<?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-8801275041753370000</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8532489861007350782</id><published>2009-04-30T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:42:10.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITP was great. I miss the office even before I left. I could still rmb how unwilling I was to step out of the office on my last day of work. I miss my workstation, my colleagues, the aunties who do cleaning up, etc. I really enjoy my days in office. Can slack, can talk, no worries, etc. I feel so attached to that place now. How I hope time can stop at that point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8532489861007350782?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8532489861007350782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8532489861007350782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8532489861007350782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8532489861007350782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2009/04/itp-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1821370506863539820</id><published>2009-01-09T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:51:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday, JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I wanna say is thx Jan. I am glad u r always there for me. Seenyee really appreciates it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1821370506863539820?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1821370506863539820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1821370506863539820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1821370506863539820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1821370506863539820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-birthday-jj.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5614658723086884028</id><published>2009-01-07T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:53:33.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno how many pple will read this post but those who read this, I hope u can tink it through.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I dun want to argue anymore. I wanna say this nicely and hope tt pple will listen and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a human nature tt pple would want to be in a comfort zone or turn out the way they want it to b like. However, things dun work out tt way sometimes bcoz pple may disagree to yr suggestions. Now, this is our situation and no matter wad suggestions r given, it's of no use. Not able to get everyone to cooperate is already a very big prob. This is a prob tt no one in our class can solve. If not, all this would not hav happened. Since suggestions made by us are not able to solve the problem, someone else needs to step in to deal with this matter. By approaching another person doesn't mean tt we r incapable. Since different pple tink differently, we nid this person to help us to analyse the situation and come up with the best solution to solve it. A person who is not trapped in this situation is the best to giv solution coz they can see more clearly than we do. I am not trying to abuse my authority but I nid to tink from a bigger pic. In order not to let pple be like balls, I agree to drawing lots so tt pple cannt blame anyone for the group they r in. However i choose to approach the lecturer is becoz i guess this method works best as compared to any other methods in our situation. Now, everyone is angry, upset, blaming pple, scolding and etc and therefore not rational anymore. Pple tend to add personal feelings to thoughts and speech in this kind of situation. Therefore we are not in a position to make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to say tt wadever i do or say is right. I juz hope tt all of u can tink from a bigger pic and understand. I am also not trying to act nice coz i dun hav the need to do tt. I know a lot of pple dun like me (bcoz of my attitude, my way of doing things,etc) so wadever i say may be nonsense to u. However, I juz wanna remind u tt sometimes we oso hav to stop n look at things around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5614658723086884028?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5614658723086884028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5614658723086884028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5614658723086884028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5614658723086884028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dunno-how-many-pple-will-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4731656172010742617</id><published>2009-01-06T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:01:57.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes things will not work out exactly the way we want. If not, anyone can arrange their life in any way they like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4731656172010742617?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4731656172010742617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4731656172010742617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4731656172010742617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4731656172010742617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-things-will-not-work-out.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5061708671424838229</id><published>2009-01-02T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:02:31.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5061708671424838229?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5061708671424838229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5061708671424838229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5061708671424838229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5061708671424838229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4324387447140756644</id><published>2008-07-04T23:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all for this wonderful day!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I became a Santa Claus. Gave out sweets to the class and some lecturers. After lesson, went out with Hendri, Ting Fang, Caijing to celebrate my birthday because today have project meeting. At the same time, it's also Hendri's roommate, David's birthday. The outing was fun. Went to a restaurant in Vivo for dinner(I cannot remember the name of the restaurant). After that, we went for a drink. Reach home at 10 plus. Quickly went for a bath  so that I could dry my hair. But before my hair dried, I already felt super sleepy. So went to sleep around 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NB6SflCI/AAAAAAAAADE/v8Q61qzBsVY/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NB6SflCI/AAAAAAAAADE/v8Q61qzBsVY/s320/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193713391014946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NCKmcfJI/AAAAAAAAADM/2F0GcgPlfRQ/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NCKmcfJI/AAAAAAAAADM/2F0GcgPlfRQ/s320/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193717769665682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NCk9pQuI/AAAAAAAAADU/oDq2UoSZsxU/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NCk9pQuI/AAAAAAAAADU/oDq2UoSZsxU/s320/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193724846293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5LEFoQgJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EE1CHFI0kO8/s1600-h/030720081890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5LEFoQgJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EE1CHFI0kO8/s320/030720081890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191551771574418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My er zi sms-ed me so early to wish me a Happy Birthday. The message came in at around six in the evening. Thank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Vivien for being the first to sms me on my Birthday... ... I thought that you are already in bed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to the following people for the sms:&lt;br /&gt;Jan, Sijin, JJ, Malcolm, Xinyi, Kelly and David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and JJ: Don't forget about our gathering!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi: We shall fix a date so that we can talk for a very very very long time. Like we used to sit in Starbucks to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm: Don't say that I am old. It will make you sound older... ...Oops!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: I will ask Hendri to get you a cake next year. (Hendri, you better take note of this. Your roommate wants a cake next year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my clique for the birthday gift. The bag is so nice... ... I just received it a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sheery and my er zi for initiating to buy the cake. I am so surprised both of you carried the cake to school today. I didn't know that you took my words for real. The cake is nice especially the cream part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5QAJn5HHI/AAAAAAAAADk/i8lBqPmD2cU/s1600-h/040720081893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5QAJn5HHI/AAAAAAAAADk/i8lBqPmD2cU/s320/040720081893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219196981682445426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's a picture of the cake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5DdXLYTzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s385HWhSOnY/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5DdXLYTzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s385HWhSOnY/s320/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183189885996850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to the rest of the people who have wished me a Happy Birthday. I am so happy today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday, I received a very big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jan for this surprise that you gave me. Although it's just a card, it really surprises me a lot. Make me so happy until the next day. The content of the card touches me a lot too. I could still remember very clearly what happened on my 15th birthday. Full of unlucky stuff happened that day. We intended to eat Seoul Garden. Turned out that the restaurant was fully seated. We went to other outlets but the same things happened. Finally, we settled at Secret Recipe. The birthday gift that you gave me is your favourite eeyore and JJ gave me a toy dog. Don't worry. The eeyore is still with me and as good as new. JJ, your toy dog is also in good condition. I am handling both gifts with extreme care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Birthday, both of you bought me a box of chocolate. Took me a long time to finish it. Haha (Because it's too fattening to finish it at 1 go and it's a precious gift. So must spend a bit more time to finish the chocolate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the year, you bought me a mini cake. I forgot which year is that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... Today onwards, I am legal enough to drink alcoholic drinks. Jan and JJ, remember our gathering... ... Good luck for your prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday is really full of surprises. Once again, thank you people for making this special day of mine a memorable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4324387447140756644?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4324387447140756644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4324387447140756644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4324387447140756644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4324387447140756644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-all-for-this-wonderful-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SG5NB6SflCI/AAAAAAAAADE/v8Q61qzBsVY/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1484149972120562008</id><published>2008-07-02T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:31:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the day, I was super angry. I don't understand why adults like to give me last minute information. Super super pissed off. It's like I have a lot of time to deal with such last-minute stuff. What makes me even angrier is that I received such information twice in 1 day. Enough of this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I reached home today, I was super super super super surprised. This surprise totally makes me so happy that I forgot all my anger. I shall elaborate more in later post.  