text'>why is it that people generally sleep better when its raining? Has is got anything to do with the raindrops or the temperature?I've never really appreciated the power for rain for our sleep till just a couple of days ago when no amount of comfy pillows nor cough syrup will put me to sleep peacefully without coughing. Till it started raining at 7am in the morning, that's when i really found myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4817363121717625299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4817363121717625299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4817363121717625299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4817363121717625299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepy-rain.html' title='sleepy rain'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3753682565848027829</id><published>2008-06-19T05:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:33:40.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter VII: selfless vs selfish</title><summary type='text'>It took me so long and so much.And it only took the truth to make me shiver yet again.I really hate you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3753682565848027829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3753682565848027829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3753682565848027829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3753682565848027829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/chapter-vii-selfless-vs-selfish.html' title='chapter VII: selfless vs selfish'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1855489446241939172</id><published>2008-06-19T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:09:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets for my sweet</title><summary type='text'>A sudden craving for muffins, cupcakes, brownies and more yummy desserts. Seems like this emo season ain't coming to an end anytime soon, and hence lovely dessert-times are ranked way beyond bottom on the priority list. Why is it that sweet desserts are always associated to love n romance anyway?People in love go for desserts. Dating couples share ice-cream to enjoy the moment together, bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1855489446241939172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1855489446241939172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1855489446241939172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1855489446241939172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweets-for-my-sweet.html' title='sweets for my sweet'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2162966445173512433</id><published>2008-06-17T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:07:51.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denial: the upcoming new phase of life</title><summary type='text'>denial (noun)disbelief in the existence or reality of a thing. refusal to recognize or acknowledgeGone were the days where depression was the hippiest reason for unvalid reasons and actions un-called for. denial, seem to be the state of mind people are most comfortable with lately. our minds give us the ability to think, and to lie. Perhaps we're so adjusted to the idea of lying human beings, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2162966445173512433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2162966445173512433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2162966445173512433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2162966445173512433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/denial-upcoming-new-phase-of-life.html' title='denial: the upcoming new phase of life'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-9171939286634032823</id><published>2008-06-13T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:43:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperate togetherness</title><summary type='text'>Is there really the existence of such a situation such as seperate togetherness? You're away and you feel that you're together.Perhaps technology these days are making such advancements in human relations we didn't notice. Through texts, emails and msn even, distance that seperate people can be instantly-overlooked by the exchange of selective words which directly sets of thoughts and emotions.As</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/9171939286634032823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=9171939286634032823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/9171939286634032823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/9171939286634032823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/seperate-togetherness.html' title='Seperate togetherness'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8111825329009055271</id><published>2008-06-13T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:36:15.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are such gossip-mongers</title><summary type='text'>catch up session with the SUSSEP guys = endless gossiping.Guys are such gossip-mongers!Isn't it true that boys are like girls sometimes? Do boys really always speak their minds? Or do they say they're happy when they're not sometimes? I'm sure there're times when boys are unhappy and they just keep quiet about it.Many tells me that i'm more like a boy than girl. It pisses me off when people just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8111825329009055271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8111825329009055271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8111825329009055271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8111825329009055271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-boys-gossip-y.html' title='Boys are such gossip-mongers'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1712907586657592246</id><published>2008-06-12T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:53:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-el-nemo</title><summary type='text'>its some sort of a emo season somehow, and if there ever is a peak to this season, its gotta be now. The word 'emo' was first introduced to me by Jeremiah, some eons ago. Then, it was just another word he uses, its only recent years that i find this word really applicable sometimes.Abundance of reasons for this phenomenon. Typical crush who doesn't like you back, recent break-ups, entangled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1712907586657592246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1712907586657592246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1712907586657592246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1712907586657592246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/emo-el-nemo.html' title='emo-el-nemo'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6242709189240406840</id><published>2008-06-11T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:37:05.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hightlights of China</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to this magical thing called facebook, addresses to all my photos have shrunk to just one url like http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=595523532Below are the highlights of SUSSEP 2008 :)        Honestly speaking, China was ahellava good time. Although i personally didn't exactly learn much about China from the trip, (apart from the horrendous public toilets &amp; the really rude people you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6242709189240406840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6242709189240406840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6242709189240406840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6242709189240406840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/hightlights-of-china.html' title='Hightlights of China'/><author><name>shin</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/_AoCmh9LCdw4/SE-PV5HTMCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aiZnFSFyXXM/s72-c/CIMG8778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616862.post-4980521424605170330</id><published>2008-06-11T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:30:35.