<?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-12040295</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:00:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-116852110654183824</id><published>2007-01-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:11:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Signs that your relationship wont work out..</title><content type='html'>1) He goes onto friendster when he is overseas studying and claims that he is single and looking out for other woman. When you confront him he simply gets angry and defensive saying that that is the default setting. Which is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He goes out with his best fren to check out some girl his best fren got to noe thru the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He seems so busy and tired always and doesnt want to talk to you or be with you.  But when you see his internet history he has been visiting porn websites late into the night using your internet account.  That explains why he is always busy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) He slaps and hits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He lies to his parents that he is at the hospital accompanying you throughout the night when your mum is very sick in the hospital. But in actual fact he is playing mahjong overnight at his fren's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) He tells you you are fat and flabby when you have just lost 5 kg of weight and everyone else claims that you are too thin for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) He tells his frens that you are not his girlfren and that you are just helping with bringing things overseas to him when u actually worked as a salesgirl and stood the whole day just to earn the money to fly overseas to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) He tells his frens the most intimate things are you and him but when you tell your frens about you and him he flies into a rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) He puts his life plans, career plans ahead of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) He basically loves himself.  More than he loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-116852110654183824?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/116852110654183824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=116852110654183824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/116852110654183824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/116852110654183824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-signs-that-your-relationship-wont.html' title='10 Signs that your relationship wont work out..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-115453221002287498</id><published>2006-08-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:23:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A67C51" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C69C6D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-115453221002287498?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/115453221002287498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=115453221002287498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115453221002287498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115453221002287498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-milk-chocolate-total-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-115116780793005385</id><published>2006-06-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:50:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Frey, A Million Little Pieces</title><content type='html'>"...when I don't think I can last another minute, if I just hold on, hold on tight and with everything I got, the shit gets better..." &lt;br /&gt;- James Frey, A Million Little Pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-115116780793005385?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/115116780793005385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=115116780793005385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116780793005385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116780793005385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/06/james-frey-million-little-pieces.html' title='James Frey, A Million Little Pieces'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-115116525268775759</id><published>2006-06-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:28:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman..</title><content type='html'>When looking at the MTV, It makes me wonder.. Does he love me or does he love himself? Is it wearing me down?.. while pondering over this.. here's the lyrics to the song I crave now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I put breakfast at your table &lt;br /&gt;一夜都沒睡但我　不曾如此清醒 &lt;br /&gt;我早餐準備了你　愛吃的東西 &lt;br /&gt;這次換我等你被咖啡　的香味叫醒 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要找回每天早晨　對我微笑著的你 &lt;br /&gt;還能夠　做些什麼代替我的歉意 &lt;br /&gt;總是望著我　小心翼翼 順著我呼吸 &lt;br /&gt;而我竟然理所當然　讓你精疲力盡 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my superwoman &lt;br /&gt;安靜的在身邊　無條件給我　夢寐以求的溫柔 &lt;br /&gt;But I am only human &lt;br /&gt;我怎麼不懂你多寂寞 殘忍的犯了錯 &lt;br /&gt;不能失去你 Ooh—Babe--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought your way through the rush hour &lt;br /&gt;Try to make it home just for me &lt;br /&gt;月光下靜靜靠著彼此　只求夜長一點 &lt;br /&gt;有多久沒有好好看你　只是認定了我 &lt;br /&gt;無論在什麼時候回頭　都有你的笑容 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我忽略了你也會有　想要哭的感覺 &lt;br /&gt;沒有一種付出應該永遠心甘情願 &lt;br /&gt;再給被寵壞的男人最後一次機會 &lt;br /&gt;換我忍耐換我等待　不要真的棄權 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(---Baby)是我把愛想得太簡單 &lt;br /&gt;以為只要我存在就能讓你取暖 &lt;br /&gt;心裏唯一的superwoman沒有人能代替 &lt;br /&gt;不能想像更不能原諒這樣讓愛化成　灰燼 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it in your heart and you understand me. &lt;br /&gt;STOP right where you are, everybody sing along with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-115116525268775759?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/115116525268775759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=115116525268775759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116525268775759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116525268775759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/06/superwoman.html' title='Superwoman..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-115116454602249863</id><published>2006-06-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:55:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop! Take time out to love..</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted.  The last time I posted was when I was half way through my final semester.  Now.. I have embarked on a new phase.. the phase that many dread.. I started out looking forward to this new phase.. the thought of being financially independent for once.. being able to provide a more luxurious lifestyle for my love ones.. just made me want to start this phase asap.. but once its here.. it doesnt seem to be that thrilling after all.. not that theres so much work that wear me down.. but it was the exact opposite of it.. weird as it may sound.. I feel more motivated when theres piles and piles of work to do.. so I have an aim to work towards to.. when theres none.. i feel sluggish.. not sure where this will lead me too.. in front of me.. its all fogged up.. not sure where the light is at the end of the tunnel.. not sure whether if theres even one.. but I should be glad and count my lucky stars that I have a job.. a job that gives relatively good benefits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aside, things are not looking that bright on the home front... mum's down again.. seeing her go through operations after operations.. all wired up and cut up just breaks my heart.. cant help feeling guilty for not spending time with her when I should have.. when theres still time for her.. I was too selfish.. paying attention only to my own needs.. while she gave up all the pleasures just to bring me and sis up.. all these years of working without a break.. scrimping and saving for us.. now.. when I am able to provide.. my dad is not around.. and my mum is lying in the hospital.. is this how things should turn out to be? well, I just hope that those out there may take this as an advice.. to slow down.. to stop rushing around for a while.. and take time out to treasure their love ones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-115116454602249863?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/115116454602249863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=115116454602249863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116454602249863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/115116454602249863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-take-time-out-to-love.html' title='Stop! Take time out to love..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217865392518269</id><published>2006-03-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:50:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It felt like graduation day..</title><content type='html'>ok well, I am supposed to do some update on free riders.. but i guess it's been censored due to the controversial nature.. hence,I shall skip that.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to prepare for tomorrow's test.. but well .. here I am, looking thru the pics that I took on my FYP poster presentation day.. it was really dumb, make us stand there and do nothing.. so we went round taking pics, and it felt like graduation day.. perhaps becos this presentation marks a closure to one big part of our 4 years of uni life..so I shall not go on any further and shall let the pics do the talking.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217865392518269?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217865392518269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217865392518269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217865392518269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217865392518269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-felt-like-graduation-day_12.html' title='It felt like graduation day..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217836412631909</id><published>2006-03-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:46:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/IMG_1965.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/IMG_1965.