I am so happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1484149972120562008?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1484149972120562008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1484149972120562008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1484149972120562008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1484149972120562008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5010100037101420589</id><published>2008-06-30T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:23:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of June&lt;br /&gt;It's a miserable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hear those words again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't repeat those words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be drilled into my head under such circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think in that kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I am useless... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5010100037101420589?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5010100037101420589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5010100037101420589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5010100037101420589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5010100037101420589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-june-its-miserable-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7092779963912149390</id><published>2008-06-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:18:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's holiday... ...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is happy about that. However, I feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a lot of things happened. It somehow affects my mood too. Anyway all this is not important anymore. We shall look ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7092779963912149390?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7092779963912149390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7092779963912149390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7092779963912149390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7092779963912149390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-3533529721593925331</id><published>2008-05-27T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:24:43.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did expect the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired to say anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-3533529721593925331?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3533529721593925331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=3533529721593925331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3533529721593925331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3533529721593925331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-expect-outcome.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8573984153199272134</id><published>2008-05-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:36:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my temper today. I know my behaviour during group discussion was very sudden to a lot of people. I really cannot control it. Everyone has their own limits. I do have my limits. Maybe I am affected by the incident yesterday. However, I can assure that it does not contribute to 50% of my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is tiring to go through the same scenario, same procedure, same events. Now, i really understand the importance of soul-searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8573984153199272134?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8573984153199272134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8573984153199272134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8573984153199272134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8573984153199272134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-lost-my-temper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2484337732854529020</id><published>2008-05-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:20:35.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with the people around me. ESPECIALLY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All began during business law lesson. (Actually I was not bothered by the incident before class started because I treated the comments as trash.) Anyway all started because the lecturer took my handphone. That is something I really detest. To me, taking people's handphone without asking for permission and have the intention to look at the content of the handphone is considered very very rude.  To be more direct, I think it is an invasion of privacy.   Maybe I treated this issue too seriously but this is a rule that I have set for myself and I hope the friends around me. Even after obtaining my permission, I also hope that they will avoid entering the message inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of this topic. I shall continue my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, I have to say that for the rest of the day, I felt very irritated. I just cannot get the incident off my mind. The more I think, the angrier I feel. I hope this thing will not happen again especially my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is I don't know what happen to my group of friends today. Keep teasing me. Looks like it's time for me to do some soul-searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2484337732854529020?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2484337732854529020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2484337732854529020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2484337732854529020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2484337732854529020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8073155962611713911</id><published>2008-05-02T22:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:23.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the BBQ pictures... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsj76qD6MI/AAAAAAAAABU/M00zQP6K3ds/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsj76qD6MI/AAAAAAAAABU/M00zQP6K3ds/s320/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195786107366926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Around 5.30&lt;br /&gt;Sheery, Caroline, Huiwen and me is trying to set up the fire. When the guys come down, they take over the job. Haha. Here's what the rest were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsl56qD6NI/AAAAAAAAABc/djNmt9o8KNw/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsl56qD6NI/AAAAAAAAABc/djNmt9o8KNw/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195788272030443730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing cards... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsmoaqD6OI/AAAAAAAAABk/XRK_xetyZzo/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsmoaqD6OI/AAAAAAAAABk/XRK_xetyZzo/s320/DSC00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789070894360802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the playground... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsnLKqD6PI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-fFYD6Or8I/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsnLKqD6PI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-fFYD6Or8I/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789667894814962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this big baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Raymond was there, if not we can't even start the BBQ at 7 pm. At the same time, Mr Sim arrived. This was what we did next... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsqNaqD6QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ys13v9TKuyA/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsqNaqD6QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ys13v9TKuyA/s320/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793005084403970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake looked like this when it was not lighted. When the cake is lighted, it looked like this... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsquaqD6RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ar9HWS6dkJc/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsquaqD6RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ar9HWS6dkJc/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793572020087058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsrc6qD6SI/AAAAAAAAACE/CITJ-jf6AlA/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsrc6qD6SI/AAAAAAAAACE/CITJ-jf6AlA/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195794370884004130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl and guy... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cut-cake session, we continued bbq-ing. I went around asking people to take photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBssx6qD6UI/AAAAAAAAACU/eHLXl5abxjM/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBssx6qD6UI/AAAAAAAAACU/eHLXl5abxjM/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795831172884802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendri, the Satay man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBstz6qD6VI/AAAAAAAAACc/28H99oMpdvU/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBstz6qD6VI/AAAAAAAAACc/28H99oMpdvU/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195796965044250962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsuqaqD6WI/AAAAAAAAACk/FF-Sxq9RvFk/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsuqaqD6WI/AAAAAAAAACk/FF-Sxq9RvFk/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195797901347121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo that Mr Sim took.&lt;br /&gt;Yipeng cannot be seen because of the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9 pm&lt;br /&gt;BBQ ended...&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end. Our group manage to take a photo in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBswGqqD6XI/AAAAAAAAACs/aYuLOQjwSh0/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBswGqqD6XI/AAAAAAAAACs/aYuLOQjwSh0/s320/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195799486190053746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo that I took... Haha. It's so fun taking photo in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my photo collection for the BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8073155962611713911?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8073155962611713911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8073155962611713911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8073155962611713911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8073155962611713911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-bbq-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/SBsj76qD6MI/AAAAAAAAABU/M00zQP6K3ds/s72-c/DSC00329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1591381988462538349</id><published>2008-05-01T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:28:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50th post!!! Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Labour Day and also our class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;It was a success. *Claps*&lt;br /&gt;I cannot describe how tired I am now!!! Dying to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short summary of our class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this is really the shortest BBQ I have ever attended. The cooking started at 7pm and ended at 9pm (we took more than 1 hour to start the fire). This time round, it seems that the food is just enough for everyone and the drinks, a bit too much. Hope everyone enjoys this gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody didn't manage to eat prawn shell and crabmeat plastic today. So lucky.I think you know what to do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen reading this entry, I have to apologise. I promise to upload the pictures to day but because I am so tired, I will upload them tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1591381988462538349?