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prata date</title><summary type='text'>A couple of hours ago, i was at bukit timah fulfilling our much-discussed prata date with the SUSSEP folks. my ever dearest jack wasn't there, as usual, i'm sure he has a really good reason for it, and also made pretty good use of his time at home while he flew our kite.I came home to discover 10,000 emails informing me that he's tagged my photos on facebook. And as the night goes, millions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4980521424605170330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4980521424605170330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4980521424605170330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4980521424605170330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/prata-date.html' title='prata date'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3102951422930102886</id><published>2008-06-10T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:09:14.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><summary type='text'>I have FINALLY cleared my unread mails in my mailbox. but that's only ONE of the mailbox =xoh gawd, save me.hopefully i'll return to work soon, my bank account's screaming deficit at my face. damnit.All in all, its a pretty fulfilling holiday so far, i'm approximately one month into the official holidays and its quite maxed out.Two holidays overseas, a nice tan, lotsa photos still lying around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3102951422930102886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3102951422930102886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3102951422930102886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3102951422930102886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2639499204198198306</id><published>2008-06-08T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:37:24.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five days</title><summary type='text'>5 days of Phuket4 days of drinks3 thai massages2 of us1 fan-friggin'-tastic holiday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2639499204198198306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2639499204198198306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2639499204198198306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2639499204198198306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-days.html' title='five days'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1431930149792305328</id><published>2008-06-06T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:56:42.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Day 3This has got to be the holiday of the year!Let's see, yesterday was day 2. We spent the entire day at the beach, or rather the entire afternoon. Mich got picked up by an italian guy who bought us sprite, while i met an admin officer from kuwait who fixed a date with us at some banana club the same night.Got ourselves a nice tan before heading to our all-time-favourite (as of yesterday) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1431930149792305328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1431930149792305328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1431930149792305328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1431930149792305328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1619943820090918900</id><published>2008-06-04T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:39:45.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, i was on a 0850hr flight to phuket.We tipped the bell boy 40bahts.Slept the afternoon away after discovering our awesome room with our private jaccuzzi.Had yummy fried rice &amp; pasta at a rest/bar by the beach.took a stroll by the beach.Stumbled into ALOT of pubs with ALOT of half naked woman in g-strings pole dancing.witnessed the process of how they instantly launch into full fledged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1619943820090918900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1619943820090918900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1619943820090918900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1619943820090918900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1618639589789569199</id><published>2008-06-03T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:06:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Phuket!</title><summary type='text'>This has to be the craziest thing i've ever done, according to dre.Say hi to Phuket!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1618639589789569199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1618639589789569199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1618639589789569199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1618639589789569199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-phuket.html' title='Hi Phuket!'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-8241416119053262398</id><published>2008-06-01T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:37:46.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of fun</title><summary type='text'>I realise the funniest times, is the little ones in our lives.For my case, its the times i call friends and make them pick up my call in the middle of a make-out session, accidentally dial someone's number and then they come calling back thinking sth bad happened to me, the times two single girls drink to singlehood and bastard boys, watching sex &amp; the city with a girlfriend and enjoying every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8241416119053262398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=8241416119053262398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8241416119053262398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/8241416119053262398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-bit-of-fun.html' title='A little bit of fun'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1202402434391585110</id><published>2008-05-30T03:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:59:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><summary type='text'>Sex and the city is good, long but good.Singapore's weather's horrendous, but i'm glad i'm home :)3 days since i'm home.bar chor mee, mahjiong, mambo, wala, zi cha, movies, lappie...there's just too many things.tomorrow.i tell you about it tomorrow when i wake up, i promise.Its good to be home!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1202402434391585110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1202402434391585110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1202402434391585110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1202402434391585110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-7415012616265272042</id><published>2008-05-13T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:08:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINA</title><summary type='text'>I am in bloody CHINA!The weather's damn shiok... its like sunny and cooling in the day, and chilling at night. Perfect!The buildings are being developed here, the roads are megawide... like 7 lanes per direction! gosh.. huge space, LOTSA land.oh wells, its china, what do u expect right.Went to Pekking Uni today, its nice. It has a lake in its school, like a real lake. Its sunny, so students are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7415012616265272042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=7415012616265272042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7415012616265272042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/7415012616265272042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/china.html' title='CHINA'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-636524678300933978</id><published>2008-05-10T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:32:25.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><summary type='text'>Yay! Prawning yesterday was good becos i was the top scorer! Plus it was free! hahaha, i caught the prawn with the tag that gives me another 3 hrs of prawning, hohoho. Used it to pay for my session ytd so hooray.Tired. tired tired tired.I'm leaving for China in 2 days and i haven't even taken my luggage out to start packing. dmanit :/Anyway, last day of work was so heart warming.I had mc girdle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/636524678300933978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=636524678300933978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/636524678300933978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/636524678300933978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6454145983887877113</id><published>2008-05-05T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:50:29.