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.. 6 gals &amp; 1 guy??&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217836412631909?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217836412631909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217836412631909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217836412631909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217836412631909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217832751110559</id><published>2006-03-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:45:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/IMG_0350.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/IMG_0350.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Attack of the Monsters!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217832751110559?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217832751110559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217832751110559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217832751110559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217832751110559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/attack-of-monsters.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217827976373627</id><published>2006-03-12T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:44:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%200281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%200281.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA mates&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217827976373627?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217827976373627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217827976373627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217827976373627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217827976373627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/ia-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217824967890692</id><published>2006-03-12T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:44:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20048.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger part of CN3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217824967890692?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217824967890692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217824967890692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217824967890692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217824967890692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/bigger-part-of-cn3.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217780566275457</id><published>2006-03-12T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:36:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab mate&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217780566275457?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217780566275457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217780566275457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217780566275457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217780566275457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/lab-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217776351648998</id><published>2006-03-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:36:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20031.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of CN3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217776351648998?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217776351648998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217776351648998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217776351648998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217776351648998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-of-cn3.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217772611057558</id><published>2006-03-12T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:35:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP mate&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217772611057558?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217772611057558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217772611057558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217772611057558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217772611057558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/fyp-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217585826355860</id><published>2006-03-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:04:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimei &amp; me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217585826355860?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217585826355860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217585826355860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217585826355860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217585826355860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/aimei.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-114217574523457692</id><published>2006-03-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:02:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/640/FYP%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/259/3609/320/FYP%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FYP Poster..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-114217574523457692?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217574523457692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=114217574523457692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217574523457692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/114217574523457692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-fyp-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-113247219494606090</id><published>2005-11-20T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:36:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Of Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle Of Nowhere-&lt;br /&gt;Weird&lt;br /&gt;Hanson/D. Child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird. Isn't it strange&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train &lt;br /&gt;We're both trying to find a place in the sun &lt;br /&gt;We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain &lt;br /&gt;No one can hear though you're screaming so loud &lt;br /&gt;You feel all alone in a faceless crowd &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same&lt;br /&gt;When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin&lt;br /&gt;So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same&lt;br /&gt;When you live in a cookie cutter world if you're different you can't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't stand out and you don't fit in. Weird&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird &lt;br /&gt;Strange, how we all get a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Strange, 'cause we're all just a little bit weird sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit weird sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-113247219494606090?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/113247219494606090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=113247219494606090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113247219494606090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113247219494606090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/11/middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Middle Of Nowhere'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-113223527311611103</id><published>2005-11-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:47:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;from Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)&lt;br /&gt;also found on The Freedom Sessions (1994) and Mirrorball (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey your glass is empty&lt;br /&gt;it's a hell of a long way home&lt;br /&gt;why don't you let me take you&lt;br /&gt;it's no good to go alone&lt;br /&gt;i never would have opened up&lt;br /&gt;but you seemed so real to me&lt;br /&gt;after all the bullshit i've heard&lt;br /&gt;it's refreshing not to see&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't expect it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't tell me i haven't been good to you&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me i haven't been there for you&lt;br /&gt;just tell me why nothing is good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey little girl would you like some candy&lt;br /&gt;your momma said it's ok&lt;br /&gt;the door is open come on outside&lt;br /&gt;no i can't come out today&lt;br /&gt;it's not the wind that cracked your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and threw you to the ground&lt;br /&gt;who's there that makes you so afraid&lt;br /&gt;you're shaken to the bone&lt;br /&gt;you know i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;you deserve so much more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't tell me why he's never been good to you&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me why he's never been there for you&lt;br /&gt;and i'll tell you that why is simply not good enough&lt;br /&gt;so just let me try and i will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you why you're so much more than good enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-113223527311611103?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/113223527311611103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=113223527311611103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113223527311611103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113223527311611103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-enuff.html' title='Good Enuff'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-113223522114289063</id><published>2005-11-17T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:47:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Remember You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will Remember You&lt;br /&gt;from Rarities, B-Sides, and Other Stuff (1996)&lt;br /&gt;also found on Mirrorball (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the good times that we had&lt;br /&gt;let them slip away from us when things got bad&lt;br /&gt;clearly i first saw you smiling in the sun&lt;br /&gt;wanna feel your warmth upon me &lt;br /&gt;i want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired that i can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;standing on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i feel so much yet cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;we are screaming inside oh we can't be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me? &lt;br /&gt;don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so afraid to love you more afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose&lt;br /&gt;where once there was a darkness, a deep and endless night&lt;br /&gt;you gave me everything you had oh you gave me life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;weep not for the memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-113223522114289063?