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1591381988462538349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1591381988462538349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1591381988462538349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1591381988462538349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/50th-post-hooray-today-is-labour-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-3881477798630308736</id><published>2008-04-19T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:49:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally on the first day of school, I will feel very excited. However, this particular year, the sense of excitement seems to disappear. No idea why. First week of school is also what I call Updating Week because I am always overseas during vacation and during vacation, I do not update myself with information. Therefore resulting me to have the need to update and refresh my brain with the correct information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending first week's lesson, I realise that the lecturers and tutors teaching us are quite good-looking. Guys out there, don't think the wrong way. I am just stating facts. Anyway, I hope that  besides their looks, they can also teach well.  Whether they teach well really needs time to determine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new academic year is a new start.&lt;br /&gt;A new start means working hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-3881477798630308736?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3881477798630308736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=3881477798630308736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3881477798630308736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3881477798630308736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-week-of-school-normally-on-first.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-6417058882859199872</id><published>2008-02-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:47:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LONG TIME NO BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am currently still in Malaysia having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon to update more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-6417058882859199872?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/6417058882859199872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=6417058882859199872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6417058882859199872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6417058882859199872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time-no-blog-anyway-i-am-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1585079877413775869</id><published>2007-11-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:43:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dialogue session was fun today.&lt;br /&gt;Get to hear a lot of different stories from different classes.&lt;br /&gt;I think the director is a very humorous person. It's a good time for me to learn things.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Give me a break. Many things are just not within my control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1585079877413775869?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1585079877413775869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1585079877413775869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1585079877413775869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1585079877413775869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/11/dialogue-session-was-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1751085990917200906</id><published>2007-11-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:19:01.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Who do she think she is???"&lt;br /&gt;"Just look at her attitude... ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Her sight just irritates me... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many people have this impression of me before. I shall say thank you very much because I just don't care. What you all did, just deserve the treatment that I give you.&lt;br /&gt;If I often get impatient,  frustrated and ignore a person very often, it shows that he or she has been 'blacklisted' by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, it will surely be related to the following stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Late with the idiotic attitude&lt;br /&gt;#2. Attitude towards work&lt;br /&gt;#3. Trust&lt;br /&gt;#4. ... ... (Hope the 4th factor will appear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1. Late with the idiotic attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mention in the previous entry. I do not need to elaborate this any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2. Attitude towards work  &lt;/span&gt;(apply to working in a team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very particular about work. When it comes to group work, I hope that everyone can be serious and attentive because it will speed up the pace and not drag things here and there, especially when the meeting is at night or online. I mean you can have some entertainment in between but eventually quality work must be produced. If any research or preparation need to be done, please do it. It also benefits yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there is times when people will have bad times or feeling low. However, if this occur very often, I don't think he is  feeling low. I will interpret this as not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3. Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess this applies to everybody. Anyone who betrays you will definitely be blacklisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I flare. Anyway I should say 'offenders' deserve to be scolded. Harsh words may come out of my mouth but this is not the worst. Don't think that what I say are some jokes. It is serious matters and I don't like to joke when it comes to serious matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1751085990917200906?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1751085990917200906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1751085990917200906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1751085990917200906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1751085990917200906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-do-she-think-she-is-just-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7221745241858320550</id><published>2007-11-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:09:08.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are so many "what if", there will be no regrets on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that are meant to happen will surely happen. This theory is the same as things that belong to you will never leave you no matter how you try to make it disappear. There is no way we can avoid. Avoiding will only bring sufferings. Why don't we just face the situation bravely? It is only a matter of time. Eventually, we will be able to bring the case to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7221745241858320550?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7221745241858320550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7221745241858320550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7221745241858320550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7221745241858320550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-if-if-there-are-so-many-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8545958007858740391</id><published>2007-11-02T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:47:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late???&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is familiar with this word.&lt;br /&gt;Punctual???&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is also familiar with this word but how many of them know how important this word is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that nowadays people always like to be late. I really hate (not dislike) to see the following circumstances when people are always (means frequently) late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Not feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;#2. Expecting people to be early when he himself is late&lt;br /&gt;#3. Saying things like " Wow!!! Although I am late, I am still earlier than a few of you" when others are seldom late&lt;br /&gt;#4. Taking other people for granted&lt;br /&gt;#5. Find excuse to cover for this frequent mistake they have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I understand that people can be late. However, if people are frequently late and they have the above attitude, I will flare and maybe explode. I will not care how you think about me because you are not respecting yourself in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8545958007858740391?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8545958007858740391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8545958007858740391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8545958007858740391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8545958007858740391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/11/late-everyone-is-familiar-with-this_02.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8446881040645626858</id><published>2007-10-12T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:35:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally this week is over. I can finally take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a few Jacky Cheung's songs from Raymond. Thanks Raymond, the songs are very very very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fine but something happened that quite dampen my spirit. I happened to meet a friend and i actually said Hi. That friend took such a long time to say Hi back. Goodness. I don't expect a person to say Hi back but at least respond faster and at least just wave to me. Anyway, we should not be affected by this kind of minor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself today. I finished my lunch and household chores in 2 hours. Maybe people out there may think that this is nothing great but to me, it is an achievement because my household chores include ironing of clothes. My ironing skill is not up to standard. No matter how I iron, there will be lines on the clothing. I believe if I practise a few more times, my skill will improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8446881040645626858?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8446881040645626858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8446881040645626858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8446881040645626858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8446881040645626858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-this-week-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7092120495268003335</id><published>2007-10-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:10:26.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was not too bad. My health is almost back to normal, just that I still cannot touch fried food. Anyway, I don't care. I went to do library duty with kathy and after that proceed to Foodcourt 4 for lunch. I must say I am really happy today. Actually this few days, I was very upset because of my brother. He kept saying that I didn't do much housework just because I was sick. HELLO!!! DO U THINK A SICK PERSON CAN DO A LOT OF HOUSEWORK??? I TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE MYSELF AWAKE TO DO HOUSEWORK. Somemore he said that I pretended to be sick. HELLO!!! WOULD I BE SO STUPID TO GO AND SEE DOCTOR IF I AM NOT SICK??? DO YOU THINK THAT I REALLY HAVE SO MUCH MONEY??? Yes, I may look very awake or energetic but really, I am physically tired. It's really tired when you are sick. You don't even feel like doing anything because of headaches and body aches. Sometimes, you don't even know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really have a good laugh when I was chatting with Kathy. In conclusion, what I can say is I always have a good laugh when I am with Kathy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7092120495268003335?