<?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-30096877</id><updated>2011-08-13T20:49:07.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~BooN~~bOOn~~BoOn~~bOoN~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-5193799407280548469</id><published>2010-11-15T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:50:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>isn't it pathetic to feel ur presence undesired...&lt;br /&gt;especially when ur suggestion got rejected..&lt;br /&gt;just one word.. pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;all time low..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-5193799407280548469?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-7337575394817393588</id><published>2010-11-03T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:19:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>i know the updates abt u via others..&lt;br /&gt;it's always new to me..&lt;br /&gt;u said u told me but i never heard of it..&lt;br /&gt;u said u told someone and I am not the one..&lt;br /&gt;u  can talk to others abt many stuff&lt;br /&gt;but turn quiet in my presence or dun wan to tell me stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I even sense ur resentment and impatient during our chat&lt;br /&gt;eventually I shut my mouth..no mood to talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end I dun even know u r emo..and wat u emo abt..&lt;br /&gt;I don deserve to know and a chance to console?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-5733507440361362305</id><published>2010-09-26T20:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:04:09.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25092010-26092010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern family season 1 (24 episodes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting mockumentary.. always laugh at all the things that could happen in family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pandorum  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;深空失忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;sci-fi movie tat make me keep thinking of dead space and mass effect.. slight similarities among these three.. the creatures look like that of in the movie descent.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b face="arial"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  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mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h3  style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Date night  &lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;约会之夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;romantic comedy that make me laugh a little.. great couple combi.. both are great comedians in series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Peony Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 游园惊梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn old movie produced by Yonfan (mean have a little theme of plu) that I had always wanted to watch when it was release.. I could rem that it was rated R21 in the cinema due to make out scene of Daniel Wu (great body) with Joey Wong (nothing shown) thus I cant watch it.. beautiful japanese actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Rie Miyazawa &lt;/b&gt;in the show tat memorized me whenever she appear..it like my soul is captured by her beauty, elegant in her act.. she really deserved the award..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h3  style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Transylmania &lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;吸血鬼复仇记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;boring vampire-themed teen comedy that is not funny at all.. boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h3  style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's Out of My League 我配不上她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;nice romantic comedy that make me laugh.. one of the rare romantic comedy that use a loser-look actor as the main male actor..  theme :a loser can  get a beauty as his babe as long as he is confident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-5733507440361362305?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/5733507440361362305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=5733507440361362305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/5733507440361362305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/5733507440361362305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2010/09/25092010-26092010.html' title='25092010-26092010'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-631807429261007259</id><published>2010-09-06T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:52:48.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of weiwei</title><content type='html'>a minute of silence for wei wei.. rip @ 5pm..&lt;br /&gt;u r the strongest.. survive the longest among all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/TIUOOnCjePI/AAAAAAAAACs/4NnSY93MiZw/s1600/SNC00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/TIUOOnCjePI/AAAAAAAAACs/4NnSY93MiZw/s320/SNC00252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828962945693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-631807429261007259?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/631807429261007259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-3165311947556197879</id><published>2010-09-05T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:47:28.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat kind of ship is thiis?</title><content type='html'>initially it is atill acceptable when they joked abt it.. later there were a high frequencies of the same thing.. eventually found out abt they actually jealous of it and one even feel very demoralised by it that he every time lament how lousy he is and now he had changed job with higher pay...&lt;br /&gt;I am nt the one with highest no yet I am alway the target of the joke..&lt;br /&gt;hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-3165311947556197879?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/3165311947556197879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=3165311947556197879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3165311947556197879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3165311947556197879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2010/09/wat-kind-of-ship-is-thiis.html' title='wat kind of ship is thiis?'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-4370851909456688644</id><published>2010-07-04T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:25:37.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting like a idiot</title><content type='html'>waiting waiting waiting like a idiot&lt;br /&gt;cancel movie trip @920 cos thought can chat with u&lt;br /&gt;keep expecting and got disappointed every time...&lt;br /&gt;so hurt in the heart tat it wet my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so pain in the heart tat make my mind scream&lt;br /&gt;want 2 share with some1 but never felt so lonely like a empty shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other update to you&lt;br /&gt;you update to others&lt;br /&gt;do u know mine? do I know yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-4370851909456688644?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/4370851909456688644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=4370851909456688644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/4370851909456688644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/4370851909456688644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-like-idiot.html' title='waiting like a idiot'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-8113057240894566569</id><published>2010-06-16T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:11:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>wat is life... maybe to me life mean living is fucking experience..&lt;br /&gt;to have a life as human being sux.. have to grow up and be responsible when you reach 18 or 21. It is because u can be prosecuted for your words and actions. Be human mean you have to experience all type of feelings tat you can think of.. anger, joy, bored, sadness.. n etcs..&lt;br /&gt;be human can be so complicated and I have never felt so tired b4.. try to end it but obligation and selfless me cant do that..really hope for that day to come and let me taste the freedom and stress-free world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have never felt so demoralize and low confidence&lt;br /&gt;always felt that other is always better than me&lt;br /&gt;they are always smarter than me&lt;br /&gt;they are always more approachable&lt;br /&gt;they are always more chatty than me&lt;br /&gt;they can entertain other than me&lt;br /&gt;they are always better than me in all ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood again...&lt;br /&gt;something is fucking wrong in my tone or voice..&lt;br /&gt;colleagues and friends thought tat I am sarcastic when I am not..&lt;br /&gt;I shld stop giving stupid comments, smoke more so that I will talk less.. dun feel like talking.. be a mute maybe is a better choice for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired yet I cant sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;so hungry yet I dun know wat I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-8113057240894566569?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/8113057240894566569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=8113057240894566569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8113057240894566569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8113057240894566569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-2832764122763355998</id><published>2010-04-24T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:56:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never felt so misunderstand at all.. not just once but it happen twice..&lt;br /&gt;i wan to share n tell ppl but in the end.. ppl just still dun understand.. my heart hurts and i m crying... if only there is something for me to kill the pain in the heart n release my anguish..&lt;br /&gt;just don blame me if I do unexpected things.. just dun blame me if I dun appear and go disappear.. it seem better for me not to appear... wat a fucking day today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-2832764122763355998?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/2832764122763355998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=2832764122763355998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/2832764122763355998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/2832764122763355998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-felt-so-misunderstand-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-86697562118182358</id><published>2009-10-27T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:24:31.