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half empty</title><summary type='text'>close proximity, has never been my forte.Somehow i find myself back to square one. situations strikingly similar, not to mention feelings. Put it in a kids' point of view, its like i have a glass half-filled with milk. I see my favourite uncle approaching with the carton coming to fill my glass and i can't stop smiling, thinking of the full glass of milk i'm gonna have.I laugh so hard, only to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6454145983887877113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6454145983887877113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6454145983887877113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6454145983887877113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-empty.html' title='half empty'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4771577335550225256</id><published>2008-05-04T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T04:46:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><summary type='text'>Iron man.Good show! Thumbs up. Been quite awhile since i walked outta a cinema feeling satisfied having spent that 10bucks. And i so have to mention the great company.the greeeaaattt company who almost left me flagging a cab home on my own from geylang at 330am in the morning. Like great. Thanks :/But, just like the great company they are, of course i was sent home safely in the end :)The dog has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4771577335550225256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4771577335550225256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4771577335550225256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4771577335550225256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-2551747194074448902</id><published>2008-05-02T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:43:12.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour day</title><summary type='text'>Hi public holiday. Its nice to see you labour day, although you come only once every year, but its ok. Just glad you're here.The emotions of a working young adult.Sad life of looking forward to the pathetically short weekends and the long awaited public holidays.Oh wells, there wasn't a public holiday in April, so we're just glad its over. With May comes holidays! Many many holidays... just cos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2551747194074448902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=2551747194074448902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2551747194074448902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/2551747194074448902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour day'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6247446417186391399</id><published>2008-04-27T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:29:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Streetdirectory.com just told me that their maps have excaped out the window.Like wtf?!Errr, that is how interesting. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me :/Alright, apparently my plan of waking up early-er this sunday morning didn't exactly fall through, with my sister's dumb dog barking in my room and me screaming in its face. Poor dog, but if he carries on barking - poor me.Its like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6247446417186391399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6247446417186391399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6247446417186391399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6247446417186391399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3395129547061859533</id><published>2008-04-27T04:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:05:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>generally</title><summary type='text'>I just finished grey's season 4 episode 12.And i can't believe that's all there is to it!damn it.What kind of a stupid show stops at season 4 and only comes back at the end of the year?! this is agonising.And i'm still awake at 430am in the morning.You think letting go is difficult. Apparently holding on to nothing-ness is worse.Its an empty cup.There's everything you need to survive. Air, food, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3395129547061859533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3395129547061859533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3395129547061859533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3395129547061859533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/generally.html' title='generally'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-6598979136744184337</id><published>2008-04-27T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:28:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot!</title><summary type='text'>There's no other better way to spend my saturday then how i did today.BagBar photo shoot!I have truckloads of happy photos with pretty people in there :)Godzillion thanks to nic ivy kl n ben, my loveliest ones. Great job to all and i'll work on all the editing, hopefully i can get them up soon ;)Its been a long long day, tiring but fun. Changing and smiling has never been so constructively </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6598979136744184337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=6598979136744184337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6598979136744184337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/6598979136744184337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot!'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-3491203763825979726</id><published>2008-04-24T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:07:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it, Do it.</title><summary type='text'>I've been telling myself i wanna blog, but didn't really get down to do it the past couple of days. On my com and there'll always be something else that'll come up and talking about my day just seem to be pushed all the way down the list of things-to-do.Today is Thursday, 1.45am in the morning, and i'm blogging. so here goes...Going back to RTC tomorrow, but this time round, a different position.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3491203763825979726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=3491203763825979726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3491203763825979726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/3491203763825979726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-it-do-it.html' title='Say it, Do it.'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-4343110519850453939</id><published>2008-04-19T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T04:19:42.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the only day this week i don't have to wake up with the alarm ringing in my ears, wash up and get dressed for work, take the bus and worry if i'll be late. Hence, i'm gonna grant myself a couple of episodes of greys tonight! :)Tonight is also the night for late-night msn conversations that can go on and on without having to worry that i'm short-changing my sleep for precious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4343110519850453939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=4343110519850453939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4343110519850453939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/4343110519850453939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>shin</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-5616862.post-1502145309934388709</id><published>2008-04-18T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:15:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate randomness</title><summary type='text'>I want to blog, but i'm tired. Oh, andre gave my a third of his earnings from one assignment two days back. How sweet.its A THIRD!!where to find?Oh wells, too bad he's not YOUR twin.hurhur:/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1502145309934388709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616862&amp;postID=1502145309934388709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1502145309934388709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616862/posts/default/1502145309934388709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imangelic.blogspot.com/2008/04/ultimate-randomness.html' title='ultimate randomness'/><author><name>shin</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></feed>