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7092120495268003335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7092120495268003335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7092120495268003335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7092120495268003335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-not-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8756035996643728848</id><published>2007-10-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:55:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my sweat glands are finally activating without the use of panadol. That seems to be a good news to me, but... ... when I reached SB office (outside the lift), I almost fainted. Sorry, er ge. I think I scare you. I think is because of the hot weather and the lack of oxygen inside the lift. Thank to my friends who show your concern and gave me advice when I was sick ( especially kathy and Zuzu). I am now recovering so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back my Mayday cd. No scratch and in perfect condition but just a little dirt. I guess I will go mad if there is even a tiny scratch on it. I just remembered I haven't watch the DVD which I bought a few months ago. I think I will be very high if I watch that Mayday DVD. Time is getting late. I shall stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8756035996643728848?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8756035996643728848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8756035996643728848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8756035996643728848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8756035996643728848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-my-sweat-glands-are-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-6150550425159595319</id><published>2007-10-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:20:00.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never let my friends see the state I am in now. I wrapped myself like a dumpling. Long pants, blankets and people can only see my eyes... If my mum were around, she would surely say that I'm crazy. I am so scared to walk now because the floor feels cold. How I wish I have a slipper. I want heat and warmth. I didn't go and see doctor today... ...because I keep sweating once I eat panadol and then my body temperature returns to normal. When the effects wear off, I start feeling sick again but at least I feel better. So now the question is: should I go and see doctor???? I think I will decide tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-6150550425159595319?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/6150550425159595319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=6150550425159595319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6150550425159595319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6150550425159595319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-never-let-my-friends-see-state-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7741722375937312372</id><published>2007-10-02T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:42:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sunny beautiful Tuesday becomes a sleepy and tired day for me. Arghhhh. Never ever fall sick when my mum is not around. Luckily, I still have a brother who is willing to do the household chores for me. (Thank a lot, Brother!!! I will compensate you when I recover). Anyway I am still sick now. I want to cure myself using my own ways but it seems that I failed. (Actually, I know nothing about curing fever. Just trying my luck. ) Eating panadol don't really work because the pain and headache come back after a few hours. Kathy says drink more water and drink warm drinks. I think this works. Well, thank to people who gave me comments about curing fever. I think i will see a doctor later after my economic lecture. ( I think I will fall asleep during the lecture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7741722375937312372?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7741722375937312372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7741722375937312372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7741722375937312372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7741722375937312372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunny-beautiful-tuesday-becomes-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1876366527976336427</id><published>2007-09-21T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days to the end of holidays... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are fun. Malaysia... chalet... play games... watch TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days in Malaysia were fun. It is such a coincidence that my mum's, my aunt's and my cousin's birthdays are in the same week. Birthday celebration was organised and there was a cake. My aunt made it herself but in the end, my little cousin cut the cake in their place. (Actually, the cake is made for my little cousin because she likes to cut cake. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPKM5X3i9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZAhOjl7wnwE/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPKM5X3i9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZAhOjl7wnwE/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112652324903816146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, we had a bbq. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPLRJX3i-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZIjYGX1DQoA/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPLRJX3i-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZIjYGX1DQoA/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112653497429887970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bbq pit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPMHZX3i_I/AAAAAAAAABE/4vVcaIpjVjA/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPMHZX3i_I/AAAAAAAAABE/4vVcaIpjVjA/s320/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112654429437791218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, let's start the bbq!!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPM35X3jAI/AAAAAAAAABM/bOpHKSnqUHM/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPM35X3jAI/AAAAAAAAABM/bOpHKSnqUHM/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112655262661446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bbq chicken!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to put up pictures because the uploading is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a pity that i did not stay overnight. Sad... ... All thanks to my health.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the day was wonderful and my camera had loads of pictures. Pictures of the class, bbq pit, people playing poker. I can that almost half of the pictures, you can see Hendri, Malcolm and er ge. I remembered I spent a very long time taking a picture of Hendri and er ge. Nowadays, guys also like themselves to look nice in photos. I can say that digital camera is a great invention. We can delete pictures which we think are ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1876366527976336427?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1876366527976336427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1876366527976336427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1876366527976336427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1876366527976336427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-days-to-end-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RvPKM5X3i9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZAhOjl7wnwE/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2814368231381702039</id><published>2007-08-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:45:07.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of Semester 1!!! Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Vivocity today after the exam. I wanted to buy some materials for Teachers' Day stuff but found nothing. Anyway went to watch Blood Brothers. It was a fabulous show. Daniel Wu is so handsome... ... AH!!! That show is quite sad at certain parts but I did not manage to prepare tissue. This movie is quite meaningful. A lot of people may not want to watch this movie because it's a chinese movie or due to some bloody scenes. Seriously, this show is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, I decided to go home while da ge, er ge they all decided to go to Far East. I went home alone and sit in front of the laptop until now... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2814368231381702039?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2814368231381702039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2814368231381702039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2814368231381702039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2814368231381702039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-semester-1-hooray-anyway-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2064514629469645425</id><published>2007-08-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:57:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;List out the top 5 presents you wish for ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch HK serial for 24 hr&lt;br /&gt;Have a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;As many wishes as possible&lt;br /&gt;A person to be a punching bag&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer the following questions ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The person who tagged you is&lt;/strong&gt; : Yipeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your relationship with her is&lt;/strong&gt; : Siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 5 impressions of her&lt;/strong&gt; : Naggy, responsible, caring, crazy and lame (cute cannot be used. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most memorable thing she had done for you&lt;/strong&gt; : Birthday present. It's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most memorable words she had said to you&lt;/strong&gt; : If you have any problem, can always come to er ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover, you will&lt;/strong&gt; : Impossible. We are siblings. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover, things he/ she has to improve on will be&lt;/strong&gt; : We cannot be lovers since we are siblings. There is nothing to improve because he's nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;/strong&gt; : Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;/strong&gt; : As above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most desired thing you want to do for him/ her now is&lt;/strong&gt; : Asked him to treat me to shark's fin and abalone. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your overall impression of him/ her is&lt;/strong&gt; : Good-tempered guy who always get bullied by me .^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really know. What I can think of is the negative adjectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The characteristic (s) you love of yourself is /are&lt;/strong&gt; : Cannot think of any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the contrary. the characteristic (s) you hate of yourself is/ are&lt;/strong&gt; : Think too much sometimes,bad tempered, sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;/strong&gt; : Edison Chen. I want his looks. Aww ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For people that care and like you, say something to them&lt;/strong&gt; : Thank you very much. It's the best gift I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Zuzu&lt;br /&gt;2) Kathy&lt;br /&gt;3) Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;4) Huishan&lt;br /&gt;5) Jeslyn&lt;br /&gt;6) Delia&lt;br /&gt;7) Weiling&lt;br /&gt;8) Vivien&lt;br /&gt;9) Zoumei&lt;br /&gt;10) Huiwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 9 a female or male?