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting day</title><content type='html'>hai.. after been to 3 interviews, I sstil felt very nervous before interviews.. I cant be like myself.. don't know is it because I not comfortable in formal wear.. Or I have to really say I had lost my confidence ever since Honours presentation n viva.. I cant present as well as I did during poly.. Cant imagine how I managed to get the highest score and best review from the lecturer.. I so miss that confident me who can present n talk well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up by phonecalls, first call is regarding this insurance company job. Went for the interview the previous day, I felt ok only.. I even intentionly choose undesirable trait during the character test so that I wont be selected for the job but sadly plan backfired.. The lady in the phone mentioned that the ppl are very impressed with my performance and now the manager wan to meet me for discussing more n details about the salary. I politely deferred the meeting to later date by saying I need to discuss with family members.. Cant imagine myself workin as sales management trainee aka insurance agent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I end this call, another call got through. It is from another job agent who got me a interview with nanos (biopolis; a star). She was informing me that both my referees did not reply her regarding the referees back up on my work attitude. She even ask me whether I can think of the third referee.. my head was bursting at that time.. cant think of another one in such a short time.. So I told the agent that I tried to contact my referees first.. By the time I end the call, I have to get ready for the fourth interview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beautiful school for the interview, the school has its own track field.. nice place.. can feel that the ambience is also different once i stepped in the building. The guards are very very friendly.. so friendly that I feel so welcome.. haa.. not like those horrible guards in msia.. like they are big shot.. My interview was a casual meet up with a teacher. She was hoping to find a staff that help out in the research lab of the school and selected candidates will have to go for second interview.. She asks few qns and I just answered as well as I can.. Luckily I manage to be more calm this time.. maybe bcos I am facing one ppl. After a short q&amp;amp;a session, I follow the teacher to HR department where she need to talk to the HR officer and later get back to me. When she came back, she asked whether I can wait a while as the HR officer went to check if the vice principle free because they want to arrange for the second interview immediately. I was surprise and of cos I wait. Later the door swing open and I heard:" Yes, that's me. I am here" I look up.. saw a cool lady with PLU aura walked in and she is the vice principle.. I had my second interview with the vice principle and the same teacher. The teacher just asked one more qns and the vp asked 3 or 4 qns and she declared she had no more qns and concluded the interview.. I was shocked again cos this interview end even faster than I thought and when I about to get up from my seat, the vp asked whether am I a hakka.. wow.. same qns poped up again..reminded me the interview that i had 4 years ago at nyp.. due to my unique surname and only hakka ppl have that weird english surname.. ppl can guess my dialect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview.. I got a call from the agent regarding my referees. My referees have response to her..and she thanks me for the effort and will get back to me as soon as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in short, spent whole day finding job and hope my job hunt can end soon.. Quite like the school interview today.. maybe becos it is a sch environment.. n it is quite stable job although won be having high pay and not much corporate ladder to climb.. ...hai.. hai.. hai.. hai.. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;research job or lab tech job...&lt;br /&gt;contract job or perm job..&lt;br /&gt;no bonous or got bonus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-86697562118182358?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/86697562118182358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=86697562118182358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/86697562118182358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/86697562118182358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-day.html' title='interesting day'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-3825282615265644533</id><published>2009-10-25T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:53:43.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how well planned a revenge can be?</title><content type='html'>watched interesting movie titled oldboy. A korean movie which storyline was adapted from a japanese comics.&lt;br /&gt;The movie start from a man named Daesu was drunk and his friend bailed. Both of them went to a telephone booth and wished Daesu's daughter happy birthday. Daesu was then kidnapped and imprisoned in a room, fed with dumplings every meal, for fifteen years. When he was released, he met a young female sushi chef and he spent his first night out at her room. Daesu planned to revenge and find out why is he imprisoned for fifteen years. while pursuing for the truth, both Daesu and the female chef fell in love and had intercourse. In the end Daesu found out that from the moment he was imprisoned till to his meeting with the female chef was arranged and planned by a guy named woojin. Woojin want to make Daesu suffered because Daesu spread words that woojin had relationship with his sister and his sister was pregnant and caused woojin's sister to commit suicide. The twist in the story is that the female chef is Daesu's daughter. And the ending is very open end and quite controversy cos u will be wondering what will happen to the incest relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, I went to read the original manga and the story is different and the reasonale why the "woojin" want revenge is even more ridiculous in manga version than the movie version. A nice example of how the movie version is better than the manga version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next watched a horror movie titled three extremes 2: dumpling story. Disgusting way to attain eternal youth. However in this story, incest topic came up again when a 15 year old year had abortion because it is her father's child. At that moment, I remember a story told by my aunty's driver about a year ago. He was asking a father regarding the incest topic and why certain ppl love to commit this kind of affair. The father replied by imagine you had planted and nurtured a fruit tree for many years and finally the tree bore fruits the first time. So will you eat the fruits or give it to some one else? The answer indicated that this father will conduct an incestious crime on his family. WTF is that guy thinking to compare human to a fruit tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~can only say movie depict real life~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-3825282615265644533?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/3825282615265644533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=3825282615265644533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3825282615265644533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3825282615265644533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-well-planned-revenge-can-be.html' title='how well planned a revenge can be?'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-1083301263765200423</id><published>2009-10-11T19:54:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:07:42.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very nice sad emo song..</title><content type='html'>Really love internet.. so glad the existent of internet have helped me found alot of soundtracks I feel in love with but could not find it. I can remember I was searching for the Cruel intention soundtrack by Edward Sheamur for a few days many many many years ago when I just had 56k modern, sadly I cant find it.. I visited many cd shops and websites and found out tat the recording company did not produce it. Luckily, last year I managed to find it available for dl.. love and really grateful to tat kind-hearted person who created the torrent and the seeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love martial art shows especially during Brigitte Lin (林青霞) era. Today many thanks to streaming video (pps), I found a very old hong kong martial art series that was released during 1996(The swordsman , 剑啸江湖) that I watched when I was a teen.. I also fall in love with its theme song despite I don't understand cantonese at that time. 13 years later, I finally know who is the singer and the song title. Immediately, I try to dl the song.. a very nice sad emo song...and now I understand the song better bcos I found the lyrics too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;麦子杰-怕你看见我悲伤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;说过永远爱你这么一句话&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mentioned this sentence:" I love you 4ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;未会料到去支撑我痛苦以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never expect it will support me after my pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;面对世上更多挑战 面对更危险&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;compared to other challenges, it is more dangerous facing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;怀念里全是你的片段&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every images in my memory consist you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;变化却太快了不可改变吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however changes occur too fast and that cant be change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;面对着你 更加心痛更加无话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;facing u hurt me more in the heart and speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;就算我愿 豁出生死 但欠了时机&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I m willing to sacrifice my life for you but lack of opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;其实你不要问 明白当中真假&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact u dont want to ask and u understand wat are truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;怕你看见我悲伤 闪于湿湿的眼光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scare to let u see me sad with teary eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;绝望或是受到迫害 不会对你讲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will not tell you that I feel hopeless or encounter harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;怕你看见我悲伤 孤身消失于远方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scare to let u see me sad, I disappeared alone in far away land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;现在定是令你失望 不寄望被原谅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now I've disappointed u and I'm not expecting to be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;离别你 只盼望瞒着一些真相&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving you hoping that I can hide some truth from u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;离别你 跟你是同样一般思想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving you and spent time with you are just normal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/v4_6FTEqD2A/"&gt;http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/v4_6FTEqD2A/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loving internet.. three cheers to internet!!!! yeah!!! I'm enjoying the emo song in repeat mode now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-1083301263765200423?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/1083301263765200423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=1083301263765200423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/1083301263765200423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/1083301263765200423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/found-another-retro-song.html' title='a very nice sad emo song..'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-8357599087081644433</id><published>2009-09-19T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:41:10.