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/113223522114289063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=113223522114289063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have happened &amp; I dunno where to begin.. I came close to losing a loved one.. but with lotsa prayers.. I am glad I still have her with me now.. It's a wonder how things can suddenly go downhill just when everything seems so rosy.. But at least I know I have been right all along about one thing: Good things never last.. &amp; that's what make good things so treasurable.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this tough time.. positive thinking, my sis and my frens helped me get on... there were days when I was so down and tired.. I thought that I couldnt take it anymore.. but for the love I had.. I carried on.. through this.. I know who I can rely on for a shoulder to cry on.. and who I can rely on.. I tot he was there.. and he was supposedly there.. but not really there.. I wish he could be there.. at least at the time I needed him most.. but I guess he din really love me as much as he claimed.. going out having fun playing mahjong.. that was all there was on his mind.. I have little hope and faith in this relationship.. though on the outside I pretend that everything was fine and going perfect.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment.. I'm feeling so down.. and he's no where to be found.. probably out having fun.. but I'm glad I still have my frens around.. No matter how strong one is.. there is always a limit.. a breaking point.. But I guess I shouldnt go on whining anymore.. everyone has their own problems.. &amp; I dun wish to add on to anyone else's problem.. I have given up on this lost relationship cos relationships cant survive on empty words and lies.. I dun wish to carry on with this misery on top of the misery I am going through now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the end of the tunnel is near and there is a light lit out there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-113206161567790242?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/113206161567790242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=113206161567790242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113206161567790242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/113206161567790242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/11/searching-for-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Searching for light at the end of the tunnel...'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112730999443470437</id><published>2005-09-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:42:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP CALL!!!</title><content type='html'>woohoo! just saw shiqi's blog.. it is so damn cool!.. check it out.. http://shishoi.blogspot.com/ .. felt that this is the real wake up call that i need! i should just do away with all these sweet colored blogskins.. wtf.. and get a bling bling blog too!.. i should just go all way out and try something BAD.. real BAD.. sick and tired of being the sweet little one... the one that always gets the bad deals in life.. maybe i should do a new blogskin this weekend.. a real BAD one.. maybe this weekend.. that is if i dun procrastinate.. wth.. i just dun seem to be able to have the time to do such things.. so i will just have to bear with this sweet darn thing here.. while.. this is the second wake up call in a row that i have gotten in just 2 days.. i finally have made up my mind to stop myself from being patronised by some MCP cum Mr Know-IT-All cum Mr Bossy.. wth.. who cares what he thinks is right and what he says is right.. i need no advice from u .. i really mean it.. THANKS BUT NO THANKS.. if u are reading this out there.. I have a mind of my own.. U experience aint no nothing.. U think u noe everything but u dun.. so stop pretending u noe everything.. well.. i aint goin to dedicate this post to u so i shall stop talking about/to u .. This post is dedicated to my new found freedom!! woohoo!!.. when i get the time to.. if i can find the time to.. i will do a bling bling blogskin to mark this new chapter of my life.. with my new found courage to walk away with no strings attached..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112730999443470437?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112730999443470437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112730999443470437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112730999443470437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112730999443470437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/09/wake-up-call.html' title='WAKE UP CALL!!!'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112531983280916667</id><published>2005-08-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:56:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Blog about...</title><content type='html'>ok.. so i dun really have much to say.. well... thats not really the case.. hahaha real reason is that i am just plain lazy ahhaha.. so i shall just entertain u ppl out there with my pics hahaha.. not that there are a lot of u out there reading my blog hahahahah.. for those of u still reading my blog.. pls do a shout out at my chatterbox.. before it expires and gets inactivated again..hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say something.. my love came all the way down today to woodlands to see me after his training course at shangri la.. so nice of him.. could see that he was real tired.. almost dozing off at the library while waiting for me to get off work.. so sweet of him to want to for once.. try and experience how tiring it was for me to always go to his place..anyway.. dun be silly love.. dun wan u to tired yourself out.. (more mushy stuff shall be said in private else ppl complain hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112531983280916667?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112531983280916667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112531983280916667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531983280916667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531983280916667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing to Blog about...'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112531933362111536</id><published>2005-08-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:48:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/640/349277662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/320/349277662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice pic take 2.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112531933362111536?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112531933362111536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112531933362111536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531933362111536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531933362111536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-pic-take-2.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112531960802558166</id><published>2005-08-29T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:46:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/640/799157662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/320/799157662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what my partner taking so dark...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112531960802558166?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112531960802558166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112531960802558166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531960802558166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531960802558166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/08/dunno-what-my-partner-taking-so-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112531958660731861</id><published>2005-08-29T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:46:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/640/898907662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/320/898907662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weili &amp; me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112531958660731861?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112531958660731861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112531958660731861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531958660731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112531958660731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/08/weili.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112531956961517258</id><published>2005-08-29T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:46:09.