&lt;/strong&gt; Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If No. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt; That's real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about No. 8 and 5?&lt;/strong&gt; No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is No.2 studying about?&lt;/strong&gt; Digital Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;/strong&gt; A few hours ago... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of music band does No. 8 like?&lt;/strong&gt; Pop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 1 has any siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;/strong&gt; No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about No. 7?&lt;/strong&gt; That's even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the surname of No. 5?&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the name of No. 10?&lt;/strong&gt; Yap Huiwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the hobby of No. 4?&lt;/strong&gt; Singing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do No.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/strong&gt; They dont even know each other. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;/strong&gt; SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk something casually about No. 1?&lt;/strong&gt; She's crazy and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does No. 9 live at?&lt;/strong&gt; Woodlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What colour does No. 4 likes?&lt;/strong&gt; Blue???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are No. 5 and 1 best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 7 likes No. 2?&lt;/strong&gt; No way. If it happens, it's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you get to know No. 2?&lt;/strong&gt; Secondary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. If she has one, I am not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/strong&gt; May have the possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2064514629469645425?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2064514629469645425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2064514629469645425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2064514629469645425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2064514629469645425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/list-out-top-5-presents-you-wish-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7814374855028406046</id><published>2007-08-14T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:29:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;A boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am in a bad mood lately due to pressure. I may start scolding in the later part of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happen to me lately. I have been feeling very sensitive lately. ( this is what i think) Looking at the post, I was sad and felt like crying.  Thinking of how much effort I have put in for the last few weeks, I felt that actually I am nobody to them. People thanked me for the effort. (very encouraging and heart- warming) When they thanked me, I actually feel that what i done is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just a little change in detail has invited so many complaints. I am at a lost. There's a reason behind what I do. The venue. The timing. The date. Everything. To add on, if I can ask them means that I have the ability to complete other things. Some more, people start having all kinds of actions to show their dissatisfaction. Enough. Full-stop. I decide to quit this game. No more events for them. I promise myself I will never plan anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people out there may think what's wrong with this girl. Just a change of things, is it so difficult? This is a group thing, you odd to listen to the comments of people. Don't always be so self-centred. The point is do you think i can listen to everybody's comment and do it accordingly? No way. Anyway I am tired. I don't want to say any further because people may think that i am being petty. But really, if you are in my shoes, you may think otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7814374855028406046?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7814374855028406046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7814374855028406046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7814374855028406046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7814374855028406046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-6577545860143833997</id><published>2007-08-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:23:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my Geography teacher!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling neither happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the class alone.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that there are times when people will feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely??? Is this word familiar to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely is quite normal.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that you do not have a sense of security even when you are with friends? Or you think that nobody in this world understand you but you still hope that there will be someone always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Then welcome to the true world of loneliess. A world where you are lonely mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loneliness occurs not because people don't have friends but because people  think that there is no one who can listen to them and be there to help them or advise them when they are in trouble. In addition, this person must truly understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out there who have true friends to rely on, please cherish them because true friends are hard to come by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-6577545860143833997?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/6577545860143833997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=6577545860143833997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6577545860143833997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6577545860143833997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-my-geography-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-1172565473109940777</id><published>2007-08-05T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:49:58.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Da ge's house to study ITAB. It was quite fun. The dinner was delicious. All my  favourite dishes. For the pictures, please go to er ge's blog and see. Anyway I was not in a good mood yesterday when I reached home. I was pretty annoyed because I had to go around asking people who will be going for the 407 BBQ. The main reason for my bad mood is due to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am looking forward to that BBQ. I can meet my friends, my teachers and most importantly have fun. People from 407, please refer to class blog for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to see er ge's blog and the recent entry reminds me of a story that I heard recently. It's not convenient for me to reveal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going back to Nan Hua for some class matters. I miss the teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-1172565473109940777?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1172565473109940777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=1172565473109940777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1172565473109940777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/1172565473109940777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-went-to-da-ges-house-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5844339842732539180</id><published>2007-08-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:18:43.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson is only 2 hours. Woke up at 9 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, meet zuzu in the afternoon but before that I was alone because zuzu's lesson end at 3.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about a lot of things and it seems that I did not manage to study a lot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I really have a nice chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to 407'06 gathering. In addition, we also have a celebration for teachers who turn up. Everyone in 407, please attend. Hopefully, it don't rain that day. Haha. I don't want to bbq food under the umbrella anymore. It's very uncomfortable... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out there, please stop flooding my blog with dots.  It's very irritating to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5844339842732539180?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5844339842732539180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5844339842732539180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5844339842732539180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5844339842732539180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8782250615799165791</id><published>2007-07-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:20:26.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Ladies and Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not dirty my blog with mushy words or even foul languages. In addition, please do not use people's name to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That person who uses chun hian's name to leave a message, please watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8782250615799165791?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8782250615799165791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8782250615799165791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8782250615799165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8782250615799165791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-ladies-and-gentlemen-please-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4846591381313448753</id><published>2007-07-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:13:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of the month July. The month that I like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another beautiful day. The lectures was fine. We got back our paper today. I was very sad. Anyway, after school, went to Popular and bought Mayday's album. The cover is quite unique. I was quite surprised when I saw the cover. I think it fits the theme very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, er ge they all went to play pool. So I tagged along. It was quite fun after all. Went back home at 5 while the guys were still playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayday's album is so nice... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4846591381313448753?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4846591381313448753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4846591381313448753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4846591381313448753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4846591381313448753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-day-of-month-july.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7273227753347412477</id><published>2007-07-30T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:19:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A beautiful Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling not happy and not sad.