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one netizen “frodonet” who posted numerous comments to disparage Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;He was scathing in his criticism of Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you say Singapore is a first world nation, i tell u this :&lt;br /&gt;1) A first world nation will have a freedom of speech which Singapore has none like ROTI NAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;agreeable.. true true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A first world nation will have a pension system which Singapore has NONE but instead CPF is like you won’t be getting it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haa.. provided u reached the age requirement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A first world nation would have free universal healthcare service which Singapore has NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;agree... sg healthcare policy is following usa's step whereby money talk first before cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) A first world nation will have free/affordable cheap education but Singapore it is SO EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing is free in sg.. sian.. so envy of those aussies or canadians whereby gov paid them to study.. we have to pay to study.. same no money no talk issue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) A first world nation, would take care of it old citizens, in Singapore they want to build a hospice in jb just to cut cost..funny ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wahaaa... the first world nation also tax their citizens which can as high as 40%.. bcos this is the money that is going to be used to take care of the old citizen.. sg cpf only 20% and the u can use the cpf for retirement if u did contribute to ur cpf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A first world nation is where its’ leaders would not declare or raise their own pay until become the world’s highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is to ensure that corruption is not a temptations.. have to ensure that the leaders will not turn to corruption for extra pocket money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A first world nation is where employees are protected but in Sg employees are exploited.&lt;br /&gt;A first world nation is where it’s sportsmen are of it’s own breed..singapore only good at hiring foreigners and change their citizenship…tak malu! u may win the game but never win the respect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;true.. that is so sad cos our unions isnt not as supportive as that of other country like England or Paris.. wahaaa.. sad that sg dun have talented sportmen that she need foreigners to fight for her.. at least the government try to support these sportmen whereas other countries government only busy stuffing their own pocket with the money n left those talented sportmen in lurch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is NOT A FIRST WORLD NATION. It is self declared.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sg is not a first world nation.. she is just a developed nation and on the progress to be one of the first world nation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-8357599087081644433?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/8357599087081644433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=8357599087081644433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8357599087081644433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8357599087081644433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-netizen-frodonet-who-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-7766461766912628430</id><published>2009-08-31T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:27:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roy Orbison - in the real world</title><content type='html'>In dreams we do so many things&lt;br /&gt;We set aside the rules we know&lt;br /&gt;And fly the world so high&lt;br /&gt;In great and shining rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could always live in dreams&lt;br /&gt;If only we could make of life&lt;br /&gt;What, in dreams, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the real world&lt;br /&gt;We must say our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the love will live&lt;br /&gt;It will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we cant change&lt;br /&gt;And endings come to us&lt;br /&gt;In ways that we cant rearrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and you love me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes we must let it be&lt;br /&gt;In the real world&lt;br /&gt;In the real world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were dreaming heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we had stayed right there&lt;br /&gt;For when the dreamers do awake&lt;br /&gt;The dreams do disappear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-7766461766912628430?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/7766461766912628430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=7766461766912628430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/7766461766912628430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/7766461766912628430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/roy-orbison-in-real-world.html' title='Roy Orbison - in the real world'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-3961859258199881240</id><published>2009-08-29T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:20:13.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nature &amp; silence</title><content type='html'>see how nature - trees, flowers, glass - grow in silence;&lt;br /&gt;see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...&lt;br /&gt;we need silence to be able to touch souls&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Teresa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing when the dawn will come,&lt;br /&gt;I open every door&lt;br /&gt;-Emily Dickinson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you remain silent and it speaks,&lt;br /&gt;you speak and it is silent&lt;br /&gt;-Hsuan-chaio-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each night, when I go to sleep, I die&lt;br /&gt;and the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn&lt;br /&gt;-Mahatma Gandhi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting verses in a arty farty seneric movie titled eve, a movie that feature many nice natural habitats that are going to be extinct if man don't cherish it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's irony that this movie was classified under erotica catetory due to nude scenes.. heee.. It is also amazing that the director Neil st clair manage to produce this movie.. wonder how he got the approval from the board of directors and censorship...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-3961859258199881240?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/3961859258199881240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=3961859258199881240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3961859258199881240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/3961859258199881240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/nature-silence.html' title='nature &amp; silence'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-5601112014393921624</id><published>2009-08-19T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:53:05.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to gain back my confidence..</title><content type='html'>Ever since viva, whenever the demoralising memory keep repeating in my head, I feel very negative and tears are "happily" lubricating my eyes again.  I really need to overcome that memory and gain back my self-confidence. Desperately need that sense of confidence for my future job hunt. I even want to avoid anything topic or qns regarding my honours. I don't even want to ackonowledge I did this project. I feel bad whenever I snapped back answer or unwillingly don't wan to talk abt my project to others. However I had to... I just need time to let it go....time.... until I feel comfortable talking abt it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-5601112014393921624?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/5601112014393921624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=5601112014393921624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/5601112014393921624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/5601112014393921624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-gain-back-my-confidence.html' title='Time to gain back my confidence..'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-248501331694331870</id><published>2009-05-25T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:10:40.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A replacement phone</title><content type='html'>Two days without any communication device can be a bliss and also a disaster. It's a bliss because no one can call and disturb me.. allowing me to be in my own cave world.. However it can be disaster when I want to look for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get a replacement phone. Quite a good deal, rm 360 for a second handed k770, although i feel so tempted to get a new one for rm500. In the end, i did not bcos i plan to do some modding to the phone and try some patches available for this model. So that if the phone die in the middle of modding, I wont feel any pain at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-248501331694331870?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/248501331694331870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=248501331694331870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/248501331694331870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/248501331694331870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/05/replacement-phone.html' title='A replacement phone'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-6405035879808134809</id><published>2009-05-23T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:03:24.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death of my k800i</title><content type='html'>my dear k800i phone had passed away by showing me the white screen of death after waking me up with its alarm. Bought this phone at jan 07 and it served me very well for 2 years plus with its phone ability and its camera function. Felt at a loss when with it and I had lost a lot of data in that phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-6405035879808134809?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/6405035879808134809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=6405035879808134809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/6405035879808134809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/6405035879808134809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-of-my-k800i.html' title='death of my k800i'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-347845240353918845</id><published>2009-04-09T15:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:02:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what friends are for?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for a outing, it was supposed to be a happy and catching-up session with a friend who is away in far far land for a while and she's back temporary. However words from insensible, insensitive and selfish person can hurt many hearts. Although I am not part of the close knit group, I can sense everyone affected is not being themselves during the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all right to complain and shout out your unhappiness but there is always a limit. Human have their own prob and their way of handling it. Everyone has their own family and friends prob. When people has prob, some will find next closest member in their life; friends. Friends will always lend you listening ears, real friends will always try to help u. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNAPPRECIATIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend did not acknowledge the little gestures or initiatives provided by real friends instead spit out words that rip up others' heart. The broken heart will be like broken mirror that cannot be mend to original form as spoken words cannot be swallow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things ain't always what you see on the surface. People on the surface, who didn't say out their problem, do not indicate they have problem-less life and they have fortunate life. There are people who kept quiet, try to solve the problem or control the crisis to the level of minimal damage instead of complaining just to get others' attention or go around hurting people to vent out your sadness and anger by saying out naive and inconsiderate words. Do you ever thought of asking your close friends how r they; how are they doing instead starting conversation with your own problem all the time? There is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO NEED TO MAKE A MOUNTAIN OUT OF MOLE HOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the most unfortunate people in your group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the next most important part in life after family so why not make the time spent with friends enjoyable and pleasurable although u are sad or in trouble. Why waste the energy and time to go out with friends when you just want to say hurting words in their face. You will never know what will happen in the future. In the end...in the end, it's too late. Learn how to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORGIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE indeed is .