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3609/640/583827662106_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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Co.. but I think i still prefer Fish &amp; CO.. cos there's the New York Fish and Chips at FIsh &amp; Co which is extremely tasty.. at least that was what I tot.. cos it's cheesy hehehe.. I love cheesy stuff.. the calamari at Fish &amp; Co also tastes better.. but I personally think that the calamari at Marche is the best hahaha.. ok.. i am sounding like a monster... maybe thats why i have put on weight.. which should be a good sign..??... hahaha.. my mum and sis kept complaining i am too skinny and kept feeding me. but actually i do eat a lot and have gained weight.. so the next step is to tone up hahha.. so there comes the gym sessions.. but most of the time i feel so tired after work i just went straight home.. though when i reach home everyday.. i feel so bored and feel like doing something different.. but i am always too drained to do anything.. so let the tummy grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the bday celebration.. we talked and luffed and i was a bit abnormal yesterday.. sayign weird funny things ahhaha.. probably cos i was too tired. i had driving lesson before that and i walked around town after my lesson.. my back was aching so badly after the driving lesson and it is still aching now.. am i growing old or wat hahahaha.. i think it is my posture.. and maybe also cos i am nearing that time of the month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i managed to side track again...after dinner at manhattan we went to tcc.. and we realised we lost the bday card for our fren somewhere in manhattan.. we were in deep shit ahhahaha.. we panicked and finally calmed down and went to get another replacement card which is exactly the same as the previous one...the night ended with some of us going to ktv and some going home straight after the desert at tcc.. i went home after goin to tcc.. was too tired and back was aching badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent today with love.. and we went to j8.. intending to watch Must Love Dogs.. cos love doesnt like dogs.. so i wanted to educate him on lovin dogs hehehe.. esp topsy.. who is such a little darling.. but in the end we din watch.. hahaha.. cos i noe he doesnt really wan to watch it.. hahaha.. so we ended up eating at Ajisen .. the ramen was very good.. and the teriyaki chicken too. i have been wanting to eat there.. and after this lunch .. i feel like goin back to have more ahhaha.. the next thing i feel like eating is pizza hut hahhaa.. intending to treat love after i get my pay.. haven treat him yet since i started my ia... maybe i shall bring him to Club Chinois.. nice food there too.. and great ambience.. anyway.. i had a great weekend.. but am quite tired and yes.. for the umpteen time.. my back is still aching..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112523533302311023?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112523533302311023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>美丽笨女人</title><content type='html'>当整个世界因为太疲倦而去我仿佛听到有人为爱欢呼为爱哭泣早已经听你说过千万次要放弃从此不再为他而美丽不要鲜花不想再受委屈ok所以你背起行莨逃逃逃到远方开始要试着独立试着重新更爱自己有一天清晨醒来发觉不能呼吸于是又乖乖回到他怀里这次你下决心牺牲自己ok这一个美丽的美丽的笨女人oh....她的故事发生在每个角落里她让我相信了自己的爱情不能和她一样软弱无力不能迷迷糊糊勉强自己爱不是死心踢地就有结局哎呀呀呀.....哎呀呀呀.....所以你背起行莨逃逃逃到远方开始要试着独立试着重新更爱自己有一天清晨醒来发觉不能呼吸于是又乖乖回到他怀里这次你下决心牺牲自己ok这一个美丽的美丽的笨女人oh....她的故事发生在每个角落里她让我相信了自己的爱情不能和她一样软弱无力不能迷迷糊糊勉强自己每一个美丽的美丽的笨女人oh.....都需要向天祈求感情出现奇迹未来的日子需要多少的谎言用来欺骗自己麻醉自己需要多少同情多少勇气这一个美丽的美丽的笨女人oh....她的故事发生在每个角落里她让我相信了自己的爱情不能和她一样软弱无力不能迷迷糊糊勉强自己爱不是死心踢地就有结局笨女人BY-BD-12-31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112471384255994024?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112471384255994024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dedicated to my partner..</title><content type='html'>I went out with my partner this evening and had a great time with her.. we shopped and talked and ate and luffed like those days in sec sch.. we both bought nice bottoms.. did kuku and ah lao things.. hahaha just wanted to record this wonderful evening down on my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112446359299525583?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112446359299525583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112446359299525583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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while.. nothing much has changed.. I'm still doing my IA.. and I m the usual lazy me.. just plain lazy to blog.. while.. who wans to face the computer again except for chatting purposes after 12 hours of computer dealing in the office?  while.. is anyone still reading my blog?.. if so.. heres a little treat for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking.. are there fairytale endings in real life? I do not think so.. at least I have not experience any fairytale endings before.. my fairytales always stops at snow white getting poisoned.. cinderella running home from the ball.. thats it.. i never get to the happily-ever-after ending..sometimes.. i feel like i should just stop short changing myself.. and move on.. it does get a little tired when you are being lied to time and again.. and the reason for getting lied to is: I was afraid you would get angry.. so I lied.  Thats so lame.  Why the hell would I get angry if I am not being lied to.  This is starting to sound like the chicken-first-or-egg-first issue.  Someone is claiming that I always get angry before anything else.. But I beg to differ.. I dun get angry without any reason.. I got angry cos I was being lied to.. who wouldnt wan a happily-ever-after ending everyday?.. who in their right mind would wan to get angry for no apparent reason.. but wait.. in the first place.. the person thinks I am insane.. oh watever.. everyone is entitled to his or her own tots.. didnt they claim that this was a free country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refused to succumb to this person's unreasonble behaviour.  This particular person always lies to me.. and then turns around and claim that I dun trust in him/her.. but how am I supposed to trust in someone who lies? when do I noe if he/she is lying and when he/she is not lying?  Trust has to be built.. over time.. it takes more effort and time to built trust than to shatter it.. it gets even harder to build trust after each that it has been shattered.  it is human nature to be defensive.. once bitten twice shy.. think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he lied to u once.. he's a fool.. If he lied to u twice.. u are the fool.. I am the fool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112446327543024520?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112446327543024520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112446327543024520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112446327543024520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112446327543024520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-there-fairytales-in-real-life.html' title='Are there fairytales in real life?'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-112082866855659569</id><published>2005-07-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:21:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To know or not to know?</title><content type='html'>when did anyone ever tell u that life is simple? life's never simple but complicated instead.. at least from my experience... those who tell u life's simple.. they are simple-minded ppl..true.. u can always choose to view things simply.. but things are never what they seem to be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me ask u a question.. if there is one such piece of hurtful knowledge.. would u choose to know about it or be kept in the dark?.. if u get to know about it.. u will be so broken.... if u dun know about it.. u will be blissful .. at least for the moment... so which would u choose?  would u want to be a Mei Li Ban Nu Ren (beautiful stupid woman)?  sometimes i wish i could.. but i have a machine-like analyser brain ahahha.. so it is hard to pretend to be stupid and live simiply..so it's hard for me to be kept in the dark even if i wan to.. with enuff said.. i think i will choose to be hurt.... but at the back of my mind i would wish i was kept in the dark... but whatever it is if something is meant to come it will come.. there's no way we can stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-112082866855659569?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/112082866855659569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=112082866855659569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112082866855659569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/112082866855659569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-know-or-not-to-know.html' title='To know or not to know?'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111971402707513052</id><published>2005-06-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:40:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice time with jie meis..</title><content type='html'>yup.. as the title of this post suggests... i had a great time with my jie meis.. not all of them.. only the 4 of us.. today.. we went shopping hahaha and there wwas mango sale on.. so we popped by 3 mango outlets hahaha searching thru piles of clothes.. but we din reallly find much good buys.. shiqi and qian both bought a top each if i am not wrong hehehe.. we walked till we were tired and hungry and then sat down at heng heng's ... intending to have a drink and some food there.. but decided that it was nott that worth it to eat there plus we should have dinner stuff = solid stuff hahaha.. so we made a move to the Big O Cafe hahaha.. and had a great meal there.. and we started recalling some sec sch incidents hahaha.. so funny.. diz and qian found that they missed out all a lot of gossips.. no.. that does not indicate that shoi and i were 38s hahahah.. we just happened to know the ppl involved and ppl related to the ppl involved in the gossips.. so we had more juicy bits of the gossips hahaha.. in all.. I had a great time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111971402707513052?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111971402707513052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111971402707513052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111971402707513052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111971402707513052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-time-with-jie-meis.html' title='nice time with jie meis..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111951910112987946</id><published>2005-06-23T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:40:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of the Misunderstood Emails bet Profs &amp; Students</title><content type='html'>Below are exchanges of emails from me and my supervisor for my fyp.. I was supposed to get his signature on some lab safety release form so that the lab officer can sign and i can hand in my report.