&lt;br /&gt;After looking at er ge's blog, I suddenly feel emotional. I don't know why. I think girls will not want such things to happen to them. A guy who cheated them and going back to them when they need help. I despise this kind of guys. I think this also applies to friends. A friend who is in need of help approaches you. When they have the help, they will leave you and ignore you until they need your help again. Despicable people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of you out there have met such situations before? Seriously, I think people should leave them alone. Then they will learn to treasure what they have. Frankly speaking, there isn't a need to give them face. But there is one bad habit about some people.That is they are too kind-hearted. Giving people chance after chance, hoping that they will turn over a new leaf. In the end, those despicable people make use of them one time after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kind-hearted people out there, please wake up... ... Don't be so foolish anymore. They will never learn unless you ignore them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7273227753347412477?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7273227753347412477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7273227753347412477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7273227753347412477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7273227753347412477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4775741991333404767</id><published>2007-07-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:40:55.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project is finally over. Next up is end-semester test. I don't really want to think about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised a lot of my friends are in a relationship or thinking about going in a relationship. Can somebody tell me what is so good about going in a relationship? Anyway my point is it is always better to consider whether to be in or not. All the best to the couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what happen to me lately. Lost in whatever I do and always distracted. All my friends are so busy that no one is free to accompany me. I feel like leaving the country lately... ... Arghh. I want to go shopping. I want to do so many things except to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think there is something wrong with me today so just treat this post as trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4775741991333404767?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4775741991333404767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4775741991333404767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4775741991333404767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4775741991333404767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/project-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5911869670382046194</id><published>2007-07-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:42:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CD Project is finally over. *Applause*&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of achievement after I finished the video. I managed to finish it on time when the program kept hanging. I am so lucky. Quite a few number of people ask me for the song. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Point of Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is quite touching and I always think a lot after listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 11 yesterday and woke up at 10.30 this morning. I was so tired last night. Maybe because most of the projects are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayday's album is finally released. I am so excited. Most of the songs are old songs but they are sang in different style. Their new songs are so nice. I want to buy... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5911869670382046194?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5911869670382046194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5911869670382046194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5911869670382046194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5911869670382046194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/cd-project-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8228655292241015009</id><published>2007-07-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:53:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really tired. Not because of I am sick but because of everything that happened around me. I really want to take a break. A long break. Everyone around me expects so much from me. I am not perfect. I am not Superman. I am I. I am just like any other ordinary girl. I also have things I cannot do. I also have my limitations and I need space to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to put an end to EVERYTHING. Don't push me any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8228655292241015009?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8228655292241015009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8228655292241015009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8228655292241015009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8228655292241015009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2384921391816040487</id><published>2007-07-21T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:07:50.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, my mood was really bad. I don't know why... ... Sorry to the people i vent my anger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to neglect people's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Because they are direct? Or because they are not the other person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think the answer is simple. It's because human beings are self-centred. It's because they care more about themselves than other people's feeling. When they speak, they think from their perspective and not from other people's shoes. Sometimes, they way they speak really hurt people deeply. Deep to the extent that it remains forever in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's better to think before you say anything because sometimes people really mind what you say. It's just that you did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ignore this if you think that this is a post full of nonsense.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2384921391816040487?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2384921391816040487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2384921391816040487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2384921391816040487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2384921391816040487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/recently-my-mood-was-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5007180781389549502</id><published>2007-07-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:29:08.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really feel like scolding XXXXXX!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to make things difficult. Or should I say it's not my fault at first. Goodness. Seriously, it's  not fair to me. Why do i have to bear all this kind of stupid responsibility?  If you really think that that is not important to me, I would not sacrifice my sleep. Mind you, if that is not important to me, i will not even ask you how's the progress. If it is not important to me, i will not even help you. I have my limitations and just to remind you, i am also a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5007180781389549502?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5007180781389549502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5007180781389549502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5007180781389549502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5007180781389549502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-really-feel-like-scolding-xxxxxx-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-923415230399340305</id><published>2007-07-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:24.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no blog. Because of FOM project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday went out for some event and after that went to Thai Express for dinner with Zuzu. OMG. The food there is nice. I want to go there again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RpzjoFgm1XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fkkEMHi7spo/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RpzjoFgm1XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fkkEMHi7spo/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088191956835030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the numbers on the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Zuzu bought food home. She said that food is important when she does projects. She just finished a big plate of rice and she was going to have supper.  Anyway, I finally realised the importance of food when I do projects a few days ago. Anyway yesterday, I behaved like a zombie because i slept for only 4 hours just to ensure that our project can be completed on time. Everything is over now. CA 2 is just these 2 weeks and I don't know how I am going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what I am going to say is I Want to watch Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-923415230399340305?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/923415230399340305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=923415230399340305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/923415230399340305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/923415230399340305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RpzjoFgm1XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fkkEMHi7spo/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2293986405373096638</id><published>2007-07-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:24.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to DAC 07, JJ, Jan,Yanling, Huishan, Joyce... ...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my birthday so wonderful. I am so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er ge is so bad. Lied to me that the thumb drive is some dangerous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Da ge, er ge, er sao, David, Raymond... ... went to Cineleisure to eat Pastamania. Then the guys went to play pool and I tagged along. Have a fun time there or should I say I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RovGZoofL7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6VNPWMxQ1A4/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RovGZoofL7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6VNPWMxQ1A4/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083374748124000178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my 2 brothers... ... so lame. Anyway more pictures will be posted on er ge's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to say another thank you to people who remembered my birthday, people who gave me presents, people who wished me a Happy Birthday... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Birthday... The Best Birthday I ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2293986405373096638?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2293986405373096638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2293986405373096638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2293986405373096638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2293986405373096638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-me-thank-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RovGZoofL7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6VNPWMxQ1A4/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-6785648496474151303</id><published>2007-07-03T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:34:54.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more hours to go and soon I will be older... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The age that gives me the best memories. Memories of Nan Hua, 407... ... Now, looking at the things and experiences I had in the age of 16, there is only one word to describe it. That is "miss". I will really miss them. After today, I am no longer 16 but life still have to go on... ... Time will not stop because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of my 16 years old. 3 July 2007... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate today because of (... ...). I have never feel so terrible before. It is the last day and "water" still chose to run down from my face.  