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.iving .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.s .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.ucking .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.xperience. It is all right to feel negative because you are human but there is no reason for one to indulge in the pool of negative thoughts for too long as everyone will have their own shares of experiencing pain and suffer. One who still can spread joy and laughter to people around he/she, although one has the bad day, is one who know how to spent their life worthwhile and understand what is living a life. In addition, TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that everything around you suck to the core and everyone treating you badly, in short life suck or you have a fucking life. Why not sit back and think about what have you done for others? Maybe the problem lies within neither your family, nor people around you. It lies within you. One required a lot of courage to admit the problems and take a long time to rectify it. Although a leopard will never change its spot but it is not impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-347845240353918845?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/347845240353918845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=347845240353918845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/347845240353918845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/347845240353918845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2009/04/wat-are-friends-for.html' title='what friends are for?'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-675216982167603446</id><published>2008-11-23T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:18:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So hating and sick of the word cute now!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently our lab research assistant (RA) has been opening up alot to us and are more approachable.. However it has reach to a extend that I cant stand the sound of the word cute anymore.. For everyday, without fail I will sure hear the word CUTE in the lab whenever RA and TLK are in the lab.The word come out from RA all the time, that to the extend that I wonder why she keep saying that.. a weird feeling and my instinct is telling me something. Some times Tlk is cute but rest of the time WC and me felt that she is unique, not cute. However the RA still call her cute when TLK did unique things. &lt;br /&gt;Next, as WC has finished her honours so she is rarely in the lab and the lab only left RA, TLK and me. Last week, the lab is very quiet when 3 of us are in the lab. Firstly RA said she had sore throat, adding on no one is in mood of joke.. I also notice that RA and TLK is chatting on msn. Well can understand at the time, RA no mood to talk due to sore throat so chat online..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, both of them chat on msn, I can hear the busy tapping of keyboard keys rhythm, it will be like hearing sound travel from left earphone to right earphone and then back to left earphone as Tlk is at my left and RA is at my right.. I sense something is wrong but I cant confirm it yet.. have to wait and see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-675216982167603446?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/675216982167603446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=675216982167603446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/675216982167603446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/675216982167603446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-hating-and-sick-of-word-cute-now.html' title='So hating and sick of the word cute now!!!'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-1824205174295972042</id><published>2008-11-12T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:49:42.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to change</title><content type='html'>I am trying to maintain my weight or even better if I can lose more weight.. I feel so heavy now.. Today in the lab, over discussion of BMI, found out 2 of the labmates who are taller than me, one having height of 158cm and that of other is 162cm, the 158cm mate weights 53Kg and the 162cm mate weights 57kg. Me? Having height of 152.5cm and weight 58Kg, I felt so fat and heavy beside them.. haa.. shall take good care of my diet..and try to exercise more if i can.. Hope I can complete the 10km marathon next month.. did not go for trainning for past month due to the treatment for my tendonitis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I am going to do something abt my bad habit, I try not show it to ny friends by my side if I can. Try to control and let only me, myself n I see my bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately turning quieter, some time don't even feel like opening my mouth. Just wan to listen to music and watch movies to pass my time. By right, I should be reading, analysing and planning for my project. The next assessment, literature review, is coming up soon. stress...have a feeling that the caveman moment is coming up too, don't know how long it will last this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-1824205174295972042?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/1824205174295972042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=1824205174295972042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/1824205174295972042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/1824205174295972042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2008/11/try-to-change.html' title='try to change'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-2640719746868365175</id><published>2008-09-23T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:28:29.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exies- these are the days</title><content type='html'>the best song i can find that can describe most of my feelings.. there is meaning in every line/paragraph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i talk the less i say When the words get in the way&lt;br /&gt;Lonliness is so hard&lt;br /&gt;Lonliness is so hard&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary i confess Living under house arrest&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i belong here&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there's beauty in The way my heart is caving in&lt;br /&gt;And every scar reminds me how I can't deny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i learn, the less i know The final act of letting go Of everything that life takes &lt;br /&gt;The reason why my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there's comfort in The way the world comes crashing in&lt;br /&gt;And every tear reminds me i'm alive Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days that last forever&lt;br /&gt;A time in my life i won't surrender&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, these are the days&lt;br /&gt;In my life i've loved no other&lt;br /&gt;We all have pain, we all have suffered&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, these are the days I will remember I will remember I will remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-2640719746868365175?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/2640719746868365175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=2640719746868365175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/2640719746868365175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/2640719746868365175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2008/09/exies-these-are-days.html' title='exies- these are the days'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-8179534147834883948</id><published>2008-09-11T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:03:11.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fucking day 09092008</title><content type='html'>Well on 08092008, feel a little sad cos the convo had end.. everyone had went back to where they supposed to be and start adjusting to the life in the real world... Have to accept the fact that time and tide wait for no man.. no more holidays.. I have to try to concentrate on my honours project.. but I still cant commit myself into the project.. I really really cannot tahan life in Malaysia... that is how I feel for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;after that.. planned to meet ezie for their break fast.. went to asia cafe in a kelisa containing 6 asses.. had dinner with rita, aqilah, ezie, aqel and one more guy whose name i cant rem now.. Ezie gave me a belated grad gift.. a ty bear with a tag "you did it".&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the rest went back except Ezie and I went to pyramid new wing's starbucks to start catching up on wat's happening.. I gave her the superb overdue explanation that she deserved and wat's happening for the past few months.. we exchanged updates and she has a lot of funny stories.. It was like the old times..&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting at the starbucks for hours that it is near midnight and ezie have to rush back for the curfew.. if not for the curfew, we would have chat even longer... After the catching up session with her, Although the group is not complete without the jeejee and nenek, I reach home with lighter heart and happiness..&lt;br /&gt;weirdly that night I cant sleep at all.. was lying on bed since 2 plus am but I keep turning and tossing on the bed till it's time for me to freshen up for sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUCKY tuesday 09092008&lt;br /&gt;Athough I din sleep at all, I still have physical energy and mental power to do my experiments for the whole day.. results from the experiments are not promising.. it either my samples are lost, or obtained funny inconsistent results or the bacteria din grow (usually all the time the bacteria grow) and I still cant prepared the solution due to missing reagent.. superb sian and bother by the unproductive day in the lab. I finished the work near 5 but I don feel like walking back home yet cos it is peak period on LDP road.. I rather rot in sch postgrad room then and also have to wait for xinying to return her external harddisc to her.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching "married life", then got a surprise call from Shin.. I tell her to come to postgrad room, and then straight after ending the call with Shin, Xinying called.. I told her to come to postgrad room too.. was scheming in my head wonder how both of them will react when they saw each other on the way to postgrad room.. As expected, xinying talked in high pitch to Shin just outside the room. when there's no one in the room then Shin and xy smuggled into the room and use the computers.&lt;br /&gt;Got sms from cat to call her.. so i called.. So glad to hear that she is coming down to find me and also for sang xin moment.. She is not in great form due to the breakup.. could not believe that guy is such a idiot.. and bastard.. I really hate ppl bullying my sister.. The news that cat is coming down have brighten up my day despite the failed experiments and she is also bringing others ppl down.. the more and merrier.. and I can ask them for help for my project..&lt;br /&gt;Later xy left for dinner and shin also left for dinner.. then I realised its 730pm and it is superb dark so I quickly walk out of school..