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess my supervisor din really get the main reason i was sending the email to him.. so he din reply my most pressing question.. that is : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what should i do since i cant get his signature on the lab safety release form before the fyp report submission dateline ( which is on 30th june 2005) since he is overseas till 1st july 2005?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRGGGG!!! miscommunications.. so what should i do? I kept reading through the emails and maybe i wasnt clear enuff ( with all my typo errors hahaha)..I suggested that i hand in the report first without the lab release form but he never said it was ok or not ( ok.. maybe i should have put that sentence as a question sentence..complete with a question mark)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;From: Student X Sent: Tue 6/21/2005 3:59 PM &lt;br /&gt;To: Prof X&lt;br /&gt;Cc:  &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FYP scheme &lt;br /&gt;Attachments:  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;View As Web Page &lt;br /&gt;Dear Prof X, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would require your signature for the Laboratory Release Form to submit with my report as notified by the Lab Officer, XX.  She asked if you could authorise another supervisor to sign the form as she would need to sign the form after my supervisor has done so.  She would be away on course on 29th and 30th June.  Hence, I would need to get the signatures soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Student X &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message----- &lt;br /&gt;From: Prof X &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Sat 6/18/2005 4:49 PM &lt;br /&gt;To: Student X&lt;br /&gt;Cc: &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FYP scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Student X,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You need to submit a hardcopy of report to the Department Office by the deadline. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prof X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message----- &lt;br /&gt;From: Student X&lt;br /&gt;Sent: 2005/6/18 [星期六] 上午 10:15 &lt;br /&gt;To: Prof X&lt;br /&gt;Cc: &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FYP scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prof X, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In that case I will submit the report without the lab safety release form first.  I hope that is fine.  May I know what is the procedure for submitting the lap report? Do I have to hand in a hard copy to the department or to you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention.  Happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Student X &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message----- &lt;br /&gt;From: Prof X &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Fri 6/17/2005 11:16 PM &lt;br /&gt;To: Student X&lt;br /&gt;Cc: &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FYP scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Student X,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am overseas now and will come back on July 1st.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prof X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message----- &lt;br /&gt;From: Student X&lt;br /&gt;Sent: 2005/6/17 [星期五] 下午 10:14 &lt;br /&gt;To: Prof X&lt;br /&gt;Cc: &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FYP scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prof X, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to enquire if you will be available on Moday (20th June) as I need to have your signature on the lab safety release form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111951910112987946?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111951910112987946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111951910112987946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111951910112987946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111951910112987946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/06/world-of-misunderstood-emails-bet.html' title='The World of the Misunderstood Emails bet Profs &amp; Students'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111949383868526333</id><published>2005-06-23T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:30:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world....</title><content type='html'>Was reading the papers and i came across this article interviewing the New York Times columinist Thomas Friedman... and these were the words that he said and i tot was quite true and a bit funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell my daughters that when I was growing up in Minnesota in the 1950s, my parents used to say to me :" Tom, finish your dinner. People in China and India are starving."  And I tell my girls:" Girls, finish your homework.  People in China and India are starving for your jobs.""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111949383868526333?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111949383868526333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111949383868526333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111949383868526333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111949383868526333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small 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title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111894379775466154</id><published>2005-06-17T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:45:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful mind at work...</title><content type='html'>yes.. it is 1.30am exactly.. and the beautiful mind is still at work.. finally finished the discussion part of my fyp report.. so now its back to the lit review.. oh.. how i hate lit reviews.. hahaha.. whenever i am doing lab reports or any project reports.. i will try to snatch the calculations part or the discussion part to do  and let the rest of my group do the lit reivew.. background.. intro.. etc.. hahaha cos i just cant do lit reviews.. background.. intro!! hahaha.. sorry to all those who did reports together with me! hahaha the meaty part is the monster's fav.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i receive a call from someone whom my sis bought krisflyer miles from to fly from her workplace back here recently.. the person said that he has a fren who is willing to sell his krisflyer points to NY for $850.. cos when i collected my sis's tics from him.. i enquired about points to fly to the states.. and the offer is so good that i am so tempted to go to the states with ek (he has a meeting in New Orleans after which he will be touring in San Fran)..so i asked how much would it be to go to san fran.. the person is willing to sell at $900.. thats w/o the taxes.. the taxes is about 200+.. and since i have my northwest mileage, i can claim a return domestic flight from san fran to new orleans.. so in all, the airfare will be 1100+.. so i told my sis and ek.. my sis offered  to pay some of it.. ek offered to pay for it as he tot it was a good deal.. but i am still considering.. very confused.. cos it is quite last minute.. if i am goin to take up teh offer.. that means i will be flying around next tues... am not mentally prepared for the long lonely flight.. but then again.. it's on SQ.. so it wun be as bad as the first time i went on a northwest plane.. in fact that was the worst flight i had ever taken.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that is holding me back is my fyp report!.. i still haven finish it.. if i can finish it by sat maybe i can go.. duno duno duno.. so fan.. plus i dunno how is the submission of the report like.. hardcopy to prof? to dept? to supervisor? soft copy? upload to ivle? dunno.. no one noes anyway hahaha.. so am goin to email my prof tomolo i think.. which is today lah.. hahah.. and looking at the rate i am goin.. still blogging and eating choc when the sky is about to fall on me.. it's a goner...decisions decisions decisions... should i go or 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(drum roll).. Salad from... BURGER KING!!.. yup.. they have this really tasty caesar salad.. it comes with either flame grilled chicken or prawns.. the chicken one is superb.. as for the prawns one.. umm.. though i am a seafood lover (read: loves prawns, crabs, lobster, crayfish).. i would have to give the prawns one a bad rating.. it tastes kinda weird with the salad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rankin in number 2 position is.. Coffee Beans &amp; Tea Leaves' Caesar Salad with Chicken.. coffee beans &amp; tea leaves' ceasar salad has a generous serving of shredded cheddar and croutons.. oh my.. do i love cheese and croutons.. maybe thats the reason why i am starting to like salads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking in number 3 position is ... Gelare's ceasar salad.. not exactly very nice.. ok.. i was just trying to be nice.. it was not nice at all.. bwhahaha.. the hard boiled egg that came along with it was half done.. all still soggy...and there was no chicken in it.. just a pathetic sprinkle of bacon bits.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking in the last positions is.. KFC's salad.. nope.. i din exactly tried it.. din dare to.. after hearin from yiling.. the salad had a weird dressing.. weird dress sense huh.. haha.. and it din taste good at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. thats all i have on salads.. oh.. and my sis told me thatt there is this place where they serve yummy salads too.. but for now.. the name of the place just slipped out of my mind.. will check with her again.. and let u peeps know!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i went running below my block during the long weekend.. and went to the gym sometime before that.. boy.. was i shagged.. i was so curious to find out how many km the perimeter around my surrounding block was.. and how much i had ran.. so i checked up the streetdirectory and did some rough estimation.. it was only about 3+km.. and was i exhausted after the run.. must motivate myself to train up to the kind of fitness condition i was in when i was in the netball team.. cant stand the flabbiness.. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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are wonderin.. ok.. so here's a quick update of what i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri-&lt;br /&gt;went to check on the stupid solution on the shaker.. then went out with the jie meis.. ahhaha nope.. din get anything..was still deciding whether or not to go to the states with him.. i found a cheaper route.. that was to take Malaysia Airlines to LA and wait for him to join me there... but i was still deciding whether to go or not.. so i told him about it over dinner.. and this time round he offered to pay.. but then i dun think it is very nice ..cos i dun wan to waste his money.. cos will only be there for like a week only.. compared to the other 2 times i was there for 1 mth each..stiill undecided.. oh ya.. and actually another person from chem eng wanted tto use that shaker for his fyp.. and he felt bad that tthat F***ing bitch made me go back for the solution on the shaker.. so he smsed me and apologised.. i oso felt bad too.. cos i was not angry at him and i tottally understand he oso need to do his fyp.. but it was that F***ing bitch's fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-&lt;br /&gt;yes.. finally a day when i dun need to go back to check on that stupid solution..spent more than half the day at home lazing around.. did a skeleton for my fyp report..then went for tuition and went out with him to eat with his family..went to this restaurant..i was not very comfortable whenever i was around his family... was afraid i do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing or come across as impolite..after so many years.. i finally had real good grade shark's fin soup.. the last time i had it was in sec 4 on a community involvement trip to chiangmai.. our team member had a relative who had a shark's fin shop there..ok.. so the dinner cost him a bomb..but he is always so generous.. i still remembered that lobster we had at boston ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun- &lt;br /&gt;laze around at his place.. watched quite a few hours of Band of Brothers.. finally goin to finish that whole series.. think we were at the 7th disc.. left with 3 discs.. it was quite nice.. looking at how strong the human spirit was..i liked the music too.. always hoped that i can play such grand music.. thats why i took up organ lessons...i still dun understand why there must be war.. i have always said i wanted to be a soldier.. but looking at the Band of Brothers.. i start to doubtt that i woould ever have that much courage to fight in a war..i tot it was quite relevant.. so i have decided to put up a pic of the vietnam war memorial we took in the states.. though the Band of Brothers was on a different war.. here's my salute tto all the soldiers who have ever fought in a war..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111617388030234568?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Maybe not, but I'm pretty sure it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you had to learn to stand: a process involving constantly falling down, then getting back up. You laughed sometimes and cried at other times. Somehow there was a determination and conviction that you would succeed, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much practice you finally figure out how to balance yourself, a necessary requirement. You enjoyed this new feeling of power - you'd stand everywhere you could - in your crib, by the couch, on someone's lap. It was a joyous time - you did it! You were in control of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - the next step - walking. You'd seen others do it - it didn't look that hard - just move your legs while you were standing, right? Wrong - more complexity than you ever imagined. More frustration than anyone should have to deal with. But you tried, again and again and again until you figured this out, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people caught you walking, they applauded, they laughed, it was a, "Oh my God, look at what he's/she's doing". This encouragement fueled you on; it raised your self-confidence. But how many times did you attempt when no one was watching, when no one was cheering? Every chance you got. You had places to go, things to see, knowledge to learn. You couldn't wait for someone to encourage you to take the next steps. You learned how to encourage yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could only remember this about ourselves in today's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we can do anything we set our minds to if we are willing to go through the process, just like when we learned to walk. We don't need to wait for others to encourage us; we need to encourage ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've forgotten how to do this, or feel like your self-esteem needs a boost, take a short journey back through the your life - look at your accomplishments, no matter if they were large or small - you met the challenge and figured out a way to succeed. Focus on all the things you thought you could never do, initially, and did. While going back, look for the little child you once were. Thank them for never giving up. As you wave goodbye, remember they will never give up on you. They have believed in you all of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you need to believe in you too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, today is the best day of your life because yesterday was and tomorrow may only be." --- Marlene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111461697275856482?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111461697275856482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111461697275856482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111461697275856482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111461697275856482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/sure-you-can.html' title='SURE YOU CAN!'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111459697476210547</id><published>2005-04-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:16:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story that i thought was quite touching and nice</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;The bridal car stopped in&lt;br /&gt;front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that &lt;br /&gt;I carry her out of&lt;br /&gt;the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. &lt;br /&gt;She was then plump and&lt;br /&gt;shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was &lt;br /&gt;the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of &lt;br /&gt;pure water: we had a kid, I&lt;br /&gt;went into business and tried to make more &lt;br /&gt;money. When the assets were&lt;br /&gt;steadily increasing, the affections between us &lt;br /&gt;seemed to ebb. She was a&lt;br /&gt;civil servant. Every morning we left home together &lt;br /&gt;and got home almost at&lt;br /&gt;the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding &lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. &lt;br /&gt;But the calm life was more&lt;br /&gt;likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. &lt;br /&gt;Dew hugged me from&lt;br /&gt;behind. My heart once again was immersed in her &lt;br /&gt;stream of love. This was&lt;br /&gt;the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best &lt;br /&gt;draws girls. Her words suddenly&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of my wife. When we just married, &lt;br /&gt;my wife said, Men like you,&lt;br /&gt;once successful, would be very attractive to girls. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I&lt;br /&gt;became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed &lt;br /&gt;my wife. But I couldnt;'&lt;br /&gt;help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said, you go to &lt;br /&gt;select some furniture, O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;I 've got something to do in the company. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously she was unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;because I had promised her to go and see with &lt;br /&gt;her. At the moment, the idea&lt;br /&gt;of divorce became clearer in my mind although it &lt;br /&gt;used to be something&lt;br /&gt;impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife &lt;br /&gt;about it. No matter&lt;br /&gt;how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be &lt;br /&gt;deeply hurt. Honestly, she&lt;br /&gt;was a good wife. Every evening she was busy &lt;br /&gt;preparing dinner. I was&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready &lt;br /&gt;soon. Then we watched TV&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing &lt;br /&gt;Dew's body. This was&lt;br /&gt;the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, &lt;br /&gt;suppose we divorce, what&lt;br /&gt;will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds &lt;br /&gt;without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she believed that divorce was &lt;br /&gt;something too far away from her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt; imagine how she would react once she &lt;br /&gt;got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just &lt;br /&gt;stepped out. Almost all the&lt;br /&gt;staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and &lt;br /&gt;tried to hide something&lt;br /&gt;while talking with her. She seemed to have got &lt;br /&gt;some hint. She gently&lt;br /&gt;smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in &lt;br /&gt;her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, Divorce her, O.K.? &lt;br /&gt;Then we live together. I&lt;br /&gt;nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her &lt;br /&gt;hand. I 've got something to&lt;br /&gt;tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. &lt;br /&gt;Again I observed the hurt&lt;br /&gt;in her eyes. Suddenly I didnt; know how to open &lt;br /&gt;my mouth. But I had to let&lt;br /&gt;her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I &lt;br /&gt;raised a serious topic&lt;br /&gt;calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt; t seem to be much annoyed by my &lt;br /&gt;words, instead she asked me&lt;br /&gt;softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. &lt;br /&gt;This so-called answer&lt;br /&gt;turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks &lt;br /&gt;and shouted at me, you are&lt;br /&gt;not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, we didnt; talk to each other. She &lt;br /&gt;was weeping. I knew she&lt;br /&gt;wanted to find out what had happened to our &lt;br /&gt;marriage. But I could