Sometimes, I wonder what the hell am i doing in this world. Life just makes me feel so tired and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am emotionally unstable so just pretend that I wrote nonsense or trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-6785648496474151303?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/6785648496474151303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=6785648496474151303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6785648496474151303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/6785648496474151303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-more-hours-to-go-and-soon-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4503679874512812367</id><published>2007-06-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MST is finally over. I am so relieved. The stress level is reduced by half when ITAB  is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Nan Hua after ITAB and project meeting. * Cry* Miss that school so much.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo was quite surprised to see me because we were chatting on MSN a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan Hua changes a lot...  Air conditioners in the hall, curtains in classroom and the white board is going to changes into some better material. The Skygarden is ready. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RoUsjoofL5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K03nZ2bXsAQ/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RoUsjoofL5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K03nZ2bXsAQ/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081516745271750546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RoUtWYofL6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jVKD7Fgk1iM/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RoUtWYofL6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jVKD7Fgk1iM/s320/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081517617150111650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even a stage for people to perform there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff room is empty so I have to wait until Teachers' Day to take photos with them. Mr Yeo also don't want to take photo with me because he rather waits until Teachers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MST is project again. Next week is going to be a tough week... ... Stress level is going to keep increasing when school starts next week... How I hope time can stop to let me rest for as long as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4503679874512812367?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4503679874512812367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4503679874512812367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4503679874512812367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4503679874512812367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/mst-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RoUsjoofL5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K03nZ2bXsAQ/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-3714073232661674170</id><published>2007-06-22T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:41:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MST IS NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST is juzt driving me crazy. I just realised i always have this problem of choosing the wrong answer even though i know the concepts. This is so annoying. ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although mst is driving me crazy, i don't really want it to end. Firstly because of project. Secondly, because of homework and lastly... ... i prefer to keep the last reason to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to myself for MST... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-3714073232661674170?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3714073232661674170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=3714073232661674170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3714073232661674170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3714073232661674170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/mst-is-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-5991363453480773599</id><published>2007-06-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:08:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's class outing was a success!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.30&lt;/span&gt;: Meet da ge and er ge at the MRT station. As expected, da ge is late again. Er ge, who came from Woodlands, was earlier than da ge. To punish da ge, I decided to scare him... ... Er ge had no choice but to follow. But my plan failed. Arghhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 10.15&lt;/span&gt;: Meet the rest of the group to buy food. So fun... ... We bought about $105. Otak, crabmeat, hotdogs, drinks and many many more. Then we went to da sao's house. Da sao's mum was super nice. Keep asking us to help ourselves to the food and drinks. Surprisingly, the plate of food on the table was eaten by da ge, er ge and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.30: &lt;/span&gt;Time for marination! ! ! The chicken was damn fat. Loads of fats under its skin. The picture of the fat chicken can be found on da sao's blog. It was so fun during the marination process. Get to use knife. Haha. Er ge, to my surprise, came to help out. Anyway, Tingfang and Ruizhen really did a great job in the marination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 3: &lt;/span&gt;Our journey to East Coast Park began. Hooray. It was damn far. EAST COAST PARK IS SO WINDY!!! On the way there, we were talking about land and sea breeze. Er ge and Ruizhen were like rockets. Walked super fast. The area was quite far away from 7-11.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 4.30: &lt;/span&gt;Start fire! Raymond did a fantastic job. Luckily we got him to start the fire. Da ge oso help out. Da sao and me were both trying to block the wind. When the fire was ready, er ge and I started to bbq food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 6: &lt;/span&gt;The weather looked terrible. Soon later, LORD RAIN arrives. We were halfway bbq-ing the food. No choice, Ruizhen and I took out our unbrellas. We used the umbrellas to shelter the food instead of people. It's really a once-in-a-lifetime experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aound 8: &lt;/span&gt;Tired... ... So sat alone at the bench to rest. It's really comfortable. The wind blowing towards you. I mean at least I can put all my unhappiness and troubles aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 9: &lt;/span&gt;Help er ge to pack food. Er ge is such a nice guy... ... Packed food for er sao and also removed the prawn shell for her. So sweet of him. Dunno how many guys wouldl do such things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 10: &lt;/span&gt;Home sweet home. Thx Huiwen's dad for driving me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-5991363453480773599?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5991363453480773599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=5991363453480773599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5991363453480773599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/5991363453480773599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterdays-class-outing-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-390752252629197870</id><published>2007-06-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:51:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with zuzu today. We went to Bugis. Long time have not been there. We actually intended to go Queensway Shopping Centre first but the weather was so bad that we changed our mind at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a great day. As expected, I did not buy a lot of things: shoes and necklace. At the first 2 hours, we were shopping inside Bugis Junction. I saw a shirt that looked so nice but so sad, that shop doesn't allow customer to try on the clothimg. Anyway, it's okay for me because the money can be saved for something else. As I couldn't find any shoes in Bugis Junction, we shifted ourselves to Bugis Street. There are a lot of nice clothes, necklace and shoes there. Somemore the goods there are cheap. Anyway, after walking about 1 hour, I bought a pair of shoes. Then we went back to Bugis Junction there to buy necklace. End of my mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am damn high to day. Before I slept this morning, I actually managed to bully er ge. Sorry, er ge. I know you are somehow offended. Anyway, I was so high to play a prank on a person. So I pulled Zuzu along. In the end, we decided to play a prank on that 'lucky' person. I am so sorry. Didn't mean it. Hope you don't mind. Anyway, I feel so guilty. That's why my personal message turn out to be "sincerely apologise to the people i offended yesterday and today".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-390752252629197870?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/390752252629197870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=390752252629197870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/390752252629197870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/390752252629197870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-went-out-with-zuzu-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-4513971643892353635</id><published>2007-06-12T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:59:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wake up... ... It was fun last night. Chatting with er ge. Er ge, don't be angry or sian. I am only joking with you. Haha. I realised how crazy I was last night. Threatening er ge... ... Anyway, I have not been so crazy for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is class outing. Hope that it will be a success. I am looking forward to it because it's at East Coast. Anyway, I still have to come online later to deal with certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later is shopping time. Going out with zuzu. I think it's gonna be fun because I am buying loads of things. Frankly speaking, I will definitely end up buying a few things or nothing. Come back and blog again about my shopping later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-4513971643892353635?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4513971643892353635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=4513971643892353635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4513971643892353635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/4513971643892353635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-3221618283473687578</id><published>2007-06-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:50:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finally holidays is here. I don't know why this time round, I feel that having holidays is the worst thing. This is exactly the opposite of how I feel in secondary school. I just realised that the most important day of this year falls after MST week and in between exams. This is really the worst thing that can happen to me. Frankly speaking, I don't care because I will definitely go out and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This morning went back to school for some extra lesson. After that went to do CCA stuff. I mean I feel so sian so I didn't have any mood to do anything. Then we went to have our lunch. Yummy Yummy!!! Long John Silver! Chatted with May, Zuzu and Kathy for such a long time at Long John Silver. It has been a long time since we last chatted. Next activity is SHOPPING!!! We went into hair accessories shop, comic shop, Popular, Baleno... ... So fun. I wanted to buy so many things but I have no money. No choice, tomorrow I will then go down to the shopping mall to buy my stuff... ... I think I will be broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-3221618283473687578?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3221618283473687578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=3221618283473687578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3221618283473687578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3221618283473687578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/ow.