&lt;br /&gt;the long creepy dark road from school to pyramid is exciting.. there is no bright streetlights along the road and the shop lots were closed.. I regreted for not leaving the school earlier.. so I called my aunty to ask her to fetch me from pyramid then.. she din answer then I just went to meet ezie, rita, nana and shasha at rsb.. Then aunty called.. I just asking her whether can fetch me back.. she start scolding things like y call at last minutes.. WTF.. last time when I called her at 4pm.. she scold me why call so early.. so which timing is the best.. or watever timing i called is the wrong timing.. i'm feeling a bit pissed and also sense that she is not in good mood so i asked is it convenient to fetch.. she scold wat''s up with the politeness.. if need say need.. no need to be so polite..&lt;br /&gt;KNN I just try to be kind to her and being bomb back like I am some manipulative ppl who used reverse psychology.. then talking abt where to pick me up. I mentioned pyramid main entrance and then end call..&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later she called and say she reached, I verified if she at the main entrance where there is taxi q there.. she said yes and she is right at the front.. So i walk to the main entrance and i could not find her so called back she say she is at the bus stop in front of the taxi q.. very good... the bus stop is nearer to the pyramid new gate and I had to walk detour to find her car..&lt;br /&gt;Once in the car, the fucky moment start:&lt;br /&gt;1. aunty: why everytime you all call at the last minutes, so last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: last time i called early u scolded me and now i call u much later u scold me.. wat time is the good time to call then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. aunty: I being kind-hearted, seeing you all (referrin to me and my cousin keith) have to take bus and walk and always reached home very tired so I offer to pick u all up. Why u all cannot be considerate for me. And just now in the phone why u ask is it convenient or not.. no need to say these kind of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so you can be be considerate to us and I cannot be considerate to u?!?&lt;br /&gt;(in my heart i was wondering wtf is she taking.. first say we not considerate n then bomb me when i being considerate; or is she inferring that I am very fake, pretending to be kind to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the reply.. aunty got quiet.. she know her argument points are weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. aunty: yest I was very angry alredi and still is.. yest keith in klcc and din inform me and make me wait for nothing.. and then just now I reached his office, he's in the bus back alredi.. why u all have to fly kite on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: It's not my fault, why shoot me? Did I ever do that to u? In the past till now, whenever i call to ask u to fetch me, I alway wait for u to come and fetch.. I have never fly kite on u yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. aunty: next time, give me ur one week schedule of wat time u can go off.. in the past, I alway tell u guys when i am not available and u all always give me last minutes schedule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how can i tell u wat time i can go off.. i m doing experiments and u don know wat time it will finish and of cos sometime when ur experiment fail u wan do other experiments.. very last min one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. aunty: next time remember where is the pick up point and the drop off point. Don’t wan everytime I need to tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. aunty: later i go back i am going to scold keith, you all every time do this to me.. That made me don feel like fetching you guys back.. Let u all just take the bus back yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: .... (in my mind i was thinking wtf, wth.. all my fault la... is it? Very good lo.. she is the one who promise my mum to fetch me back from school and now going to break promise.. fuck fuck fuck.... all the past issue haunt back... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, after my bath i heard another cousin, LZ got scolded like shit by his mum and his dad. Soon keith ask me out for yum cha. Keith got worse shits from 2 aunties..&lt;br /&gt;we talk abt:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why life in aman suria so noisy, restricting and irritating that both of us wan to get out&lt;br /&gt;2. Why we cant get the car that our parents promised&lt;br /&gt;3 why are we so stupid to take car license, should have taken motorbike license at that time&lt;br /&gt;4. Why tee aunties can behave like monsters, use us as punching bags when they are in bad mood..&lt;br /&gt;5. They tell us to say out what ever problem we have but when we speak out, they remark back ‘BULLSHIT’&lt;br /&gt;6. They don't trust me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK issues that haunt back:&lt;br /&gt;Car and accommodation issue:&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, when i decided to come here and study, I was thinking of staying at the hostel, near the school. Relatives offer me to stay at their places (got 3 choices; two in aman suria and one in taman seputeh). Mum asked me to stay at their place and then take public transport to school or used the money that is saved from the accommodation to buy second-hand car..&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to stay with relative and meanwhile looking for car adverts.. Later the idea of buying the car being shoot down by my aunties.. So I stop thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;half year later, nenek (frien’s nick) got a car. Mum saw the car and she plan to buy second hand car for me so I ask nenek to look out for car lobang. Again the idea being rejected by the aunties..they can even suggest take taxi back...&lt;br /&gt;come on la.. over here the taxi driver is the boss not the passenger.. they choose passenger.. I had lost count of how many taxi driver don wan to drive me back or they overcharged me.. addin on I have to walk to pyramid from my school to get the cabs bcos the cabs in front of my school only WANT go to nearby places like hostel, condo, n pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;At that time i was very sad and angry.. why they have to stop me.. Its not like I wan a car to show off.. I wan a car is to make my life easier... my mum can even tell me pls don think that my  aunties are jealous...KNN CCB WTF... y would i think that way? I more of worrying abt my journey back home and the time i had to spend.. Why worry abt wasting this amount of money to buy the trash car and save up my precious time? Money can be earn back but u cant turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honours or CFA:&lt;br /&gt;During July 08.. I am wonder shld i continue honours or go and do CFA.. Ever since the second semester (early 07) in school, I have lost interest in science and a little interested in Finance and realise my love in numbers during the last sem.. I told mum abt the decision that I wan to reject honours offer, go back home and take CFA. My mum replied sadly: u go and talk to ur aunty.&lt;br /&gt;So i go talk to aunty, first thing is I got bomb abt why last minute have change in passion. I talk abt there is no future and low employment rate in science research field.. she shoot back by saying wat I said is bullshit.. and all the blah blah blah thing like everything i hear is from my friends.. friends friends.. i have no mind of my own... I explain to her but she don understand me.. Whatever thing she say is pointless and irrelevant to me and then she bomb me on other issues. In another word.. its like duck and chicken talking to each other.. it is pointless to tell her my point of view.. I am supposed to be there listening to her, being shoot down mentally and emotionally. It is a session to throw away my self esteem and my confidence, not a session to know myself better. In the end I had to lie that i want to take honours. A move I made just to make ppl around me happy.. of cos my mum was very happy to hear that I am taking honours offer. However I din tell her that I accept the offer till she call me during mid-august. I so knowing that for this one year, how screw up I am goin to be... adding on honours is different from study.. during study, students have fixed time table, honours dont.. the issue of transportation pop up again..&lt;br /&gt;so I tried asking mum to get a car again.. she replied why i have to waste money.. u only got one year left... u just tahan one more year la taking public transport and ur aunt said she can come and fetch u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy stay in aman suria aka the prison:&lt;br /&gt;life with own family home is different from living in relative's, living in friend's house, living alone..&lt;br /&gt;me now living with relatives with tremendously difficult adding on with alot of relatives... every time I got misunderstood and a lot of scandals pop up.. Fuck all the rumor-mongers.. i am fine with scolding when it is my fault.. but there are times when i got scold for no reasons or it is not my fault.. there are couple of incidents but shall not write it out.. secondly I have been living in quiet peaceful home for 23 years and when i moved in here.. i really cant stand the noisy shouting, arguments, yelling over here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decision:&lt;br /&gt;My mind is thinking of one question now:&lt;br /&gt;stay on, car, accommodation, quit or runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Which one should i do?&lt;br /&gt;Which one will i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind very tired but i cant slp.. that i had to resort eating diazepam to make me sleep..adding on this coming Friday i have one poster presentation for my project proposal which will b assess... i have no heart to perform well for it and I know I will crap and screw up during the presentation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-8179534147834883948?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/8179534147834883948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=8179534147834883948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8179534147834883948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/8179534147834883948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2008/09/fucking-day-09092008.html' title='the fucking day 09092008'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-7698375055408731876</id><published>2008-09-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:32:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful 2008 till july</title><content type='html'>It's been a while ever since the last post.. feeling very down as jee jee had graduated and went back home sweet home... for one year i just hang out more frequently with coursemates and i din really find the nenek n ezie.. the distance between us is getting longer..&lt;br /&gt;during summer vacation for 2007.. i just helped out aunty and then went back home for few days only that i din get a good opportunity to meet up with everyone i miss.. miss them so much that when i start my last sem in feb 2008.. i so miss home... luckily the last sem passed swiftly that i wan to yell out yeah.. finally i can go home!!!! During the sem, events like eldest male cousin got married, friends got married and pregnant. During examination period, fucking crazy woman pestering the family causing many inconvenience and trouble to the whole big family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th june (wed) : last paper&lt;br /&gt;26th june : home sweet home sweet&lt;br /&gt;27th june: stay on in jb&lt;br /&gt;28th june: in taman sedili aka jason bay.. have great time with James and Sham.. enjoying the nice strong sea breeze and alcohol..&lt;br /&gt;29th june: went back sg&lt;br /&gt;3rd july: headed to muar..