hardly&lt;br /&gt;give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart &lt;br /&gt;had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce &lt;br /&gt;agreement, which stated&lt;br /&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% &lt;br /&gt;stake of my company. She&lt;br /&gt;glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a &lt;br /&gt;pain in my heart. The&lt;br /&gt;woman who had been living ten years with me &lt;br /&gt;would become a stranger one&lt;br /&gt;day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was &lt;br /&gt;what I had expected to&lt;br /&gt;see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. &lt;br /&gt;The idea of divorce,&lt;br /&gt;which had obsessed me for several weeks, &lt;br /&gt;seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining &lt;br /&gt;my clients. I saw her&lt;br /&gt;writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. &lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I&lt;br /&gt;found she was still there. I turned over and was &lt;br /&gt;asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didnt; &lt;br /&gt;want anything from me,&lt;br /&gt;but I was supposed to give her one month's time &lt;br /&gt;before divorce, and in the&lt;br /&gt;month's time we must live as normal life as &lt;br /&gt;possible. Her reason was&lt;br /&gt;simple: our son would finish his summer vacation &lt;br /&gt;a month later and she&lt;br /&gt;didnt; want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and &lt;br /&gt;then asked me, do you still&lt;br /&gt;remember how I entered our bridal room on the &lt;br /&gt;wedding day? This question&lt;br /&gt;suddenly brought back all those wonderful &lt;br /&gt;memories to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in &lt;br /&gt;your arms, she continued,&lt;br /&gt;so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out &lt;br /&gt;in your arms on the&lt;br /&gt;day when we divorce. From now to the end of this &lt;br /&gt;month, you must carry me&lt;br /&gt;out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those &lt;br /&gt;sweet days and wished to&lt;br /&gt;end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. &lt;br /&gt;She laughed loudly and&lt;br /&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she &lt;br /&gt;does, she has to face the&lt;br /&gt;result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words &lt;br /&gt;more or less made me&lt;br /&gt;feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since &lt;br /&gt;my divorce intention was&lt;br /&gt;explicitly expressed. We even treated each other &lt;br /&gt;as a stranger. So when I&lt;br /&gt;carried her out for the first day, we both appeared &lt;br /&gt;clumsy. Our son&lt;br /&gt;clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in &lt;br /&gt;his arms. His words brought&lt;br /&gt;me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the &lt;br /&gt;sitting room, then to the&lt;br /&gt;door, I walked over ten meters with her in my &lt;br /&gt;arms. She closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and said softly, let us start from today, don t tell &lt;br /&gt;our son. I nodded,&lt;br /&gt;feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside &lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait&lt;br /&gt;for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more &lt;br /&gt;easily. She leaned on my&lt;br /&gt;chest. We were so close that I could smell the &lt;br /&gt;fragrance of her blouse. I&lt;br /&gt;realized that I had not looked at this intimate &lt;br /&gt;woman carefully for a long&lt;br /&gt;time. I found she was not young any more. There &lt;br /&gt;were some fine wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside &lt;br /&gt;garden is being&lt;br /&gt;demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to &lt;br /&gt;feel that we were&lt;br /&gt;still an intimate couple and I was holding my &lt;br /&gt;sweetheart in my arms. The&lt;br /&gt;visualization of Dew became more vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me &lt;br /&gt;something, such as,&lt;br /&gt;where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful &lt;br /&gt;while cooking, etc. I&lt;br /&gt;nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt; tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the &lt;br /&gt;everyday workout made me&lt;br /&gt;stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry &lt;br /&gt;you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to &lt;br /&gt;carry her out. She tried&lt;br /&gt;quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then &lt;br /&gt;she sighed, all my&lt;br /&gt;dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly &lt;br /&gt;realized that it was&lt;br /&gt;because she was thinner that I could carry her &lt;br /&gt;more easily, not because I&lt;br /&gt;was stronger. I knew she had buried all the &lt;br /&gt;bitterness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I &lt;br /&gt;reached out a hand to&lt;br /&gt;touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to &lt;br /&gt;carry mum out. He said.&lt;br /&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out &lt;br /&gt;had been an essential&lt;br /&gt;part of his life. She gestured our son to come &lt;br /&gt;closer and hugged him&lt;br /&gt;tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I &lt;br /&gt;would change my mind at&lt;br /&gt;the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from &lt;br /&gt;the bedroom, through&lt;br /&gt;the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand &lt;br /&gt;surrounded my neck softly and&lt;br /&gt;naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came &lt;br /&gt;back to our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could &lt;br /&gt;hardly move a step.&lt;br /&gt;Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I &lt;br /&gt;hope you will hold me in&lt;br /&gt;your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didnt; &lt;br /&gt;notice that our life&lt;br /&gt;was lack of such intimacy. I jumped out of the car &lt;br /&gt;swiftly without locking&lt;br /&gt;the door. I was afraid any delay would make me &lt;br /&gt;change my decision. I&lt;br /&gt;walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to &lt;br /&gt;her, Sorry, Dew, I won't&lt;br /&gt;divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched &lt;br /&gt;my forehead. You got no&lt;br /&gt;fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Dew, I said, I can&lt;br /&gt;only say sorry to you, I wont; divorce. My &lt;br /&gt;marriage life was boring&lt;br /&gt;probably because she and I didnt; value the &lt;br /&gt;details of life, not because&lt;br /&gt;we didnt; love each other any more. Now I &lt;br /&gt;understand that since I carried&lt;br /&gt;her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am &lt;br /&gt;supposed to hold her&lt;br /&gt;until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me &lt;br /&gt;a loud slap and then slammed&lt;br /&gt;the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs &lt;br /&gt;and drove to the&lt;br /&gt;office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I &lt;br /&gt;ordered a bouquet for my wife,&lt;br /&gt;which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me &lt;br /&gt;to write the greeting&lt;br /&gt;words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I 'll carry &lt;br /&gt;you out every morning&lt;br /&gt;until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are so comfortable living in the &lt;br /&gt;love showered by our love&lt;br /&gt;ones that we take things for granted. It takes a &lt;br /&gt;true heart to give and&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice, so treasure and never shatter it. Cheers &lt;br /&gt;and have a lovely week&lt;br /&gt;ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111459697476210547?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111459697476210547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111459697476210547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111459697476210547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111459697476210547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/story-that-i-thought-was-quite.html' title='A story that i thought was quite touching and nice'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111459167673338494</id><published>2005-04-27T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:47:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequel to Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Yes! Another Bad Day!.. cant believe my luck! My new hp is warded into Nokia Hospital!.. This is how it happened.. saw phone left with 2 bars of batt.. so i went to sleep.. while sleeping phone gave out weird beeps.. cannot be bothered so i continue to sleep.. woke up.. and check phone.. it shut down on its own.. ok.. nv.. to batt died.. the phone was very hot.. i tot umm... dunno what happen.. must be the batt.. nvm.. so plug it in to charge.. tried to on phone.. cannot on.. so i tot let it gain some energy first.. after a while i tried on-ing the phone again.. still cannot.. panic.. umm.. so i brought it down to the shop where it bought it from tot within 7 days can have 1-1 exchange.. but nop!..thats for samsung and dunno what other phones.. nokia doesnt have this policy.. so went to nokia hospital.. andyes.. it has to be warded for a week.. and i am back to stone age.. watever lah.. so sick and tired of these things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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your name&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk much anymore&lt;br /&gt;We keep running from the pain&lt;br /&gt;But what I wouldn't give to see your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springtime in the city&lt;br /&gt;Always such relief from the winter freeze&lt;br /&gt;The snow was more lonely than cold &lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got an agenda&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop &lt;br /&gt;Keep that chin up you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe what a year it's been&lt;br /&gt;Are you still the same?&lt;br /&gt;Has your opinion changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't recognize this place&lt;br /&gt;The picture frames have changed and so has your name&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk much anymore&lt;br /&gt;We keep running from these sentences&lt;br /&gt;But what I wouldn't give to see your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;I know I never really treated you right&lt;br /&gt;I've paid the price&lt;br /&gt;I'm still paying for it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I shouldn't have called&lt;br /&gt;Was it too soon to tell?