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-3082798945858290162</id><published>2007-06-07T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:53:16.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Orchard today. I miss that place so much. I used to shop there, slack there, chat there, watch movie there, eat there... ... That's where i always go during my secondary school days. Sadly, I didn't go Cineleisure today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't know what I am doing in Orchard today. Never go shopping and just stay at one place to chat. What am I doing??? Anyway, I don't get so pressurized after the talk. Thanks a lot to  wen kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu, you scare the hell out of me yesterday. Please don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day to holidays. Doesn't really look forward to it at all. Holidays still have to go for lessons. This really dampen my spirit and MST is after holiday. Anyway life still have to go on. No use complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-3082798945858290162?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3082798945858290162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=3082798945858290162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3082798945858290162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/3082798945858290162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-orchard-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2530619698358198722</id><published>2007-06-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:50:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOM PROJ(CA) IS OVER!!!But sad to say, there is another integrated marketing project. At least I get to relax today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know why I am so tired today. For the next few days, I need to prepare for BBQ stuff. I forgot all about it this few days. BBQ is next week. I really don't know what food to get for the class. Anyway, I am going to do some market research so that i won't exceed the amount of money in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is holidays. 2 days to go. I don't think i can have much fun because MST is after holidays. Anyway I am quite excited after MST is over. I think I would like to enjoy myself after MST week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2530619698358198722?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2530619698358198722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2530619698358198722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2530619698358198722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2530619698358198722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/fom-projca-is-overbut-sad-to-say-there.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8083592219207431345</id><published>2007-06-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:42:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Cry*&lt;br /&gt;Da ge and er ge are bullying me again. They want to "disown" me. They are treating me badly lately, especially er ge. Anyway, I know that they are just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, da sao for saying that er ge's hand is "beautiful". Finally, someone agrees with me. Er ge, don't get too sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am having PACC now. Not slacking. It's just that I finished my work. Thank you er ge for talking to me. Haha. Got to listen to the tutor now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8083592219207431345?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8083592219207431345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8083592219207431345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8083592219207431345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8083592219207431345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/cry-da-ge-and-er-ge-are-bullying-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-8074024660006181369</id><published>2007-06-04T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:58:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so rare. 2 posts in a day. Er ge simply has a pair of "beautiful" hands. Extremely, super, very, so "beautiful". Anyway, er ge is going to be like me. Haha. (simply cursing him to become a mute). Take care, er ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you zuzu and wenkai for chatting with me during the weekend. I really appreciate it. It's good to have such friends like both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to zuzu: Give me a date for our outing. I need to plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-8074024660006181369?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8074024660006181369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=8074024660006181369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8074024660006181369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/8074024660006181369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-so-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-7620746695552172631</id><published>2007-06-04T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again in the self-certification room. Sad to say, my laptop is giving lots of problems. Anyway, er ge and me stayed there for 1/2 hour. Thank you, er ge. I enjoyed myself when i was inside the room.  I also got to skip lessons as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RmOTR85TWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jd3ezRhpbAw/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RmOTR85TWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jd3ezRhpbAw/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072059541962840738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop and er ge's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Project meeting!!! On the way to JE library, I met Joyce. I miss her so much. I have so much to say to her but the time we had was not enough. At the library, I saw former Nanhuarians and Hui Shan. Then er ge's group came. Have a short chat with them before going to IMM for my dinner with wen kai and zuzu. Dinner was ok but i didn't have appetite. By the time we finished dinner, it's about 7.45pm.  At 8pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ring,ring,ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My handphone rang. Sad to say, it's my mum calling me home. I had no choice but to go home. Thank you wenkai for carrying my heavy laptop. Hope it didn't strain your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No mood to do anything and it's project again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-7620746695552172631?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7620746695552172631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=7620746695552172631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7620746695552172631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/7620746695552172631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-i-am-once-again-in-self.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhkxa6LE6ao/RmOTR85TWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jd3ezRhpbAw/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-365751233055744836</id><published>2007-05-26T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:26:05.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MESSAGE TO 407'06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great time with all of you. Come to think of it, I really miss the days when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinyi, Yanling, JJ and Jan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had a great time with the 3 of u. Xinyi and Yanling, both of you always made me laugh. Thanks for the cute birthday card. It is still in my cupboard now. As for Jan, sorry that you have to listen to my crap for 2 yrs. I know it's quite irritating sometimes. Haha. JJ, a fan of 183 club. I don't know whether it's bad luck or a blessing to be in the same class as me for 4 yrs. Anyway, i think it's a blessing for me to be in the same class as you for 4 yrs. You are always so nice and always so responsible. Haha. Thanks for lending me your shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinyi, Yuxuan and Zoumei&lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's great to have 3 of you in the same CCA as me. Xinyi, I really miss the games in your handphone. The last Choir performance we had was last year's Speech Day. At that time, the 4 of us actually had one practice together. I remembered how badly I sang because I lost my voice and i think all of you laughed at me. Anyway, I actually enjoyed that session very much. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Jan, Xinyi, JJ, Yuxuan, Chen Yuan, Huiwen, Shuying&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Trip. Always slept at 1 and woke up at 6 or 7. I remembered I did a lot of dumb and funny things. Coke? Coke+ Tea+ 7-Up? Remember how we bargain at the market during the last day of trip? That period of time was the best I ever had. Thanks to you people. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Huiwen&lt;/b&gt;: Thank for giving me so many tips in my homework. You are a very good teacher. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;203 pple in 407: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are too many names so I have to address all of you like this. Anyway, 4 years in the same class. I really treasure the 4 years of friendship. Hope that all of you also feel the same way. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;407 Boys&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is really annoying when you people starts kicking ball in class. Anyway, all of you always joke around. Sometimes, I find it a blessing to have all of you in the class because at least you all can make the class livelier. ( Please don’t start kicking balls in your new classroom.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;407 Girls: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suddenly find that I don’t know what to say. Anyway, 407 girls are very nice people. Always helping me to sneak food up to class. Thank you very much. Thanks to the some of the girls who came to comfort me when I cried in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;L[4] trenté ex[7]raordinairé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;*Xinyi*Huiwen*Chen Yuan*Jiaying*Jane*Yu xuan*Shuying*&lt;br /&gt;*Yanling*Joey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;*Jan*Seenyee*Karen*Weixin*Jiajing*Vivien*&lt;br /&gt;*Qi Yuan*Sijin*Yanmei*Zoumei*Yiak Hung*Jonatan*Zhen Feng*&lt;br /&gt;*Jing Jie*Benjamin*Dallan*Xue Zhe*Zhi Hao*Lapkan*Zhiwei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Thank You 407.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-365751233055744836?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/365751233055744836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=365751233055744836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/365751233055744836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/365751233055744836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/05/message-to-40706-i-really-had-great.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801275041753370000.post-2724888989875170071</id><published>2007-05-19T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:06:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PPLE, WELCOME TO MY NEW BLOG... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thx to Zuzu n Sheery (Da sao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my next few entries, I am going to write to my classmates in 407'06. Pple in DAC 07, pls bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8801275041753370000-2724888989875170071?l=july-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2724888989875170071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8801275041753370000&amp;postID=2724888989875170071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2724888989875170071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8801275041753370000/posts/default/2724888989875170071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-times.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