&lt;br /&gt;4th july: mersing &gt;pulau RAWa&lt;br /&gt;5th july: pulau rawa&lt;br /&gt;6th july: pulau rawa&gt; batu pahat&lt;br /&gt;7th july: melaka&lt;br /&gt;8th july: batu pahat &gt; home&lt;br /&gt;11th july: headed to kl&lt;br /&gt;12th july: went to kajang for drinking&lt;br /&gt;15th july: went back sg&lt;br /&gt;17th july: headed to kl, heard that i got honour offer&lt;br /&gt;18th july: went back to school to collect the offer.. sadden by the fact i don have any scholarship.. bugger miser school...then went Bangsar with ezie n nenek and had a great nasi lemak meal and finally drag nenek to karaoke to sing till 4am&lt;br /&gt;19th july: woke up at 8 plus by ada.. Nick had passed away on the 18th july.. thot it is a prank until i saw his photo on the newspaper...went ikea with the rawa gang, watched batman and then go drinking at kajang&lt;br /&gt;20th july: meet ks for yum cha at o town in the end went karaoke&lt;br /&gt;21th july: went back sch for counselling crap shit for nicky issue, meanwhile trouble over whether to take honours or not.. no more interest in research.. in the end still force myself to take it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just within a month, i have feel that i been through the lowest pit moment of my life and the highest peak moment of my life.. There is so many things in the head that need to be settle and consider but there is not enough time for me to sit down and think it through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently I been listening to this song like it is my theme song, love the lyrics... it's abt letting go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;林峰 -愛不夠&lt;br /&gt;收藏在眼眸 常徘徊左右 愛猜到沒有&lt;br /&gt;愉快玩笑後 能全然退後 你開心就夠&lt;br /&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠&lt;br /&gt;假使講了你聽到後 或會走&lt;br /&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有&lt;br /&gt;成全 衷心祝福然後 就放手&lt;br /&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友&lt;br /&gt;已經 已經足夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遙遠是宇宙 靜靜在背後 去看守就夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠&lt;br /&gt;即使一剎有過衝動 挽你手&lt;br /&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有&lt;br /&gt;成全 多捨不得仍然 是放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友&lt;br /&gt;已經 已經足夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 我的牽掛 找不到盡頭&lt;br /&gt;放手 期望你幸福甚麼都有&lt;br /&gt;也許 愛很深厚 然而我早看得透&lt;br /&gt;放手 至可擁有&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-2046576520664839498</id><published>2007-03-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:49:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hartamas</title><content type='html'>it was supposed to be a simple dinner outside school... we went to hartamas to chil.. went to a place named my house (sound a bit lame but it's quite a nice place to chill), had drinks, chilling, take photos, play poker cards.. then we move to hartamas square for sheesha... all of us puff though not all of us are smokers... and jee can puff out like a dragon... we chilled till 3 plus and all of them stay over at my aunty's place. though i am the only one drinking.. farah behave like a drunken,, she has headache and she fall out of the queen size bed.... think she puff too much...&lt;br /&gt;jee is the most sober who still wan to watch movie but in the end she din finish watchin the show.. ezie say she is watchin the show by listening.. not watching... think all of us only manage to settle down at abt 6 plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up at 8am.. after some pillow fight, some poking session.. where all of them poke me at different places cos they cant believe that i am insensitive to poking... some photo taking which result my ass with bruises... manage to get ready at 9am and went out for breakfast..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-2046576520664839498?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/2046576520664839498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=2046576520664839498' title='0 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complete my report.. as usual.. i alway do work at the last mins..&lt;br /&gt;went to meet ezie, jee and farah at kelana jaya lrt (the lrt which is nearest to my place and also a place where we can grab the shuttle bus to the shopping center named the curve)&lt;br /&gt;1st surpise: farah drove car... hee finally someone in our group has a car.. it means hang out in further places..&lt;br /&gt;2nd surprise: they bought a shirt at the cineleisure at there as a gift.. and i have to change into the shirt..&lt;br /&gt;activites: watched stomp the yard, then went for dinner a TGIF .. my god.. alot of ppl having the same birthday as me.. cos the birthday boy or gals will get a special birthday songs performed by the staff in TGIF&lt;br /&gt;3rd surprise: i also get to listen to the special bday song&lt;br /&gt;4th surprise(which is bad one) farah's car start to smell badly.. that it had to pit stop at my aunty place.. and i had to asked my cousins to help us to check out wat is wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/Rht5acs-KRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3_-nI8Bc5Zw/s1600-h/100_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051764902314518802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/Rht5acs-KRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3_-nI8Bc5Zw/s320/100_2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; four gals at the escalator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ezie posing with farah car..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/Rht6Qcs-KSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aLhHdUwpPAc/s1600-h/100_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051765830027454754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/Rht6Qcs-KSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aLhHdUwpPAc/s200/100_2580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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cheaper version of pc games= pirated games! Then she sent to me to ntuc market cos i have to run errand then we bid goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;Then a call came, as my phone don have caller id n the voice sound unfamiliar.. i thot it a prank call at first cos the voice ask me do i recognise the voice... Luckily its not a prank call but a friend feeling very down. So we meet up. Poor friend so in love with the other half that my poor friend just put all the blame on himself.. wondering why the other half can just end the relationship without any feelings.. though there is a possibility of a third person but he just wanted to trust the other half... he really love the other half so much that he had tried to patch up, tell her all the mushy things, the future he thought n he even said that he will wait for her until she really get happiness then he will give up.. ultimately this is a first time i hear a guy say that:" she is the one i want to spent the rest of my life with, she is the other half.." with his reddish eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. it seem like this trip back to sg is a trip of separations.. be it temporary or forever.. i end a friendship with a parasitic friend, my poor friend had a relation ended, now sasa is going away to aussie, wenora is going aussie too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-296881054441024665?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/296881054441024665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=296881054441024665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/296881054441024665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/296881054441024665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/separations.html' title='separations...'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116937943189383460</id><published>2007-01-21T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:37:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much free time?</title><content type='html'>Haa.. ppl i m so free cos i did a lot of quiz while thinking should i change the motorola v3i phone to sony ericson k800i... well v3i look cool but it keep hanging whenever i play the mp3, camera cant take good photos.... but k800i has cool camera functions that can compensate for my lack of digital camera, the mp3 is good... cos sony ericson is famous for mp3 phone... well the more i say the more i feel like gettin it.. thought it cost much more than v3i but i think i will like the camera function more... heee means more pics postin from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116937943189383460?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116937943189383460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116937943189383460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116937943189383460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116937943189383460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-free-time.html' title='Too much free time?'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116935413841687067</id><published>2007-01-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:01:03.366+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="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&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/30096877-116935413841687067?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116935413841687067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116935413841687067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116935413841687067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116935413841687067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-have-type-personality-you-are-one.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116935392989041534</id><published>2007-01-21T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:19:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to laugh at...</title><content type='html'>was so bored so try a few test (link from lisa) and post the results too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Super Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/super-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love to flirt, so much so that it gets you in trouble.In almost any situation, you find yourself flirting - even when it's inappropriate.You tend to embrace all flirting styles too.. from coy to sexy to playful to serious.And if someone flirts back, you'll crank it up even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Sometimes Don't Get Enough Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/sleep-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're often more tired than you'd like, and you're probably not getting enough quality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping a little more could make you a lot more energetic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Try having a bedtime, keep your bedroom cool, and only eat fruit before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/"&gt;Do You Get Enough Sleep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is 52% Addictive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/addictive-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have an addictive personality, but you have it mostly under check.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't start any new bad habits, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have an Addictive Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dare Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/dare-devil.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, life is one big dare.&lt;br /&gt;And you're all in for any adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Others find you exciting, inspiring, and a bit intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;You're biggest challenge at this point is trying to top yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/black-coffee.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Sociopath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouasociopathquiz/sociopath-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, you may be a bit troubled and a bit too charming for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you're not a sociopath... just quite smart and a bit out of the mainstream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouasociopathquiz/"&gt;Are You A Sociopath?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116935392989041534?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116935392989041534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116935392989041534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116935392989041534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116935392989041534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-to-laugh-at.html' title='something to laugh at...'