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;How do you redefine something that never really had a name?&lt;br /&gt;Has your opinion changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111388943700268868?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111388943700268868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111388943700268868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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we can't find a way out of these problems&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe we don't need this&lt;br /&gt;Standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;Enemies at war we build defenses&lt;br /&gt;And secret hiding places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might need you to hold me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I might need you to say it's alright&lt;br /&gt;I might need you to make the first stand&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight I'm finding it hard to be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;More than angry words I hate this silence&lt;br /&gt;It's getting so loud&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;But bitterness has silenced these emotions&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me isn't happiness &lt;br /&gt;Worth more than a gold diamond ring?&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing o do anything&lt;br /&gt;To calm the storm in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the praying kind&lt;br /&gt;But lately I've been down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Not looking for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Just a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember not long ago?&lt;br /&gt;When we used to live for the nighttime&lt;br /&gt;Cherish each moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't live we exist&lt;br /&gt;We just run through our lives&lt;br /&gt;So alone&lt;br /&gt;That's why you've got to hold me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111388923516020071?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111388923516020071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111388923516020071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111388923516020071'/><link rel='self' 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I had a bad day.. woke up at 6plus to go for interview.. lost my hp in the exxon harbour front toilet!.. security guard was not helpful at all.. i seriously think the cleaner auntie took it ok.. the whole time i ask her she was acting blur.. :(... why would someone wan an old ugly lousy phone like mine?.. it is just a nokia 6100.. no mp3 player.. no camera..no video recording.. no sound recording.. no nothing.. just a phone for me to communicate with others.. now all my msges stored inside are gone.. all my contacts are gone.. so sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if it wasnt bad enuff.. i found out that there were 9 positions available only and there were 10 of us.. since i am so sway today i bet i am the 10th person who din get it.. lets wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was raining cats and dogs when i was about to reach home.. what a big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so upset i bought myself a bk student's meal.. and ate all i can.. and talked to my sis online and talked to my mother.. they wanted to get me a new phone.. so touchededed.. but i din noe what phone to get.. cos all i wanted was my old phone back.. can i pay the person who took it the money it was worth and get my phone back?.. maybe i should go paste a poster in the toilet.. even if i wan to buy back the same model oso dun have liao :(.. in the end i cant decided what phone i wan.. so i told my mum and sis i will just get it after exams.. no one contact me anyway.. and i went to sleep.. and i refuse to wake up and finally i woke up and i am forcing myself to study.. :( and i still have tuition later.. sian diao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111381368042971351?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111381368042971351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111381368042971351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111381368042971351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111381368042971351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111313256580119681</id><published>2005-04-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:29:25.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for Yiling...</title><content type='html'>Hey gal! Thanks for helping me do the drawing thingy.. toucheded.. hehehe.. owe u are treat.. realised only true frens will come to your call for aid.. :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111313256580119681?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111313256580119681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111313256580119681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111313256580119681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111313256580119681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/especially-for-yiling.html' title='Especially for Yiling...'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111311717700930206</id><published>2005-04-10T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:12:57.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>just got back from tuition and lunch... exhausted.. couldnt get to sleep last nite.. think i slept too much yesterday afternoon.. yes.. i shall attempt to study for my german vocab test again.. it's so hot outside... lucky i'm back home liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111305959122401940</id><published>2005-04-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:13:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Topsy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/50/239520355ITAXsy_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/200/239520355ITAXsy_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111305959122401940?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111305959122401940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111305959122401940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111305959122401940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111305959122401940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/topsy.html' title=''/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111305955344558483</id><published>2005-04-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:12:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sydney, Australia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/50/176372659jLlcGO_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/200/176372659jLlcGO_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111305908165939430</id><published>2005-04-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:04:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jie Meis&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/50/IMG_09481.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/200/IMG_09481.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111305894464527621</id><published>2005-04-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:02:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lao Gao and ME&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/50/018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/200/018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111305884131684619</id><published>2005-04-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:00:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ME&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/50/4575288717842s.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/200/4575288717842s.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12040295.post-111304480113939024</id><published>2005-04-09T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:50:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Saturday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey ppl.. so what's everyone doing now?.. how are my jie meis?.. guess everyone's pretty busy with exam preparations.. ummm well.. i'm supposed to study for my german vocab test now.. but hhehehe.. here i am creating my own blog..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as usual.. when the exams are drawing near.. i will go into depression.. have been restless for the whole of yesterday and today.. finally my mech design project is getting somewhere.. have been thinking about what I could do after my exams.. even smsed shwuling and ask her to go kayaking after exams hahaha... coincidentally.. we have our last paper on the same day! yeah! then we can go and paint the town red after our exams..and I have already made an appointment with the ever so busy miss tan yingyin ahhaha.. miss my jie meis.. ehhehe.. for my jie meis in ntu.. one more week to exams.. jia you! for my jie meis in nus.. hahaha.. we still have time to slack.. aaa... nnonono.. i mean to prepare.. hahahah..dun slack.. hahaha okok.. i am talking nonsense now.. signs of non functioning brain.. ummm must find out more about how to decorate this new thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And Qian ask me to add in.. I am chatting with her now hahahahhaahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12040295-111304480113939024?l=complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/111304480113939024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12040295&amp;postID=111304480113939024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111304480113939024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12040295/posts/default/111304480113939024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedsimplicity.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-another-saturday.html' title='Just another Saturday..'/><author><name>S.O.E.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05089126045964266828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/160/5070/1024/2364470274558l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