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116934869074994390</id><published>2007-01-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:48:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day in ecp..</title><content type='html'>Meet sg monashians(jee, farah n ezie) for a full day trip in ecp. We arranged to meet at 10am, i thought i can afford to be a little late cos they might be late.. turned out I am the lastest, they are punctual!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have breakfast at Jalan Kayu, went straight to the destination...ECP.. We bladed, had free ice-cream from new zealand ice-cream shop. Addin on I had falling session, farah fall, jee fall too but ezie din fall.. After blading, we had break at mac at 2 plus and ezie had to leave cos she had a overnight cycling trip. She so damn onz n full of energy..&lt;br /&gt;Later the three of us went to sit at the break water n we chatted... school, friendships..n meanwhile we got tan.. hee.... something i always do before i start schooling in monash.. So miss the time at the beach adding on the weather is fantasic... windy n minimal rain..&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the turkish place.. food not bad.. the rice taste fragrant, turkisk coffee is a good kick. Then we had a short bath in a toilet so near the pathetic amusement park n one of the rides keep churning out repeating xmas songs that are irritating!!!&lt;br /&gt;After freshen up, we go to this pub named BFD.. i so in love with the live band over there, think their name is fezzik or something like that.. They are better than EIC!!!! There is one keyboard, one electri guitar, one bass, one acoustic guitar also provide the male lead singer , one drum n one female lead singer.. A complete band to me cos they can play most genre of songs n they can sing male or female songs.. they sang shakira -hip doesn't lie, Rihana- unfaithful, Gun n' roses - november rain, snow patrol - chasing cars, robbie william - better man, evanescence!!! the female singer sang evanescene - my immortal n broken... so love the songs esp for broken cos farah lost the bet with me.. she bet broken is not sung by Amy Lee.&lt;br /&gt;we din finished listen the whole set cos farah want to walk by the beach n jee was so sick.. n then farah sent us home then she suddenly want to go lower seletar reservoir to look at bikes n cars while sending me home.. She is good at cars n bikes.. can name the car's model. I had to end the day cos my eyes are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Had a GReat day; blading, chilling at the beach, chilling at the pub and reservoir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116934869074994390?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116934869074994390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116934869074994390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116934869074994390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116934869074994390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-day-in-ecp.html' title='Great day in ecp..'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116897807860412235</id><published>2007-01-17T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T04:16:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendships...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/885832/eb100d67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/454250/eb100d67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/177994/IMG_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/326917/IMG_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/200236/30503346419790l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/905906/Yuki-san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/380027/Yuki-san.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/70652/bro%20n%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/45117/bro%20n%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/51662/mrbean%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/451807/mrbean%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/212140/eb100d67.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/211269/100_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/926005/100_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/355923/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/578148/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i decided to end one parasitic friendship.. decided to erase the presence of parasite from my life... some times i have to be cruel n evil.. i cant be carry on be a angel n guardian for someone who won't heed advise or even try to change to be a better person.. so i had to the devil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily only one rotten apples in my basket of friendships now.. i glad i meet all the ppl who leave footprints in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116897807860412235?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116897807860412235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116897807860412235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897807860412235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897807860412235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/friendships.html' title='friendships...'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116897664382222171</id><published>2007-01-17T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:44:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singaporeans monashians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/736951/eb100164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/786522/eb100164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/65661/100_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/12222/100_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/870223/eb85a250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/858466/eb85a250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/865224/DSCN4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/296715/DSCN4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/638055/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/99629/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/135865/Picture0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/947773/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/225477/far%20n%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/73701/far%20n%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116897664382222171?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116897664382222171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116897664382222171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897664382222171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897664382222171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/singaporeans-monashians.html' title='singaporeans monashians'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-116897565767591319</id><published>2007-01-17T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:27:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeh heee so sorry that i haven been updating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/908034/far%20n%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/903880/far%20n%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/1600/511959/Hair010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/372/320/549569/Hair010.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... it a new year now.. think i am a bit too lag to update wat happen during 2006... in short i had happy, sad, and depressing moments.. oh not forgetting angry moments... i shall try to put in effort to update as much as i can.. n put in photos... as pictures speak louder than words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new hairstyle for a new year....weee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got new phone yest together with sasa..... both of us got motorola v3i but different colour... one is pink n other is silver.. i don have to elaborate who is taking which colour... but today i realised my phone don't itune.. so today went back to the shop to explain the situation. In the end i have to wait for 2-3 days for the exchange of phone cos the new shipment have not arrived... that mean i get to extend my stay in sg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now put in more photossss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-116897565767591319?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/116897565767591319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=116897565767591319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897565767591319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/116897565767591319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2007/01/heeh-heee-so-sorry-that-i-haven-been.html' title='heeh heee so sorry that i haven been updating...'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115262877230224515</id><published>2006-07-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:46:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>10 jul&lt;br /&gt;First of all ITALY WON. WOOHOO!! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly it is the first day of Orientation in school, as usual boring, boring, boring and boring...Addin on i had to wait up at 6am and get out of the house by 640am so that i can catch the only shuttle bus at 730am. The usual talks by principle, other staff.. talkin about wat is monash, blah blah blah blah.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yaWN!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel  so lonely cos i know no one.. lonely by akon is playing in my mind thoughout the talks.. finally the music stop when i attend the internatioanl students workshop.. met ppl from other countries and most importantly i met 4 other singaporean. Feel a bit relief to know that i am not alone, it is the same feeling i had when i go to the poly orientation around 4 years back. When the first day of orientation end, have to rush to catch the only bus back to the  shopping center in area my aunty is staying, not the house. Then i have take taxi back home which cost me RM 6.90, imagine i have to take taxi home everyday after school, the taxi fee will accumulate to RM138 a month which is expensive.. AHHH imagine i spent 138 bucks on accomodation in sg.. my goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thirdly, yasmin is leaving sg for mel.. Wonder how she feel, the moment at the airport is the hardest part.. hope she is adapting to the place. Lisa? What happen to her? Din see her online or is she going to update her blog? Yati? Well she must be enjoying her coldplay concert. Mok and dia? Maybe busying with their convon or maybe mok is busyin preparin her trip to bangkok, maybe dia is busying with her house moving. Min, how is ur studies? Wei, how is work, still as sucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11Jul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Second day of orientation, it is a 4 hours workshop on language skills like wat is the differences between report n essay, how to read, time management, presentation skill. What surprise me the most is when the lady told us that we don have to memorise our speech during the presentation, we can hold the palm cards.. my god.. that sound so easy n nice.. not like the presentations i had during poly life. The workshop end at 12pm and i have to find ways to entertain myself for 5 hours cos the only shuttle bus back only set off at 5pm.. It is tuff to hang out for 5 hours alone.. in the end i still survive for the bus, i decided to drop off at a different place so that i don have to spent the money on taxi and i walk back to my aunty's house.. I walked and walked with fear of losing my way and walk with fear of snatch thief. Manage to reach home safety 45 mins later. I feel tired but glad to save the taxi fee. Shall walk home in the future, Treat it as a exercise for 5 day a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115262877230224515?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115262877230224515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115262877230224515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115262877230224515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115262877230224515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115229722706681494</id><published>2006-07-08T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:33:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For past few days, nothing much happen or maybe things happen but i feel like denying it. Well it seem unbearable to go to an foreign country to study, though have other family members with me but it is still unbearable. If have a choice i will choose to go foreign country to study when u can go with friends or stay in the uni hostel. Know why? Reason is very simple, u have ppl to hang out with, cos u and ur friends can go out and start out in a new room or home together or explore the new place. Even if no friends, stayin in the school hostel is another wise choice, first is because u don have to worry about the transportation to school cos it might be of walking distance or ur new roommate will show u the way. That is how i been feeling nowadays, i am so depress with everything. I wanna to go out but i din know the way out, acting on relatives especially grandmother mean restriction, i  cant go out anytime i wan or out late as i wan when i am back home. So miss my social life back home though it is not fantastic but at least beta..&lt;br /&gt;So miss mum's cooking.. have to thank this time to make me realise how good and fresh sg food is.. the rice over here taste like SHIT!!! My god, the rice is not like wat i had.. it seem so bad.. din know rice quality can be so bad!! Sorry have to said that it is really bad again..&lt;br /&gt;Today i had finally get out of the house and go window shopping!!! Alone! Thank to my cousin for tellin me where to take taxi. I went to a shopping center named One Utama, Very big place where there are many many shops.. Almost all of of shops in sg can be found here.. like the ususal clothes brand and the branded clothes, restaurant, fastfood ps they got long john silver and aw!!! YIPEE can eat the curly fries and drink root beer, and they got bakerzin.. THE FIRST outlet in malaysia!! Cant wait to eat the warm chocolate cake!! Taxi rides is ok if i convert it into sing dollars.. luckily the taxidrivers in kl use meter.. once u sit inside the car the initial rate is RM 2.. for about 15 mins rides i paid RM 6.. since fine to me till my grandma "shouted" so expensive cos she keep  persuadin me not to go out but i insisted so she revenge in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for school to start so that i can blog more.. btw i think i have lose weight and have tan a little.. wahahah thanks to the food and the sun here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115229722706681494?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115229722706681494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115229722706681494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115229722706681494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115229722706681494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-past-few-days-nothing-much-happen_08.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115229722450626354</id><published>2006-07-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:33:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For past few days, nothing much happen or maybe things happen but i feel like denying it. Well it seem unbearable to go to an foreign country to study, though have other family members with me but it is still unbearable. If have a choice i will choose to go foreign country to study when u can go with friends or stay in the uni hostel. Know why? Reason is very simple, u have ppl to hang out with, cos u and ur friends can go out and start out in a new room or home together or explore the new place. Even if no friends, stayin in the school hostel is another wise choice, first is because u don have to worry about the transportation to school cos it might be of walking distance or ur new roommate will show u the way. That is how i been feeling nowadays, i am so depress with everything. I wanna to go out but i din know the way out, acting on relatives especially grandmother mean restriction, i  cant go out anytime i wan or out late as i wan when i am back home. So miss my social life back home though it is not fantastic but at least beta..&lt;br /&gt;So miss mum's cooking.. have to thank this time to make me realise how good and fresh sg food is.. the rice over here taste like SHIT!!! My god, the rice is not like wat i had.. it seem so bad.. din know rice quality can be so bad!! Sorry have to said that it is really bad again..&lt;br /&gt;Today i had finally get out of the house and go window shopping!!! Alone! Thank to my cousin for tellin me where to take taxi. I went to a shopping center named One Utama, Very big place where there are many many shops.. Almost all of of shops in sg can be found here.. like the ususal clothes brand and the branded clothes, restaurant, fastfood ps they got long john silver and aw!!! YIPEE can eat the curly fries and drink root beer, and they got bakerzin.. THE FIRST outlet in malaysia!! Cant wait to eat the warm chocolate cake!! Taxi rides is ok if i convert it into sing dollars.. luckily the taxidrivers in kl use meter.. once u sit inside the car the initial rate is RM 2.. for about 15 mins rides i paid RM 6.. since fine to me till my grandma "shouted" so expensive cos she keep  persuadin me not to go out but i insisted so she revenge in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for school to start so that i can blog more.. btw i think i have lose weight and have tan a little.. wahahah thanks to the food and the sun here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115229722450626354?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115229722450626354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115229722450626354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115229722450626354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115229722450626354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-past-few-days-nothing-much-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115173249894853611</id><published>2006-07-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:41:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day in singapore</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much in the day just helping mum making pineapples tarts which is a tiring task cos i don really like baking. Then a short nap till meeting cat for a very short while as need to take the storage drive for her. Day activities are boring boring boring however night activities are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia came and pick us( mok, lijing and me) up. Went for a game of bowling then supper at 925, followed by chilling out at wala wala then a trip to selatar reservoir where dia keep saying the ice-cream man will come but there was no sight of him. Then mok need to go back to her house and drive her sister's kangoo to petrol station to wash the car.  Dia let me drive her kangoo. which is so sweet of her and mok cos mok also ask me do i want to drive but that day i don feel like driving. THANK DIA and MOK! Well it's first time i drive after passing my tp. Realise kangoo clutch is very difficult to depress but still feel good after driving despite the car did die on me twice. Then we went to the petrol station in 2 kangoos and eat the chewy ice cream, recommended by mok, while the cars are being washed. Nice blueberry flavour.. then head back to seletar reservoir again n chat n rot till 330am... as wat dia said, she want to maximise the day n that is my last night in sg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115173249894853611?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115173249894853611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115173249894853611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115173249894853611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115173249894853611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-in-singapore.html' title='last day in singapore'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115133109048222058</id><published>2006-06-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:24:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/372/1600/06-25-2006%2010%3B25%3B10PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/372/320/06-25-2006%2010%3B25%3B10PM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last day of work, i'm filled with mixture of feelings like happy, sad, angry, excitment, dull and many more. Happy is becos of the obvious reason which is NO MORE WORK. Had finally finished the one year contract with nyp. Meanwhile am sad that no more breakfast, lunch, occasionally dinner, fun, laughter, gossip and etc with yas, sa ti. Really gotna miss u guys!&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual that stoopid bitch spoiled the day, callous remark come out from her cunt mouth right in the morning. As Aunty Irene ask do we want nasi lemak breakfast, while we were thinking about it. That cunt said" aiya, they can come back and eat anytime they want, it's the matter whether they want to come or not" Fark her, speak without thinking, sound like yas and me can book personal plane anytime to fly back to sg to eat the nasi lemak in school!! Second callous action is when we ask everyone to take photo, she like wave her hand, giving a cant be bother look. Out of politness, should reject the person gracefully, it's not like we want her farking face in the photo though in my heart i am very happy that the photo don't have the face, it's the shit attitude that turn ppl off.. her karma will come back to her.. Enuff of bitching.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it had made me lost of ideas to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115133109048222058?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115133109048222058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115133109048222058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115133109048222058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115133109048222058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day-of-work.html' title='Last day of work'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30096877.post-115098032319402753</id><published>2006-06-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:52:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-blog again</title><content type='html'>Well, I had deleted my previous blog due to some reason n i kind of swear it(the blog) off. However after working yas, sa and ti who have leave their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;footprints&lt;/span&gt; in my life, and we promise to keep in contact with msn and blog as we will never have the chance again to meet for 5 days a week, have lunch together, gossips, bullshit, crap and laugh together at our stupidity. Cant imagine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;26th june&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;LAST DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendships will alway stand though we will be apart for long, though we will never talk to one another as frequent. Maybe in the future, we might or might not meet up, I will never forget the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30096877-115098032319402753?l=antthen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/feeds/115098032319402753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30096877&amp;postID=115098032319402753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115098032319402753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30096877/posts/default/115098032319402753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antthen.blogspot.com/2006/06/re-blog-again.html' title='Re-blog again'/><author><name>wen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4A0N8K2JSg/SN3jicEc-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/lTz-8m84px8/S220/Jack_Skellington.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
